Chapter 271 – Romance in Prince Jin’s Manor (7)

Chapter 271 - Romance in Prince Jin's Manor (7)

Nangong Liuyun saw Su Luo looking at him, lifting his eyebrows, he devilishly charmingly smirked at her. He lazily said: "Want the woman to take the lead? Okay, this king will give you a chance, come."

Shameless! A man without boundaries! Would not taking advantage of her when speaking kill him?

Su Luo fiercely glared at him, but the Nangong Liuyun right now suddenly blinked his eyes, his forehead was coated in a layer sweat.

"Nangong, Are you——"Su Luo felt that something was fishy, she unrolled the quilt and shifted towards where Nangong Liuyun was.

Nangong Liuyun waved his hand, and his smile widened. He downplayed everything, saying: "It's nothing, just a little old illness. Once it's here, it will be sore for a short while."

Old illness? Making Nangong Liuyun call it an old illness, what kind of old wound would it be?

When the time comes it would hurt for a while. When the time comes, don't tell me, after a period of time, it would start hurting, something that comes chronically?

A touch of doting feeling flashed through Su Luo's heart. She could not imagine the kind of pain that could change Nangong Liuyun's complexion, how painful must it be…Momentarily, she was at a complete loss, she wasn't sure what she should do that would be good.

Nangong Liuyun was on his side, being supported on one hand. He smilingly watched her.

However, Su Luo could clearly see the cold sweat on his forehead rushing out to form droplets. His chest and back were both soaked through with cold sweat. He smiled just like in the past, but the smile felt kind of lifeless.

"You——" Su Luo wanted to ask him if he had painkiller drugs or something similar, but on second thought, even with Nangong Liuyun's strength, if he was still unable to restrain the pain, then what was the use of painkillers?

Nangong Liuyun suddenly shut his eyes, he turned around and pulled the quilt to cover himself, "Enough, it's getting late. If you don't want to sleep here, then go out and look for Ling Feng. He will arrange everything well for you."

His tone sounded somewhat rushed, as if enduring something silently. He used the quilt to cover his entire person, so his voice sounded muffled.

Su Luo was unable to see his expression clearly, but seeing his curled up body, with his back arched and the quilt appearing to be shaking, it seemed as if it was very painful.

Su Luo had a distracted and amazed expression, her heart had a fit of unrest.

In the end, what was wrong with Nangong Liuyun? Such a strong, overbearing and insufferably arrogant man, how could he suffer so much pain until he was like this?

Moreover, seeing him like this, it was as if this old illness had always caused him complications, flaring up periodically.

Su Luo hadn't left since the beginning, she sat up with both hands linked together, holding her knees. Her face was slanted and was watching Nangong Liuyun all along.

Nangong Liuyun sank into a deep sleep, the quilt that covered his face slid to the side. It revealed that handsome, sweat-covered, pale face.

Outside, the gale storm erupted, in this kind of weather, if the sweat was not wiped dry, it was very easy to catch a cold.

Su Luo thought about it, climbed down the bed, and walked out quietly on tiptoe.

Outside the door, there was always servants standing there, waiting. Under Su Luo's instructions, a basin of hot water was very quickly fetched, in addition to a folded, snow-white, embroidered towel.

"It will be fine, I will go in by myself. You people continue to keep watch here." With one short sentence, Su Luo dismissed the servants. She personally carried the basin of hot water into the room.

Nangong Liuyun, this kind of strong-minded man, certainly wouldn't want others to see this weak side of himself.

Su Luo set the jade basin on top of the table, wrung the towel dry, and gently wiped clean Nangong Liuyun's face that was covered in sweat.

Nangong Liuyun brows were pinched tightly, and his complexion was terrifyingly pale.

Even though before, she was itching to swat him dead, now seeing him like this, a trace of care and concern streaked across Su Luo's heart. Her finger involuntarily stroked his face, gently sliding towards the space between his eyebrows.

He seemed to have relaxed a little.

Doing something within her abilities for him, Su Luo felt very happy.