Chapter 393: Make you my woman

Before Nan Yan realized what was going on, he felt a rush of heat, and Zhu Feng lifted up his large cloak and gathered her whole from both sides.
Only a small head was exposed, his nose was red, his eyes were round, and he looked at him with a shocked expression.
It's like a little rabbit raised in childhood.
He was cautious about everything, with a dazed temperament from time to time, which made him want to squeeze, but after squeezing, seeing her pain like that, he couldn't help but feel a little pain.
He didn't even know whether he wanted to hurt her or love her.
Looking down at her: "Is it cold?"
"..."
Where can Nan Yan speak?
Where is it still cold?
His body temperature and breath closed with the cloak behind him, enveloping her, and for a while, it was not just warm as spring.
She felt that she was going to melt in the hot body temperature.
Seeing her speechless, Zhu Feng was not angry. He just watched her stupidly forgot to dodge her gaze, and felt the tender body of nephrite jade close to him in her arms. It felt hotter from his already hot body temperature.
He desperately needs to calm himself down.
But here, there is no tea.
So, staring at her red nose, and the thin lips underneath that were slightly pursed, a little watery.
He still remembers the smell--
So, thinking of nothing, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Yes, it still feels like that, her lips are soft with a little coolness, even a little trembling, let him ask for it.
And he, as if afraid that she would be cold, kept rubbing the two thin lips together. Gradually, her lips became hot, even under his entanglement. Lightly open
The sweet taste is the same as before.
Zhu Feng felt that it was not enough, no matter what.
She didn't have the strong scent of powder on her body, and there was no deliberate sweetness of rouge on her lips. It was just a faint taste that belonged to her. It was so light, but it made him want to stop.
His hands gradually encircled the small body in his arms, tightening tightly.
Why are you still so thin?
As if hug harder, she would be broken by herself.
In fact, he did hear her soft whimper, because the long and ardent kiss almost made Nan Yan unable to breathe, but he didn't know how to reach out and push her--she didn't have the strength to resist, and it was almost here. She indulged in the kiss of drowning.
Finally, Zhu Feng slowly let go of her lips.
When the lips of the two people were separated, a cold wind blew by, and each other's breath turned into a continuous mist, tangled together, and slowly dispersed in the air.
Zhu Feng looked down at her, looked at her misty eyes, and her thin lips became a little red and swollen under her own rages.
He whispered: "Is it cold?"
"..."
This time, Nan Yan was behaved and shook his head.
It's not cold anymore.
Not only was it not cold, she was almost as hot as the chest that was close to her.
And Zhu Feng finally didn't get angry at her anymore, just looked at her in a daze, as if he was still indulging in the kiss just now, and he squeezed the corner of his mouth and chuckled lightly.
He said solemnly: "I want you to enter the harem and become my woman."
"...!"
Nan Yan's heart trembled again.
The mist that had just been confused just disappeared, she opened her eyes wide and stared at him blankly.