Chapter 417: A thorn in my heart

Nan Yan looked at him a little silly.
Just now, she thought that Zhu Feng would kiss her.
In fact, when two people who like each other are close, they really want to get close to each other. She herself, embarrassingly speaking, also has the urge to get close to him.
However, Zhu Feng left.
It was as if that night, he held himself tightly.
The hot body temperature pierced through the layers of clothes and ironed on her body, almost burning her to the temperature.
It made her shudder.
And Zhu Feng suddenly let go of her.
Not only did she let go of her, but after a sober light flashed by the hot breath of his body, he became quiet.
Then he told her to go back.
In fact, Nanyan is not willing to take that step hastily.
The combination of two people should be justified, not sneaky and unseen.
However, Zhu Feng's sudden indifference made her feel a little uneasy, not knowing why.
What does he think about himself?
Feeling Nan Yan widened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were a little dazed, and a little innocent, which made the heat of Zhu Feng's originally strong heart go up again.
He tilted his head to the other side.
"Is it cold?"
"……Uh?"
"I ask you, are you still cold?"
"No, it's not cold anymore."
Don't say it's not cold anymore, the sweat on my body just came out just now.
Zhu Feng coughed lightly, and then said: "It's not cold, then go back first. I, there are some notes to approve."
Hearing what he said, it was a "dismissal order".
However, the emperor's dragon bed, how can she go on it casually and stay for a long time?
Nan Yan knew that she was interested, and she hurriedly got out of the quilt and got out of the bed. Her nose was still red, but it was really not cold anymore. She whispered, "Then, the slave and maid quit."
After speaking, he quietly withdrew from the Wuying Temple.
Zhu Feng stood there stiffly, and after a while, he looked back.
The slender figure has already gone far.
But the restlessness in my heart and the heat in my body did not calm down at all.
Of course he wanted her.
Although I was in the pavilion that night, I told her clearly that he would not force her, but a man is always driven by desire. He wants to hold her, as long as he gets close to her, it will burn like wildfire. .
But he—cannot.
It's not that he can't, but that there is always a thorn in his heart, deeply pierced.
Even if several months have passed, the deep wound has healed.
But the thorn grew in my heart.
I felt a suffocating sting at the touch.
He looked at Nan Yan's back, his brows were almost twisted into a lump, and at this moment, Ye Zhen walked in from outside.
"emperor……"
"..."
"emperor?"
"what?"
Zhu Feng came back to his senses, seeing that it was him, hurriedly withdrew his gaze.
And Ye Wei, he had already seen Nan Yan leaving behind, and when he walked in, he even felt the lingering ambiguity in the air.
However, Zhu Feng's face was somewhat uncertain.
Two people, what is going on?
He really couldn't understand it, so he asked directly: "The emperor, don't you plan to canonize the magistrate?"
Zhu Feng's face sank.
Ye Wei said carefully: "The female officer is so caring, and can help the emperor solve problems..."