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

In the early morning, a light shone on Nan Yan's pale face due to blood loss, making her skin appear transparent.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly with the warm breath.

Then she opened her eyes.

She was still a little dazed. Facing the sunlight coming in through the window, she was a little dazzling. She immediately closed her eyes subconsciously, but she immediately felt a warm breath on her face.

Opened his eyes hurriedly, turned his head to see-

Zhu Feng!

He actually slept beside him.

No, it should be said that he actually slept in his bed!

That firm face was close at hand, leaning on his shoulder, and his hand even crossed his waist, embracing himself tightly in his arms!

How is this going! ?

She was so shocked that she was suffocated with breath, and suddenly recalled scenes from last night in her mind.

In the middle of the night, the jailers suddenly dragged themselves to the torture chamber, but instead of using torture to extract a confession, they wanted to kill themselves. Just when they were about to succeed, Zhu Feng came!

He saved himself from the torture frame.

Then he said to himself--

Just when that sentence sounded in her mind, she suddenly heard a heavy breath coming from her ears, turned her head and looked, Zhu Feng frowned slightly, as if she was about to wake up from her sleep.

She shrank back subconsciously.

At this moment, Zhu Feng opened his eyes immediately.

He saw a pale, panic-stricken face, especially those eyes, which were round and round, like a little rabbit that had been terribly scared, the kind of scared heartbreaking look. It made his heart sink.

He immediately stretched out his hand: "Nan Yan——"

"what!"

Nan Yan let out a short whisper.

He didn't know if it was scared, or the injury on his body was touched by him, the whole person shrank.

Zhu Feng's outstretched hand stopped in midair.

She obviously didn't say anything yet, but seeing the look in her eyes, her heart seemed to be stabbed?

Zhu Feng's brows frowned.

He said solemnly: "Don't be afraid, I won't get you to that place again. I won't let people hurt you again."

"..."

Nan Yan froze there and didn't move.

There were even bruises on her forehead, the corners of her mouth, and even the bruises left by the jailer's beatings, which made her look more miserable, but she was full of pain and even alienated gaze at the moment.

Zhu Feng frowned and immediately got up to sit up. Just as he was about to say something, there was a knock on the door outside.

The attendant brought medicine and breakfast.

He looked at Nan Yan’s pale face and was silent for a while. He got up and walked over and took the things, but instead of letting people come in to serve him, he closed the door again, then walked back to the bed and put the medicine bowl on it. Come on.

He tried to make his voice gentle, although his voice did not sound like gentleness.

However, the deep and magnetic sound is still very nice.

"Nanyan, come here first."

"..."

"You have to drink medicine."

"..."

Nan Yan remained motionless, looking at him with his eyes wide open.

But those black and white eyes gradually turned red.

At this moment, she all remembered.

Not only happened last night, but also in the prison, these days, every moment, she remembered.

Including those tragic tortures, the severe pain the jailers inflicted on her.

There are still these days, his disdain.