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

Nan Yan was stunned.

She just felt herself being embraced by a hot chest, as if a fire suddenly surrounded herself.

His back touched the cold and hard door, but at this time, he couldn't take care of it at all.

Zhu Feng's ravages on her lips, the blazing flames, burned her whole body in an instant.

She struggled subconsciously, and the powerful arms slammed hard, unexpectedly picked her up.

With a bang, the door banged.

Nan Yan only felt that his soul was about to be sucked away by him, but the muffled sound suddenly pulled her back from the lust.

There are still people out there!

But Zhu Feng seemed to have completely forgotten all of this. He hugged her off the ground and pressed hard against the red door of the Wuying Hall, even squeezing her constantly to crush her whole body. Mediocre.

Nan Yan wanted to talk, wanted him to stop, but couldn't make any sound.

As the lips were rubbed together, only one or two sweet hums came out.

"Uh-hmm..."

This sound made him even more fascinated, and his lower abdomen was hot, and the big hand that was originally behind her slowly stroked Nan Yan's cheek, pinching her soft earlobe.

Nan Yan only felt a tingling, spreading from his back to his body.

But at this moment, Father Yu's voice came from outside.

"emperor?"

That sound was like a basin of cold water, which immediately rescued Zhu Feng's sane reason from the fire.

He opened his eyes and looked at Nan Yan with a slight gasp.

She almost melted into his arms, her eyes were full of mist, confused and innocent.

The lips are really red and swollen.

The two people's lips were almost still pressed together, and even when they were separated, they still felt a little sticky. Zhu Feng's breath sank and took another bite of her lips.

Nan Yan whimpered with pain.

But finally, put her down.

It's just that her two legs were weak, and she could hardly stand firmly. Zhu Feng was holding her arm with one hand, only then did she remember that she still had injuries!

And he actually--

He whispered: "Does it hurt?"

"..."

Where can Nan Yan speak?

The injury on her body was indeed painful under his strong hug, but at that moment, she could not even feel it.

Zhu Feng said: "Huh?"

"..."

Nan Yan hesitated for a long time before whispering: "It doesn't hurt..."

After speaking, his face turned red.

Only then did Zhu Feng feel relieved, took a deep breath to let himself look as usual, then opened the door and walked out.

Grandpa Yu stood at the door: "The emperor?"

Zhu Feng glanced at him and said, "I'm fine, let's go!"

"Uh……"

He always felt something was wrong, what happened just now?

Zhu Feng originally had a fire in his heart. At this time, he was even more angry when he saw him, and said angrily: "Not leaving yet!?"

"Yes!"

Daddy Yu dared to say anything, and hurried to clear the way.

Zhu Feng pulled Nanyan, who was still a little soft on his legs, and walked forward soon.

On the way, Nan Yan only felt that his feet were stepping on cotton. The hand that Zhu Feng was holding his arm was still hot, and he could feel the temperature through the thick clothes.

He just-

She raised her head and glanced at him, but as soon as she saw his sharp-edged, resolute chin, her face was hot and she dared not look anymore.

At this moment, they also walked to a palace gate.

Nan Yan was a little at a loss. She had forgotten to look at the road just now, and just let Zhu Feng pull herself forward, but here-it was clearly not going to Yeting.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a carriage ahead.

And the one standing in front of the carriage is not someone else, it is Jian Ruocheng!