Nangong Liuyun didn't push her away, he still looked at her straightly, his eyes were so bright, as if he could see into the deepest part of her soul.
"I was wrong..." Su Luo lowered her head and confessed.
Nangong Liuyun's breath was stuck in his throat. He admitted his mistake very quickly, but he would still make it as a matter of course next time!
"I was really wrong..." Su Luo took Nangong Liuyun's hand and shook it back and forth, her voice soft and coquettish.
She knew that Nangong Liuyun couldn't stand her behavior and would surrender immediately.
Sure enough, Nangong Liuyun's dark and gloomy expression softened a little.
He shook off Su Luo's hand and stared at her sternly: "Behave yourself, what's the point of using your hands and feet!"
The more he behaved like this, the more outrageous Su Luo became.
She lay crookedly in his arms, moving her hands up and down, squeezing here and there.
Nangong Liuyun suddenly stiffened, his whole body was tense, and his breathing was a little heavy. He glared at Su Luo: "Little girl, please behave yourself."
The more serious and straight-faced he was, the more Su Luo wanted to tease him.
She simply took a step forward, spread her legs, straddled his abdomen, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and stared at him with a warm smile.
Nangong Liuyun turned away, but a faint blush appeared next to his ears.
Her Nangong is so innocent, I like her so much.
Su Luo leaned forward, her vague breath lingering around his lips, touching him intimately, but not kissing him.
A thin line of sweat appeared on Nangong Liuyun's forehead.
At this time, how could he still pretend to be angry and push her away? At that moment, he suddenly wrapped his hands around Su Luo's slim waist, pushed forward with force, and violently imprisoned Su Luo in his arms.
"Are you still angry?" Su Luo stretched out her fingers and tapped his half-dressed and exposed porcelain white chest muscles.
"Yeah." Nangong Liuyun's voice was muffled, and he could hear that he was still a little angry.
Su Luo's cold fingers touched the redness and swelling on his forehead.
She actually wanted to laugh.
Such a bruise, given his master Nangong's strength, would disappear in just a moment. It would be better for him not only to not let the wound go away, but also to deliberately make it bigger, making her feel guilty, right?
Su Luo pressed her fingers to the small area on his forehead.
"Hiss——" Nangong Liuyun gasped.
Su Luo laughed out loud and pushed him, "Hey, it's almost done. Stop pretending. Is this pain still considered painful for you?"
Nangong Liuyun glanced at Su Luo and pointed to his feet: "My feet hurt!"
Su Luo then remembered that Nangong Liuyun had a leg problem and she had brought him to her door automatically, so she became nervous and hurriedly tried to climb off him.
But Nangong Liuyun held her buttocks and allowed her limbs to move however she wanted. Her body was firmly fixed there, unable to move.
Nangong Liuyun still raised his chin and sneered arrogantly: "You go, you go quickly."
Su Luo patted him depressedly: "How can I leave if I don't let go?"
Nangong Liuyun sneered: "When did I not let go, didn't you leave cleanly? Now you came to the door automatically."
Su Luo: "...Okay, can I stop walking? I just want to see your legs, okay?"
"No!" The arrogant boy refused.
"Nangong Liuyun!" Su Luo shouted at him.
Nangong Liuyun's eyes were a little aggrieved, he pursed his lips slightly, and his voice was low, almost whispering: "I know what to do to help relieve pain, but I deliberately push back and talk here and there, and even say that I like me..."