Chapter 31: Still not coming?
He felt the wind.
A gust of wind blew, slowly dispersing the yellow sand and fog in front of his eyes. He seemed to be able to see the things around him clearly, but just when he was about to see clearly, he suddenly woke up.
Then--
And then it's like this now.
Thinking of this, Zhu Feng couldn't help but look back at the fan that fell to the ground. The flickering light beside the bed shone into his eyes, making his mood become a little fluctuating.
Could it be that the change in the dream is due to—
Zhu Feng only pondered for a short period of time, but for Nan Yan, this period of time seemed like the longest moment in her life.
She looked nervously at the blade that was just a hair's breadth away from her throat. The candlelight reflected a cold light on it, and the sharp light almost cut her skin. In such a dangerous situation, she trembled and got goose bumps on her neck.
At this moment, the sword slowly moved away.
She suddenly opened her eyes wide and watched Zhu Feng slowly raise his hand and put away the sword.
She felt like she had stepped into the Palace of Senluo with one leg and was finally pulled back. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief and cold sweat broke out, soaking her clothes.
Zhu Feng silently put away his sword and stood up.
He still looked at her coldly, like a tiger staring at a little rabbit under its claws. Nan Yan struggled frantically to sit up, but the previous blow had frightened her so much that her hands and feet went weak. She tried to hold on several times but fell back onto King Yan's bed.
She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and she was even more afraid that her behavior would cause King Yan to misunderstand something.
Finally, she finally grabbed the bedpost with her backhand, barely supported herself to stand up, almost rolled off his bed, and then knelt on the ground: "Your Highness, please forgive me."
Zhu Feng's eyes seemed particularly bright in the dim light. He glanced at the fan on the ground and said, "Pick it up."
“…Yes, yes.”
Nan Yan hurriedly reached out to pick up the fan, and then prepared to turn around and walk back to the corner, but just as she was about to turn around and walk away, Zhu Feng suddenly said, "It's right here."
"ah?"
She turned around in surprise, as if she didn't understand what he said: "Your Highness, what did you say?"
"If the king asks you to, stay here."
“…”
Nan Yan opened her eyes wide in surprise and saw King Yan slowly lying back on the bed. At this time, his face was calm, as if nothing had happened and the nightmare just now was just an illusion.
Only a short candle remained on the candlestick, and the light became even dimmer. Nan Yan could only see his eyes flickering slightly through the low-hanging curtains.
"I asked you to stay by the bed."
“…”
Nan Yan held the fan tightly in her hand. Cold sweat had covered the fan ribs, making them slippery when she pinched them.
He asked himself to guard by the bed?
Although, she knew that Prince Yan had no such intention towards her, even though the two of them had been in that attitude just now, Prince Yan probably just wanted to find out whether she was going to hurt him.
But now he let me stay by his bed?
Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, but then heard that deep, magnetic voice again: "Why don't you come over?"
“…”
Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, but finally walked back slowly.
Just as she knelt down beside the bed, there was a slight sound and the candle on the bedside went out.
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