Chapter 44: How long do you want to lie on this king's bed?

Nan Yan widened his eyes in surprise, and after listening to these words, he suddenly understood.
It turned out that he didn't want to--
Suddenly, her face was hot like a fire. King Yan just let herself come to the bed for the night, but she thought that King Yan wanted her...
It turned out that he was passionate.
Moreover, he also said all those words.
Suddenly, a strong sense of shame surrounded her like a blazing flame in the cabinet just now, Nan Yan only felt that his mind was stunned, and then raised his head to look at Zhu Feng. He has slowly moved from himself. Moved away, sat down on the edge of the bed, thought for a while, as if it was funny, then looked back at her.
The contempt in that face and the contempt in those eyes were clearly presented before his eyes.
He sneered and said, "There are many women who want to climb onto the king's bed, but not everyone can."
"..."
"Not to mention a woman like you."
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan felt ashamed and embarrassed. What's more sad was that he remembered the self-righteous things he had just said to him.
How could she say those words?
How could she think that King Yan was going to treat her--
At this time, Zhu Feng said coldly: "Can't get up yet? How long do you want to lie on this king's bed?"
"..."
Hearing these words, Nan Yan hurriedly got up, but at that moment, her whole body seemed to be taken away. She struggled for a long time before she sat up reluctantly, and Zhu Feng had already reached out and grabbed her arm. Pull, lift her whole person off the bed.
She staggered two steps before she could barely stand firm. When she turned her head back, Zhu Feng was already lying on the bed, and with a wave of her hand, she lowered the curtains on both sides.
He said coldly: "Hmph, go to your night, don't think about it."
"..."
"For you, this king doesn't have such a good appetite."
"..."
Nan Yan was so ashamed that she was trembling and her head was almost unable to lift up. She gritted her teeth and slowly walked back to the bed and sat down. She was so sad that she could only bury her blushing face. Between the knees.
I blame myself, I blame myself for being passionate.
It’s no wonder that King Yan would look at him with such contemptuous eyes. He is the lofty Highness King Yan, how could he really treat a slave who offended him
At this moment, Nan Yan was so ashamed that he could only wait for a crack in the ground to let himself in.
Zhu Feng lay on the bed, listening to the faint, almost anxious breathing by the side of the bed, turning his head again, looking at the slender back, couldn't help but sneer in his heart again.
However, after the sneer, there was something uncomfortable in my heart.
He was right. There were too many women who wanted to climb on his bed. From the time when he was a prince in Jinling, he went to Peiping to be a feudal lord. There are countless women, colorful, fat and thin. All kinds of ways to get close to him, and even seduce him.
He is not enthusiastic about bedclothes, and he never refuses normal pleasures. But after all, he was born in the army. For him, the golden horse and the iron horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, is the one thing that makes a man excited.
but--
It's one thing he doesn't want.
The reluctance of others to give is another matter.
What's more, the one who is unwilling to give is the slave girl who follows him every day, with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, and the maid who dare not take a breath - Sinanyan.
Secretary-South-Smoke.
He said the name coldly in his heart, and then slowly closed his eyes.