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Nanyan slept in a daze, and suddenly felt that he had fallen into a warm, even hot, embrace.

A tremor jolted her from her dream.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and the first thing she saw was a resolute chin.

In the blink of an eye again, a familiar handsome face slowly became clear in front of her, and it was Zhu Feng who hugged her and walked to the bed.

"The Emperor's ......"

Her voice was a little sticky, because half of her mind was still trapped in a dream and she was not fully awake, and such a confused voice was a little sweet in Zhu Feng's ears.

"Why did you wake up?"

He looked down at her.

“……”

Nanyan looked at him with a stupid face for a while, and then Zhu Feng had already walked to the side of the bed and gently put her on the bed, as if she was a little sober.

"Why is the emperor here?"

"Why, can't I come?"

As he spoke, his tone was filled with a bit of resentment, and he lowered his head and bit on her earlobe.

"Ahh

The slight tingling sensation made Nanyan shrink.

And Zhu Feng smiled again, moved her shoulder, did not allow her to dodge, and also bit on the other earlobe.

"Say, can I come?"

"Ouch!"

"To say or not to say?"

"I can come, I can come."

Nanyan laughed and gasped again, tears were about to flow out, and one hand was on his chest.

After a fight between the two of them, she found that her clothes were a little more messy than before, her shoulders and collarbones, as well as a large area of fair skin on her chest were exposed, and under the light of the cherry red candlelight, there was an ambiguous atmosphere in an instant.

Zhu Feng propped his hands on her side and raised his head slightly.

looked at her slightly red cheeks beneath her, and her smiling, tearful and confused eyes.

couldn't help but feel a little heavier.

And Nanyan's face was getting redder and redder, she raised her eyes to look at him, and said softly: "Then the emperor is here, what are you going to do?" ”

Zhu Feng walked one hand along her bare shoulder, slowly downward, untying her belt.

"Say, what am I going to do?"

The rough palm with his hot body temperature, stroked all the way, like a cluster of flames ignited on her, and Nanyan was burned by that flame, and gradually became a little ecstatic.

The body trembled slightly under his gentle caressing.

Breathing became rapid, too.

"Hmmm......"

A sweet moan escaped from between her bitten lips, and she reached out to hug him tightly, her two smooth little hands slowly closing on his thick back, and she couldn't help but grasp his shirt and tug at it gently.

Zhu Feng's clothes were messy under her random tearing, revealing her bronzed skin.

In dim light, it is particularly powerful.

Especially when his back is slightly arched, his muscles are tangled, like a predatory tiger.

At this moment, the candle beside the bed burned to the last point, and then went out with a pop.

The entire Yikun Palace fell into darkness.

But the slightly swaying bed, and the one or two gasps and moans that overflowed from it from time to time, made the night even hotter and more agitated.

｜

I don't know how long it took.

The curtains finally calmed down after a violent shaking, and a cool night breeze blew in through the hidden window, and also blew up the corner of the bed curtain.

Nanyan gasped slightly, lying in Zhu Feng's arms.

Sweaty skin trembled with her breathing.

The sweet kiss continues.

Under Zhu Feng's bite, the delicate lip flap quickly became scarred, and even a little red and swollen.

Zhu Feng gasped slightly, and said, "Are you tired?" ”

“……”

What's the problem?

Is it difficult to answer by yourself - don't be tired, come again?

Even though the light was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, Nanyan still gave him a blank look.

And Zhu Feng himself seemed to feel it, and he laughed softly, lowered his head again, and kissed Nanyan's slender neck heavily.

Immediately, Nanyan felt the surging power in his body, and it seemed to be back.

Is this person a youkai?

It's been so long.

Still, too, no wonder.

Only since he gave birth, even if the two of them have the same room, they have never had a bed, and he has always been very cold to the rest of the harem.

It's not good, and I've been holding it back for more than half a year.

Thinking of this, Nanyan couldn't help laughing, and reached out and gently wrapped his arms around his neck.

Biting his ear, he whispered, "Has the emperor heard of it?" There are only tired oxen, and there is no ploughed land. ”

"Really?"

Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

As soon as he looked down, he saw her lying under him, and in the dim light, her little face was full of sly smiles, like a little goblin.

Suddenly, there was a burst of heat in the lower abdomen.

Looks like he's been provoked.

"Then I'll see how this land should be cultivated."

He leaned down, and in the darkness, Nanyan let out a playful laugh and was carried deeper into the bed.

This trouble came to the point when the sky was hazy.

Zhu Feng sat on the head of the bed, looked up at the window, and found that there was already a faint light on the window.

What's the matter, it's dawn?

He himself was a little uneasy, obviously saying that he wanted her to have a good rest, but it was himself - so inconsiderate.

Fortunately, Nanyan, who was lying in his arms, didn't look too tired, and even pulled the ends of his hair with great interest, playing with knots with the ends of his own hair.

Only when I want to move will I show a slightly pained expression.

After all, the whole body seems to be scattered.

Zhu Feng immediately hugged her: "What's wrong?" Where does it hurt? ”

Nanyan glared at him: "It hurts everywhere!" ”

With a sweet tone and a little resentment, Zhu Feng couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and bumped the tip of her nose: "Who told me last night that there are only tired cows, not ploughed land?" ”

“……”

Nan Yanqi blushed.

No matter how good the land is, it can't withstand his "ploughing" like this.

You have to "plough" through the center of the earth, okay?

Seeing her like this, Zhu Feng smiled even more happily, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Don't be bad, I still want to cultivate some good things on this land." ”

"What, good thing?"

Zhu Feng's breath smiled.

"Give me a good son."

"But—"

"I know what you're going to say," Zhu Feng said, "I just want a son who belongs to you, to me, to the two of us." ”

“……”

Nanyan's heart is half sour, and half joy, although he still has some grief for the loss of a child in his heart, but with such a strong person to rely on by his side, indeed, he has recovered a lot.

She is also looking forward to the future.

It's just—

She said softly, "What do you want so many children to do?" ”

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