Chapter 1164 A Suffocating Dream

That smell is so familiar.

It made her feel warm, but within the warmth, she also felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

Nan Yan frowned and opened her eyes subconsciously.

In the blurred vision, there is a familiar outline, which comes close to the eyes in the deep night. The eyes are red, the breath is hot, and there is a beast-like aura, just like a tiger, lowering its head to sniff the prey under its claws.

It is extremely dangerous.

But for some reason, perhaps it was because the restless mind of the past few days made her tired, or perhaps it was because the familiar outline brought her a sense of security, Nan Yan did not feel any danger.

She just half-opened her confused eyes, looked at him for a while, and then closed her eyes again.

In the dim light, I felt a pair of hands reaching out to me.

He picked up the curled-up body, and in a half-asleep and half-awake state, he had a feeling of flying in the clouds. Nan Yan felt himself being carried for a while, and then, his back touched something soft, like a pile of clouds.

It's just a little cold.

However, the coldness was only temporary, because the next moment, a hot body pressed on her, and the big hands slowly peeled off her thin clothes and wandered all over her body. The skin that was originally chilled by the cold air was slowly warmed up by the scorching temperature.

Even, a little hot.

She let out a low moan, as if feeling comfortable, yet also a little uncomfortable. She subconsciously raised her soft hands, trying to push away the thing that was constantly emitting heat from her neck.

But the next moment, the soft little hand was grabbed and pressed on the top of the head.

The feeling of being imprisoned made her struggle all of a sudden, and she murmured unbearably. Her originally confused consciousness fell into deeper darkness at this moment. She tried her best to open her eyes, but she felt increasingly powerless.

In a daze, she opened her eyes, only to see a fog.

What's this?

She was at a loss, and intuitively felt that she was in a wasteland. Looking around, she found that what she saw was not fog, but a sky full of yellow sand.

It's pitch dark.

She vaguely felt that this was a dream, and a suffocating nightmare at that.

Why do I have such a dream?

Moreover, why does this feeling seem so familiar?

She struggled painfully, trying to break free, but there was no way to wake up. Her whole body seemed to be tied up, and someone was strangling her throat, suffocating her.

As if sensing her pain and suffocation, the large, iron-like hand that had clasped her hands above her head finally loosened its grip. Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for breath, and was embraced in a warm embrace.

Tears gradually filled my eyes.

She was sobbing, gasping, and curled up in the embrace that was so warm that it was almost hot.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a strange, young face in the dim light.

Although she was a stranger, the eyes and eyebrows that were so close to her seemed very familiar, just a little panicked, as if he didn't know what to do with her.

Nan Yan's vision blurred for a moment, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw a familiar face.

It’s Zhu Feng.

He was breathing rapidly and his whole body was drenched in sweat. Strong arms held him in their arms. Both of them were panting. When their skin touched, they could feel the warmth in each other's bodies, as if to ignite this cold night.

Nan Yan was still a little confused: "Your Majesty..."

As soon as I opened my mouth, I found that my voice was hoarse.

Of course, she didn't know that she had been moaning and shouting all night long. At this moment, the morning light coming in from the window made her at a loss.

Zhu Feng was even more at a loss than her.

When he woke up from his confused mind, he found himself in the cold palace, and under him was the little woman whom he was about to crush.

She was breathing weakly and lying in his arms.

She was covered in sweat, almost soaking the bedding. Even more shocking were the marks she left on her body, extending from her neck, collarbone, to her thighs.

It can be seen that I was like a wild beast last night.

Zhu Feng was still a little confused. He only remembered that he was in chaos and didn't know how he ended up here. However, the suffocating feeling that had been haunting him like a nightmare slowly disappeared because of her presence.

But she looked terrible.

Zhu Feng frowned, his voice a little hoarse, but because of the sweat on his face and the slight panting, he seemed somewhat touching: "Are you okay?"

“…”

Nan Yan looked at him quietly for a long time and shook her head gently.

In fact, she was in pain and felt very uncomfortable.

But she couldn't say it.

Because she vaguely felt that what she was experiencing was the dream that once haunted Zhu Feng.

She knew that it caused him great pain, but she had never expected it to be like this.

It also gave her an inexplicable, familiar feeling.

She whispered, "Are you okay?"

Although both of them asked the same question, Zhu Feng's heart suddenly trembled when he heard her say that.

It was clearly her who had hurt her so badly, but she asked herself, "Are you okay?"

Zhu Feng felt as if something was surging in his chest, a familiar, long-lost warmth that made him regain his sanity and even his feelings.

He reached out and held her in his arms again.

Only this time, the strength in his hands was much gentler, holding her so close to his chest that he could almost feel her heartbeat.

Nan Yan suddenly felt a soreness in her nose.

No matter how many disagreements or quarrels they had before, it seemed that as long as he got close, as long as she was close, some things would come back naturally, even if he lost his memory, even if she was angry, it would not change.

She gently buried her face in his arms.

On such a quiet morning, mist steamed in from the crack of the door, adding to the scene, which was so warm that it made people's heart move.

They didn't know how long they cuddled together like this. Zhu Feng lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, "Nan Yan."

"Um?"

"Come back with me."

“…”

Nan Yan's heart trembled slightly, and she raised her head from his arms.

Zhu Feng looked at the empty, simple room in front of him, then looked down at her again, his eyes full of heartache: "Let's go back to Yikun Palace."

“…”

Just as he finished saying this, he felt the originally soft body in his arms stiffen.

Nan Yan slowly broke free from his arms.

Zhu Feng frowned.

"You don't want to?"

“…”

Nan Yan didn't say anything, just lowered her head.

Zhu Feng's tone became even more serious: "Are you still angry with me, or do you still not trust me?"