Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

This is the first time.

Zhu Feng somewhat forgot to invade her lips and tongue. He only felt that the lips of the little woman under him were soft and her tongue was sweet, which made him unable to extricate himself.

I have long thought of doing this!

He couldn't admit it, but there was no way to control it. He had already thought about it. It was probably the first time he saw her in the fire of Jiaotai Hall, and he had already thought about it when the disheveled clothes appeared in front of him.

However, he has to control himself.

He is the King Yan, the emperor, and the man who sees Liuhe as the king over the world, and she is just a servant.

But, slave, he wants it too!

He rubbed her delicate body vigorously, and her thin clothes quickly became messy under his palm, and her white skin was exposed inch by inch, which further stirred up the flames in his heart.

In the early morning, a man always has desires, and he, probably injured, has reached the weakest time of willpower, he does not want to control his desires at all.

He just wants her.

He wants her!

Compared with Zhu Feng, who was burnt in the flames of desire, Nan Yan was completely stunned at this time.

She was pressed under her body in a daze, feeling his hot palms wandering around her body, feeling the clothes being peeled off inch by inch, feeling the skin pressing against his hot body, rubbing against her. , As if to ignite a flame.

Is he kissing himself?

Does he want himself?

She didn't understand, but she was a little unconsciously indulging in his hot breath, especially when the powerful arms hugged her tightly, almost melting her thin body into his embrace, She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and hugged his shoulder.

So hot, so hot...

She was a little dizzy, letting herself turn into a puddle of spring water under him, into a plume of smoke, and let him entangle.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt a hand touch something hot and humid.

I opened my eyes and saw that it was Zhu Feng's shoulder. Because of his exertion, the wound opened again. The blood had soaked through the bandage, and it was flowing down his strong arm.

"Do not……"

She broke free from his kiss and whispered softly: "The emperor, you--"

But Zhu Feng couldn't hear what she was saying at all, and only bit her lips hard and pestered her.

"No!"

Seeing more blood flow down, Nan Yan was distressed, and a sudden surge of strength pushed him away.

Zhu Feng was suddenly opened by her, and the whole person froze.

But immediately, his face sank.

"you--!"

"The emperor, no, I—" Nan Yan panicked a bit, especially watching the blood on his shoulders have flowed down, and the bedding he changed last night was dyed red, and hurriedly said: "You bleed, you His wound has opened!"

"..."

"I'm looking for someone to go!"

After finishing talking, he crawled out of the bed and hurried out while pulling on his clothes. When he walked to the door, he shouted loudly: "Come on, come on! The emperor's wound has opened again. Up!"

Zhu Feng was still sitting on the bed, turning his head and looking at his shoulder.

The blood is flowing like a shot.

However, he was not afraid at all.

This kind of injury was simply not worth mentioning during his decades of fighting career as King Yan. It was this little girl who dared to resist herself just now, and even pushed herself away. This shocked him even more. Bigger.

He looked at Nan Yan's back and suddenly said, "Could it be that you have been--"