Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

He took a spoonful of soup medicine, blew it twice, and then brought it to her lips.

However, Nan Yan, who was completely unconscious, couldn't drink anything at all. Even if he put the medicinal juice into her mouth, he would vomit it out unconsciously.

Several times, the clothes were soaked by the flowing liquid medicine.

The decoction is almost cold.

Zhu Feng frowned, then looked down at her thin face, her lips were thin and pale, and she lifted slightly as she breathed, revealing a jade-like gap.

Obviously he didn't do anything, but there was a different, seductive sense of temptation.

He shook his head suddenly, Nan Yan was already injured like this, what was he thinking?

He raised his head again, looked at the doctor Chen and Ye Wei who were standing in front of the bed, and said: "Okay, there is me here, you can go out."

The two looked at each other and didn't dare to stay any longer, so they carefully retreated.

The door was also closed.

Only then did Zhu Feng gently put Nan Yan back on the bed, but I don’t know if it was because the pillow was hard or was not used to it. In the coma, she couldn’t help but frowned and let out a little uncomfortable mutter in her mouth. .

The cat-like whisper made him feel tight.

But he still took a deep breath, calmed himself down, pinched her chin with his hand to open her dry lips slightly, then took a sip from the medicine bowl and leaned down.

He pressed her lips.

The thin lips also had the same slender feeling as hers, so that he didn't even dare to use force, carefully prying open her teeth, and passing the bitter concoction bit by bit.

His other hand was still stroking her slender neck, and he immediately felt her swallowing subconsciously.

He relaxed.

After taking a sip of the medicine, he left her lips.

Although it was very dry just now, at this time, I don't know if it was because of the infiltration of the medicinal juice or something else. Her lips had become watery, and even slightly swollen.

He is already very light...

He frowned, stroked the corners of her lips with his rough thumb, and wiped off a bit of concoction.

At this time, I felt her soft breath, blowing across his face, and the slight warm feeling made him suddenly a little hot.

Looking down at her lips again, he couldn't help it.

Lowered his head again.

However, just when he was about to touch her lips, reason stopped him again.

No way!

Can't do this!

She was still sick and even in a coma.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and calmed down the restless enthusiasm in his body, and then lowered his head again, looking at Nan Yan's thin face, with long eyelashes covering his thin eyelids, becoming more and more slender. She was so weak that she couldn't help but frowned.

He has never been like this.

Even if he had been in the army for more than half a year, when he could not even see a female fly, he would not have such a desire for women.

Why, when facing Nan Yan, she didn't have to say anything, and she could make herself angry; she didn't have to do anything, and she could lose her sanity.

He was silent and gave her the last bit of potion left in the bowl in the same way.

But this time, he controlled himself and stopped indulging in it.

Although, it is not easy.

Reaching out and gently rubbing her soft, slightly red lips, he lowered his head and muttered: "I, did you poison you?"