Chapter 123 My body has recovered Her

body was weightless, and her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

During the fall, Shen Chaoyan felt a thrilling feeling like bungee jumping.

'Plop!'

Then, the two of them fell into the deep pool at the bottom of the cliff.

Sikong Yan's hand holding her fell apart on the spot under the impact of the pool water.

Shen Chaoyan fell into the swimming pool and drowned in her previous life.

At this moment, the pool water rushed in from all directions and drowned her in an instant.

That familiar feeling of suffocation followed her like a shadow.

Her hands and feet seemed to be restrained by something, and she couldn't even move.

The stiff body sank straight to the bottom of the pool.

Shen Chaoyan's brain was lacking oxygen, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and slowly closed her eyes.

Falling from the cliff didn't kill her, but she wouldn't drown in the water out of frustration, right?

Just when Shen Chaoyan's consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, a big hand grabbed her waist, and then her lips were pressed against the man's cold lips.

Shen Chaoyan tried hard to pry open her eyelids.

Unfortunately, before she could see the man's face clearly, she fell into darkness and lost consciousness completely.

Sikong Huang gave her a breath, and then took her out of the deep pool.

When Shen Chaoyan woke up again, she found herself lying on a pile of dead leaves and soft grass.

She was wearing nothing but her underwear.

Shen Chaoyan raised her eyes, looked around, and found that she was sleeping in a cave.

And Sikong Huang was sitting in front of a fire not far away.

He sat with his back to her, shirtless, in front of the fire to dry their clothes.

Hearing the noise behind him, Sikong Xian glanced at her, "Are you awake?"

While asking, he had already stood up and walked closer, reaching out to touch her face, and then touched her hand, "Are you cold?"

The fire was not far from her, but in the mountains after autumn, the temperature was low at night, and her hands and face were cold.

Shen Chaoyan felt the warmth from the man's palm and nodded gently, "A little bit."

Sikong Yan immediately walked to the fire and reached out to touch the clothes hung on the branches for drying, "The clothes are not completely dry yet, they need to be dried for a while longer."

"Okay."

Sikong Yan stared at Shen Chaoyan for a moment, sat down beside her, put his big hands around her back, and held her in his arms, "Will it be warmer this way?"

He had just finished roasting the fire, and his body was warm. When he came closer, Shen Chaoyan felt as if there was a human-shaped baby warmer on her body.

She was not polite to the man, and leaned on his chest, absorbing his body temperature at close range.

Seeing that she was still cold, Sikong Yan hugged her tighter, "Are you still cold?"

"Much better."

Shen Chaoyan liked being held like this by him.

She stared at the fire for a while, and suddenly recalled the scene in her mind where he let go of her and jumped off the cliff.

"Your Majesty, when you were holding me and jumping off the cliff just now, didn't you think that you would die?"

Sikong Yan didn't think about this problem when he rushed over to pull her.

He is the king of a country and has many responsibilities on his shoulders.

However, at the moment when Shen Chaoyan fell, he had only one thought in his mind, that is, he must not let her get hurt.

"Then I can't watch you get hurt! I said that I would protect you, and I will keep my word."

Yes, at the moment of falling into the water, Sikong Yan used his body as a meat shield to protect her tightly.

Just thinking about this, a corner of Shen Chaoyan's heart was instantly filled.

She turned her head and looked at the man who was holding her.

Although the temperature in the mountains dropped at night, Sikong Hun's forehead was covered with sweat.

The light from the fire next to him made his nose look more upright.

His face was stained with charcoal ash from the fire, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all.

His chest rose and fell slightly with each breath, and his body was full of strong but not abrupt muscles, and his hormones were overflowing.

Shen Chaoyan was a little overwhelmed just by looking at him.

In addition, his slightly heavy breathing fell into her ears, which was like a silent temptation.

The cold moon hanging high outside the cave cast a layer of faint and clear light, covering the entire cave entrance.

In the wilderness.

A single man and a single woman.

The moonlight was seductive.

The atmosphere was set to this point, and Shen Chaoyan felt that if she didn't do something, she would be sorry for such a beautiful night.

She turned around and looked at the man's slender eyebrows, handsome face, and her gaze finally fixed on his light-colored thin lips.

Sikong Yan sat there without moving, his eyes as dark as the night just staring at her silently.

There seemed to be a little spark jumping in the bottom of his deep eyes.

With a hint of temptation.

Shen Chaoyan felt itchy when he looked at her.

It was as if a cat's paw was pinching her. It

was pinching out the most worldly desires in her heart.

Shen Chaoyan didn't want to suppress her nature as a woman anymore.

She followed her instinct, raised her arms to hook the man's neck, and then pressed her pink lips against his.

She didn't know that Sikong Yan had already eavesdropped on her thoughts clearly.

He didn't move for a long time, actually waiting for her to take the initiative.

When Shen Chaoyan kissed him, Sikong Yan's breathing suddenly became disordered.

However, he kissed very gently, pecking at the corner of her lips, slowly and deeply.

Shen Chaoyan was the one who took the initiative, but as the kiss went on, she felt hot from her cheeks to her ears, and then all over her body.

Sikong Yan looked at her flushed cheeks and whispered in her ear, "If I had known that this would warm you up, we should have kissed earlier."

Shen Chaoyan listened to the man's teasing words, and her long and thick eyelashes fluttered, as if she was a little shy like a girl.

However, when she looked up and met the man's gaze, a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes, "Your Majesty, has the three-month period arrived? Are you still taking your medicine? Can your body tolerate it? Doctor Zhong has told you before that you must not do anything rash within three months!"

It was hard for her to still be concerned about his physical problems at this time.

Sikong Yan listened to her series of questions, "I have been busy entertaining Chinese envoys these days, but I forgot to tell my beloved concubine that I asked Doctor Zhong to check my pulse the night before yesterday."

"Oh?" Shen Chaoyan raised her eyebrows, staring at him with her bright eyes, "What did Doctor Zhong say? How long will it take for the emperor to recover?"

Sikong Yan raised his thin lips under her gaze and replied word by word, "Doctor Zhong said that my body has recovered."

"Really?" Shen Chaoyan was skeptical about his words.

After all, she knew best what his condition was before.

When it came to the critical moment, he lost his chain.

Sikong Yan suppressed the doubt in her eyes, and narrowed his eyes, "Yan'er, are you doubting my ability?"

"How could that be? The emperor is mighty and powerful, so his ability is naturally great!"

She said so, but her eyes could not help but glance over there.

Counting with her fingers, it seems that there are still a few days left before the March deadline.

Can the little tyrant do it?