The Past Life 87 

The young man was very handsome, beautiful, like an immortal.

The silver hair was very seductive.

The room suddenly fell silent.

The two of them were very close, and even the Ninth Emperor could clearly feel Nan Changfeng's breathing.

Looking at this handsome face, the Ninth Emperor's heart suddenly surged with a feeling.

She wanted to sleep with him!

She smiled as she touched Nan Changfeng's face gently. "It's a pity that this face is a man's. Otherwise, I don't know how many men in the world would want to sleep with you..."

If Nan Changfeng were a girl, many people would want to sleep with him, but unfortunately, he was a man.

It was really a pity...

The Ninth Emperor was a little sorry, and she seemed guilty.

Nan Changfeng smiled and asked, "What about you?"

The Ninth Emperor smiled as she stood up from her seat and walked toward Nan Changfeng.

Nan Changfeng got up.

Behind him was the wall.