That kind of breath, so familiar.

It made her feel warm again, but in the warmth, she felt a little suffocating oppression.

Nanyan frowned and subconsciously opened his eyes.

In the blurred vision, there was a familiar silhouette, approaching in the deep darkness of the night, with red eyes, hot breath, and a beast-like aura, like a fierce tiger, looking down and sniffing its prey under its claws.

It's dangerous.

However, I don't know why, maybe it's the upset that has made her tired, or maybe it's the sense of security brought by the familiar silhouette, Nanyan didn't even feel the danger.

She just looked at him half-open and confused for a while, and then closed her eyes again.

In a haze, I felt a pair of hands reach out.

Picked up the curled body, half-asleep and half-awake, there was a feeling of soaring clouds, Nanyan felt that he was being carried and walked for a while, and then, his back touched something soft, like a cloud pile.

It's just a little cold.

However, that kind of coldness was also temporary, because the next moment, a hot body pressed on her body, and the big hands slowly peeled off her thin clothes, and traveled all over her body, and the skin that was originally dyed cold by the cold was slowly dyed warm in that blazing temperature.

Even, some hot.

She let out a low moan, as if comfortable, but also as if a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously raised her soft hands, trying to push away the hot air that kept spewing between her neck.

But the next moment, the soft little hand was grabbed and pressed against the top of his head.

This feeling of being imprisoned made her struggle all of a sudden, and her mouth also made an unbearable murmur, and her originally chaotic consciousness fell into deeper darkness at this moment, she tried her best to open her eyes, but she felt that she was getting weaker and weaker.

In the haze, she opened her eyes, only to see a fog.

What is this?

She was at a loss, and only intuitively felt that she seemed to be in a wasteland, and when she looked around, she realized that what was in front of her was not fog, but the yellow sand in the sky.

I can't see my fingers.

She had a vague feeling that it was a dream, and it was a suffocating nightmare.

Why do you have such dreams?

And, why is this feeling so familiar?

She struggled in pain, trying to break free, but there was no way to wake up, her whole body seemed to be bound, and someone choked her throat and suffocated her.

As if sensing her pain and suffocation, the big hand that clasped her hands above her head and was like iron tongs finally let go, and Nanyan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for breath, and being embraced into a warm embrace.

Tears, gradually overflowing eyes.

She choked up, gasping for breath, curled up in the warm, somewhat hot embrace.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a strange, young man's face.

Although it was unfamiliar, the eyebrows that were close at hand seemed very familiar, but there was a little panic, as if he didn't know what to do with her.

Nanyan blurred for a moment, then opened his eyes and saw a familiar face.

It's Zhu Feng.

He was short of breath, sweating all over, his powerful arms hugged him in his arms, both of them gasped, and when their skin was close to each other, they could feel the temperature in each other's bodies, as if they were going to ignite this cold night.

Nanyan was still a little confused: "Your Majesty ......"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I found that my voice was already hoarse.

She didn't know that she had been moaning and screaming all night, and at this time, the morning light was shining through the window, and she was still at a loss.

Zhu Feng is even more overwhelmed than her.

When he woke up from his chaotic sanity, he found that he had arrived in the cold palace, and under him was the little woman who was about to be crushed by himself.

She breathed faintly and lay in her arms.

Covered in sweat, almost the bedding was soaked, and what was even more shocking was the marks on her body, which she left behind, from her neck, collarbone, to her thighs.

It can be seen that last night, he was like a beast.

Zhu Feng was still a little dazed, he only remembered that he had fallen into a mess, and he didn't know how he got here, but the suffocating feeling that was haunting him like a nightmare slowly disappeared because she was by her side.

It's just that she looks terrible.

Zhu Feng frowned, and his voice was a little hoarse, but because of the sweat on his face and his slight wheezing, he looked a little moving: "You, are you okay?" ”

“……”

Nanyan looked at him quietly for a long time and shook his head gently.

Actually, she was in a lot of pain and very uncomfortable.

But she couldn't say it.

Because she faintly felt that what she seemed to have experienced was the dream that had entangled Zhu Feng.

She knew that it made him very painful, but she didn't expect that it would be like this.

It gave her an inexplicable, familiar feeling.

She whispered, "Are you alright?" ”

Although the two of them asked the same question, when they heard her say this, Zhu Feng's heart suddenly trembled.

It was clearly herself who made her so scarred, but she asked herself, "Are you okay?"

Zhu Feng felt as if something was surging in his chest, a familiar, long-lost warmth, which made him regain his reason and his feelings.

He reached out and took her into his arms again.

Only this time, the force of his hand was much gentle, so that she was so close to his chest that she could almost feel her heartbeat.

Nan Yan suddenly felt the tip of his nose sour.

No matter how many quarrels and quarrels there have been between them before, it seems that as long as he is close, as long as he is close, as long as he is close, something will come back naturally, even if he has amnesia, even if he is angry, it will not change.

She gently buried her face in his arms.

On such a quiet morning, the mist poured in through the crack in the door, reflecting this scene, which was heartwarming.

I don't know how long they have been snuggling up like this, Zhu Feng lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Nanyan." ”

"Huh?"

"Come back with me."

“……”

Nanyan's heart trembled slightly, and he raised his head from his arms.

Zhu Feng looked at the empty, humble room in front of him, and looked down at her again, his eyes full of distress: "Go back to Yikun Palace." ”

“……”

As soon as he finished saying this, he felt the originally soft body in his arms stiffen.

Nanyan slowly broke free from his arms.

Zhu Feng's brows furrowed.

"You don't want to?"

“……”

Nanyan didn't speak, only lowered his head.

Zhu Feng's tone was a little deeper: "Could it be that you are still angry with me, or do you still not believe me?" ”