Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Her fists hit Zhu Feng's chest one after another.

"Bang bang bang", it was like hitting a hard rock.

In fact, she didn't have much strength.

Her resistance did not have much practical effect.

But her words, her unwillingness to yield, made Zhu Feng feel helpless again.

In front of this little girl, how much powerlessness is there?

He said solemnly: "Nan Yan!"

But Nan Yan didn't listen at all, and only used every bit of strength to struggle and resist him.

"let me go!"

"...!"

He gritted his teeth, grabbed her hands and clasped her on top of her head forcefully, pressing her body forcefully so that she could no longer move.

Then panting heavily, roaring with the breath of almost gas flame: "What do you want me to do?!"

"..."

At this moment, both of them were so embarrassed.

On the lips, there are all traces of bites.

There was even a little blood on the lips.

What I tasted on the tip of my tongue is all the smell of blood and iron, which makes people feel throbbing.

This is not what he wants.

The little woman under her body who clenched her teeth and was full of tears, but was too stubborn to give in--

This is not what he wants.

He clasped her hands, raised his body slightly, like a crouching tiger, but unable to pounce on its food, panting slightly, "What do you want me to do?"

Nan Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I want the emperor as always."

"..."

"Since the emperor doesn't want to touch me, don't touch me."

"..."

"Since the emperor cares about my chastity, don't touch me, an ‘unclean person’!"

This sentence, like a knife, pierced Zhu Feng's heart straight.

Nan Yan almost heard the sound of his teeth grinding.

Those eyes were red, as if flames were burning. He looked at her in the flames, but there was a deep chill in his voice.

"Do you think I care about this?"

"..."

"Do you think I care about your ‘unclean’?"

Nan Yan's breathing was slightly choked.

She subconsciously said: "Could it be, isn't it?"

"..."

The two people looked at each other like this.

The excitement of confrontation and fighting, which was originally like a beast, slowly faded from the bodies of the two at this moment.

Even Zhu Feng felt that the karma and strength in his body had been taken away at this moment.

He took a breath.

The body slowly fell down.

Like a tired tiger, lying on Nan Yan's body, his head was also buried between her neck.

The hot breath blew across the slender neck, causing Nan Yan to shudder slightly.

She let out a low moan.

At this time, Zhu Feng's deep and magnetic voice sounded in his ears——

"I, have been fighting for more than ten years."

"..."

"I understand very well how helpless a woman is in this troubled world, especially in the chaos of war."

"..."

"How innocent."

"..."

"They were killed, trampled, looted, and even reduced to playthings without dignity."

Hearing these words, Nan Yan's heart also seemed to be pricked by a needle.

She thought of that night--

She was abducted by Tong Jie and was trapped in the camp of Yue State that night.

She almost encountered the same desperate situation.

If it hadn't been for Zhu Feng's appearance, or if he hadn't single-handedly killed the Yue State University and rescued her, I'm afraid she would end like that now.

Zhu Feng's deep voice was a little gloomy, as if clenching his teeth hard.

"Do you think I would look down on such a person?"

"..."

"They are not wrong."

"..."

"Wrong, the man who failed to protect them."

"..."

"Wrong, it's the man."

"..."

"Wrong, it's me..."

Nan Yan's heart jumped fiercely.

This heartbeat, even affecting her whole body, trembled.

She gently said: "The emperor...?"

Zhu Feng buried her head between her neck and said in a deep voice, "I only announced to all my subjects that I would build my own prosperous world during the day, but at night, I have to face a fact--"

"..."

"I can't protect even the woman I love."

At this moment, the heat in the whole body seemed to have retreated.

However, Nan Yan clearly felt that in the deepest part of his heart, a small flame was burning in a place that he didn't even know.

Her hands moved slowly.

It is Zhu Feng, who has let go of her.

He just leaned on her body like this, the two bodies pressed together tightly, without any force or restraint.

Nan Yan raised his hands subconsciously, and left his finger marks on his white wrists.

However, with such bruises, her hands gently touched his back, and then slowly closed.

Hugged him.

Zhu Feng's body trembled as well, and his muscles tightened.

These days, he "snips" her, in essence, is torturing himself.

God knows that his desire, his desire to embrace her, is about to split this body.

And her touch seemed to tear a gap.

He raised his head and looked down at her.

Those eyes were almost red.

Nan Yan whispered: "I—"

Before she finished speaking, her faint voice disappeared into the fiery entanglement of lips and tongue.

Zhu Feng lowered his head suddenly and kissed her hard.

This time, it was a kiss.

Even a kiss with a tenderness.

But even if he deliberately controlled the strength, it still swept like a storm, sweeping away all her reason and consciousness.

The clothes that were already messy were torn off with his hands and turned into flying butterflies, scattered around the bed.

However, she did not feel cold.

Because his body is hotter than fire.

The two people are constantly entangled, and he is igniting everywhere on his body.

Nan Yan finally recovered a trace of reason, and whispered between his kisses: "The emperor, I—"

But the next moment, her voice was swallowed by him again.

"in fact--"

"..."

"I--"

Several intermittent talks were interrupted by his desperate entanglement. Under him, under the intrusion of his hot breath, Nan Yan gradually softened into a pool of syrup, and her soft body could only be passive. Dancing under his control.

The air is getting hotter and hotter.

The heartbeat is getting heavier and heavier.

At that moment, the severe pain struck, and all Nan Yan wanted to say, even the little sensibility in his mind, was attacked like a gust of wind, with no impact left.

She groaned briefly--

"what!"

"..."

At this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly widened his eyes.

Looking down at her body, this weak, but stubborn little woman.

Tears finally slipped from the corner of her eyes.

He suddenly understood.

I understand everything.

Suddenly, his throat struck, and he whispered, "Nan Yan..."

"..."

Nan Yan did not speak, but bit her lower lip firmly.

Tears, like beads with broken threads, rolled down continuously, soaking the face.