Chapter 865 Little Goblin
Nan Yan was sleeping in a daze, and suddenly she felt herself falling into a warm, even hot embrace.
A tremor woke her from her dream.
She opened her eyes blearily, and the first thing she saw was a firm chin.
After blinking again, a familiar handsome face slowly became clear in front of her eyes. It was Zhu Feng holding her and walking towards the bed.
"emperor……"
Her voice was a little sticky because half of her mind was still trapped in a dream and she was not fully awake. Such a confused voice sounded a bit sweet to Zhu Feng's ears.
"Why did you wake up?"
He looked down at her.
“…”
Nan Yan looked at him for a long time with a silly face. At this time, Zhu Feng had already walked to the bedside and gently put her on the bed. Only then did she seem to wake up a little.
"Why is the emperor here?"
"Why, can't I come?"
As he spoke, his tone was filled with resentment, and he lowered his head and bit her earlobe.
"ah--"
The slight stinging sensation made Nan Yan shrink back.
Zhu Feng smiled again, lifted her shoulders, not allowing her to dodge, and bit her other earlobe as well.
"Tell me, can I come?"
"Ouch!"
"Will you tell me?"
"Yes, I can come."
Nan Yan was laughing and panting, tears were about to come out, and she supported her hand on his chest.
After the two of them had been fighting for a while, she realized that her clothes were a little more messy than before, with her shoulders and collarbones, and large areas of fair skin exposed. Under the cherry-red candlelight, a hint of sweetness instantly emerged.
Zhu Feng placed his hands on her sides and raised his head slightly.
Looking at her slightly red cheeks under me, and her curved smile, tearful and confused eyes.
I couldn't help but breathe a little heavier.
Nan Yan's face was getting redder and redder. She looked up at him and whispered, "Then what is the emperor doing here?"
Zhu Feng ran one hand down her bare shoulder and slowly untied her belt.
"Tell me, what am I doing here?"
His rough palms, carrying his hot body temperature, caressed her all the way, just like lighting clusters of flames on her body. Nan Yan was gradually infatuated by such flames.
Her body trembled slightly under his gentle touch.
My breathing also became rapid.
"Um……"
A sweet moan escaped from her tightly bitten lips, and she reached out and hugged him tightly. Her two smooth little hands slowly closed around his thick back, and she couldn't help but grab his clothes and pull them gently.
Zhu Feng's clothes became messy as she tore them off, revealing his firm bronze skin.
In the dim light, it looks particularly powerful.
Especially when his back was slightly arched, his muscles were tangled, like a hunting tiger.
At this moment, the candle beside the bed burned out and went out with a puff.
The entire Yiku Palace fell into darkness.
But the slightly shaking bed and the occasional gasps and groans that came from it made the night even hotter and more exciting and restless.
｜
I don’t know how long it took.
After shaking violently for a while, the curtains finally calmed down. A cool night breeze blew in from the half-open window, blowing up a corner of the bed curtain.
Nan Yan was breathing slightly, lying in Zhu Feng's arms.
Her sweaty skin trembled with her panting.
The sweet kiss continued.
The delicate lips became scarred and even a little red and swollen.
Zhu Feng panted slightly and asked, "Are you tired?"
“…”
What's the problem?
Do I have to answer myself - not tired, try again?
Even though it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything, Nan Yan still gave him a blank look.
Zhu Feng himself seemed to have sensed it as well. After being given a cold look, he chuckled softly, lowered his head again, and gave Nan Yan's slender neck a heavy kiss.
Immediately, Nan Yan felt that the surging power in him seemed to have returned.
Is this person a monster?
It's been going on for so long.
But, no wonder.
Since she gave birth, even if the two of them slept together, they never had sex again, and he has always been indifferent to other people in the harem regarding this kind of thing.
It’s not nice to say, but I’ve been holding it in for half a year.
Thinking of this, Nan Yan couldn't help laughing and reached out to gently put her arms around his neck.
She bit his ear and whispered, "Your Majesty, have you heard this? There are only cows that die from exhaustion, but no land that is plowed to death."
"Yeah?"
Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.
When he lowered his head, he saw her lying under him. In the dim light, her little face was full of cunning smiles, like a little goblin.
Suddenly my lower abdomen felt hot again.
It seems that I have been provoked.
"Then I'll see how to cultivate this land."
He leaned over, and in the darkness, Nan Yan let out a laugh and was carried by him to roll deeper into the bed.
The commotion lasted until dawn.
Zhu Feng leaned against the head of the bed, looked up at the window, and found that a faint light from the sky was already shining through the window.
Why, it’s already dawn?
He himself was a little uneasy. He had clearly said that he wanted her to have a good rest, but he was the one who was so inconsiderate.
Fortunately, Nan Yan, who was lying in his arms, did not look too tired. She was even enthusiastically pulling the ends of his hair and tying them into knots with her own hair.
Only when he wants to move does he show a slightly painful expression.
After all, my whole body seemed to be falling apart.
Zhu Feng immediately hugged her: "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Nan Yan glared at him: "It hurts everywhere!"
The tone was sweet, yet tinged with a hint of resentment. Zhu Feng couldn't help but laugh. He lowered his head and bumped her nose. "Who told me last night that there are only cows that die of exhaustion, but no fields that are plowed to death?"
“…”
Nan Yan's face turned red with anger.
No matter how good the land is, it cannot withstand his "cultivation" like this.
We have to "plow" 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: "Please don't be mean, I still want to cultivate some good things from this land."
"What, good stuff?"
Zhu Feng's breath was filled with laughter.
"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 both of us."
“…”
Nan Yan's heart was half sad and half happy. Although she still had some grief over losing her son, she had indeed recovered a lot with such a strong support by her side.
She is also looking forward to the future.
only--
She said softly, "What do you need so many children for?"
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