A ray of light fell on a pair of hands.

These hands are not one of the same person's hands, but two hands are clasped and their index fingers are tangled together.

At this time of sleep, Nan Yan gradually became a little clear-headed. She felt the heavy and hot hands on her hands. She frowned slightly and then opened her eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was stunned.

Because what comes into view is Zhu Feng sitting beside the bed!

I don’t know if he didn’t sleep all night, but his eyes were covered with red bloodshot and his eyes were a little blue.

And his eyes

Nan Yan had never seen such a gaze. Zhu Feng's gaze was either deep and difficult to understand, or violent and vicious. But at this moment, when he looked down at himself, his gaze was still, and there seemed to be something flashing deep in his eyes.

With a hint of fanaticism, and as if there was a hint of confusion.

His appearance was like an extremely hungry man walking in the desert. He suddenly arrived at the water source and looked at the clear spring flowing under his feet, but he didn't know what to do.

After being watched like this, Nan Yan seemed a little confused for a moment.

I have no idea what to do.

The two of them looked at each other quietly.

Although he didn't move and said nothing, when he saw Nan Yan wake up, Zhu Feng's hand that had held her tightly for a night began to use force involuntarily. His palm was already wide and he grabbed Nan Yan's little hand.

The fingers were intertwined, and the palms were completely ironed together.

No wonder in dreams, I feel an inexplicable heat that goes straight to my heart.

At this moment, the heat belonging to him was still continuously conveying from his palm to her palm, and then warming it all the way into her heart along her arms. Nan Yan was inexplicably trembling.

At this time, Zhu Feng finally spoke.

The silence all night and the torture inside made him look like a piece of ice covered with flames. At this time, his voice was completely hoarse.

"You're awake."

“…”

Nan Yan did not answer him immediately because hearing his hoarse voice, like thick sand and gravel, made her feel like she was in the desert.

It's like the breath left over from a dream.

She was silent for a while, but asked softly: "Have you arranged everything about the little princess?"

“…”

Zhu Feng's eyes flashed slightly again.

He could see that although Nan Yan had woken up for a while and looked up at him, the expression in her eyes was always confused, or she had not yet been pulled out of her dream.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, she asked this.

She really saw it.

Still worried about myself...

Hearing this sentence, a mass of karma was burning inside, which slightly faded his feeling of burning inside. Zhu Feng looked down at her, his voice was hoarse and almost lost his voice, and he only said in a deep voice: "All have been arranged."

“…”

When Nan Yan heard this, he didn't know what it felt in his heart, so he just nodded slightly.

Then, he looked at his hand again.

She didn't know when Zhu Feng came, but it seemed that this feeling had always existed in the dream, and she didn't know how long it had been.

If it were before, when she looked at the hands of the two of them holding each other in this way, Zhu Feng would probably let go, but this time, Zhu Feng did not let go.

Instead, he used a little force to connect her with her fingers.

Nan Yan suddenly frowned.

But he heard his hoarse voice saying, "What should I do?"

“…”

"What do you want me to do?"

“…”

"Nanyan..."

Each of his words was like a red-burned needle, piercing into his chest. Nan Yan's heart beat for a moment, and the corners of his eyes suddenly turned red.

She clenched her lower lip and subconsciously wanted to retract her hand.

"Nanyan!"

Zhu Feng was a little anxious, as if Nan Yan was not only trying to pull his hand out of his hand, but also wanted his whole body to leave him. He tucked his hand and grabbed Nan Yan's hand tightly, but because his voice was hoarse, when he called her like this, his voice even more panic and decisive.

It seemed like a person was shouting shrillly.

He didn't allow her to leave!

Nan Yan's brows frowned even more. He looked up at him, then looked at his fingers that were tightly grasped by him, almost white, and silent for a moment before saying, "It hurts."

“…!”

When Zhu Feng heard her crying for pain, he became a little panicked again.

He wanted to let go of his hand, but hesitated and did not dare to let go completely. The big hand was tight and loose, loose and tight, almost crushing Nan Yan's hand bones.

Nan Yan took a deep breath and said lightly: "If the emperor must do something, let me go first?"

When Zhu Feng heard this, he looked down at her.

"Where are you going?"

“…”

Nan Yan lay on the bed, not even trying to get up, just lay quietly, her eyes were extremely indifferent, with a little frost breath, and she said lightly: "Where can I go?"

“…”

Zhu Feng's heart seemed to be slightly tugged by something.

Finally, she slowly let go of her hand.

But just as Nan Yan was about to retract his hand, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her hand.

"Um?"

Nan Yan looked up at him in amazement, but saw Zhu Feng frowned, put his hand back into the quilt, and tucked the corner of the quilt.

“…”

I knew he felt guilty at this time, and everything he had experienced before was not something that could be saved by this moment of warmth...

But the warmth of this moment is indeed real.

Nan Yan sighed softly in his heart.

Looking at the slightly red corners of her eyes, Zhu Feng said in a deep voice: "Did you sleep well last night?"

“…”

Nan Yan thought about it, then looked up at him, and there seemed to be a different meaning in his eyes: "Where is the emperor? Is the emperor sleeping well?"

"I'm not sleeping well."

“…”

"It seems that I haven't fallen asleep, but I feel like I'm asleep again, and I've had a long dream."

“…”

"I seem to have gone through a lot of things in my dream, but when I think about it carefully, I can't think of it anymore."

Nan Yan was silent for a moment and said lightly: "Maybe, it should be forgotten."

“…”

"The things that should be forgotten naturally cannot remember, and there is no need to think about them again."

Zhu Feng looked at her drooping eyelids, his voice became more hoarse, almost unable to make a sound, and he said with a dull aura: "But there are some things that I already know."

“…!”

Nan Yan frowned slightly.

My heart seemed to be stabbed by something again.

Looking at her silent appearance, Zhu Feng slowly leaned down, reached out to stroke her cheek, and said hoarsely: "Nan Yan, you"

“…”
Chapter completed!