Chapter 44: How long do you want to lie in this king’s bed?
Nan Yan opened her eyes wide in surprise, and after hearing these words, she suddenly understood.
It turns out, it turns out he wasn't going to—
Suddenly, her face burned hot. The King of Yan only asked her to come to his bedside to keep him company, but she actually thought that the King of Yan wanted her...
It turns out that I was just being too sentimental.
Moreover, he said all those words.
For a moment, a strong sense of shame surrounded her like the fire that had just burned in the cabinet treasury. Nan Yan felt her mind was dizzy. When she looked up at Zhu Feng again, he had slowly moved away from her and sat on the edge of the bed. After thinking for a while, he seemed to find it funny and looked back at her.
The contempt on that face and the disdain in those eyes were clearly visible before my eyes.
He sneered and said, "There are many women who want to climb into my bed, but not everyone can do it."
“…”
"Especially a woman like you."
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan felt ashamed. What made her even sadder was that she recalled the self-righteous words she had just said to him.
How could she say those words?
How could she have thought that the King of Yan would do to her——
At this time, Zhu Feng said coldly: "Why don't you get up? How long do you want to lie in this bed?"
“…”
Hearing this, Nan Yan hurriedly tried to get up, but it seemed as if all the strength in her body had been drained away. She struggled for a long time before she could barely sit up. Zhu Feng had already reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her off the bed.
She staggered two steps before she could barely stand. When she turned around, Zhu Feng was already lying on the bed. He stretched out his hand and lowered the curtains on both sides.
He said coldly: "Humph, just enjoy your night and don't let your imagination run wild."
“…”
"I don't have such a good appetite for you."
“…”
Nan Yan was shaking with shame, and could hardly lift her head. She gritted her teeth and slowly walked back to the bed and sat down. She was so sad that she could only bury her flushed face between her knees.
It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault for being too sentimental.
It was no wonder that the Prince of Yan looked at him with such contempt. He was the almighty His Majesty the Prince of Yan, so how could he really treat a slave who had offended him?
At this moment, Nan Yan was so ashamed that she wished the ground would crack open so she could crawl into it.
Zhu Feng lay on the bed, listening to the thin, almost nervous breathing beside the bed. He turned his head and looked at the frail back, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart again.
However, after the sneer, I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.
He was not wrong. There were too many women who wanted to climb into his bed. From the time when he was a prince in Nanjing to when he was a vassal king in Peking, countless women, beautiful and graceful, tried all kinds of ways to get close to him, even to seduce him.
He wasn't particularly keen on sex, though he never rejected normal pleasure. But coming from a military background, he felt that the sight of fierce battles and the sheer force of a tiger was what truly excited a man.
but--
It's one thing for him not to want it.
It’s another matter if others are unwilling to give.
What's more, the one who was unwilling to give it was the servant Si Nanyan who followed him every day, lowered her head and looked submissive, and dared not even breathe.
Si-Nan-Yan.
He silently recited the name coldly in his heart, then slowly closed his eyes.
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