The Ninth Emperor seemed to think of something, and her face darkened.
Initially, she wanted to punch Nan Changfeng, but she eventually put her fist down after thinking about it.
'Forget it. He's dreaming only, so I'll spare him this time…'
The Ninth Emperor looked at Nan Changfeng for the last time before turning over and sleeping.
However, she did not notice the young man on the floor was gradually opening his eyes.
He smiled as he caressed his lips.
He could still feel the young girl's warm lips.
A light flashed across his face.
To the Ninth Emperor, Nan Changfeng was gentle, naive, and simple like white paper, without any flaws.
However, he really was cunning like a fox.
If one were not careful, one would be eaten by him, leaving no bones behind.
