Nangong Liuyun saw Su Luo looking at him, raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his lips evilly, and said lazily: "Want a woman to take the position? Okay, I will give you this opportunity, come on."
Shameless! A man with no limits! Will he die if he doesn't take advantage of her verbally?
Su Luo glared at him bitterly, but at this moment, Nangong Liuyun suddenly closed his eyes, and there seemed to be a layer of sweat on his forehead.
"Nangong, are you—" Su Luo felt something was wrong, she rolled up the quilt and moved towards Nangong Liuyun's relief.
Nangong Liuyun waved his hand, smiled, and wrote lightly: "It's okay, I have an old illness. When the time comes, it will hurt for a while."
Old illness? What kind of old injury can Nangong Liuyun call it an old illness?
When the time comes, it will hurt for a while. When the time comes, can it be said that it will hurt intermittently every once in a while?
A flash of pity flashed through Su Luo's heart. She could not imagine how painful it would be to make Nangong Liuyun's face change in pain... For a moment, she was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
Nangong Liuyun turned sideways, leaning on one hand and looking at her with a smile.
However, Su Luo could clearly see the cold sweat on his forehead pouring out in drops, and his chest and back were soaked with cold sweat. He was smiling as usual, but his smile felt so pale.
"You -" Su Luo wanted to ask him if he had any painkillers or anything like that, but then she thought about it, Nangong couldn't restrain this kind of pain with his strength, so what use could painkillers be?
Nangong Liuyun suddenly closed his eyes. He turned over and pulled the quilt to cover himself, "Okay, it's getting late. If you don't want to sleep here, go out and find Ling Feng. He will arrange everything."
His tone was a little urgent and a little forbearing. He covered his whole body with a quilt and made a muffled sound.
Su Luo couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could see that he was curled up, his back was arched, and the quilt was shaking a little, and he seemed to be in pain.
Su Luo was a little dazed, feeling uneasy in her heart.
What happened to Nangong Liuyun? How could such a strong and domineering man be in such pain?
And judging from his appearance, it seems that this old disease has been bothering him and relapses periodically?
Su Luo didn't leave. She sat up, hugged her knees with her hands, turned her face sideways, and kept looking at Nangong Liuyun.
Nangong Liuyun fell into a deep sleep, and the quilt covering his face fell aside, revealing his pale and handsome face covered in sweat.
It's windy outside, and in this kind of world, it's easy to catch a cold if you don't wipe your sweat dry.
Su Luo thought for a moment, then quietly got out of bed and went outside.
There was a servant waiting at the door. At Su Luo's instruction, a basin of hot water and a folded snow-white brocade handkerchief were quickly brought.
"I'll just go in by myself, you can continue to guard." Su Luo dismissed the servant with one word, and carried the hot water into the inner room with her own hands.
A strong man like Nangong Liuyun definitely doesn't want others to see his fragile side.
Su Luo placed the jade basin on the table, wrung out the handkerchief, and gently wiped Nangong Liuyun's sweaty face.
Nangong Liuyun had a face, his brows were knitted together, and his face was horribly pale.
Although she wanted to slap him to death before, but now seeing him like this, Su Luo felt a touch of pity in her heart, and her fingers involuntarily touched his face and gently slid towards his eyebrows.
He seemed to stretch a little.
Su Luo felt very happy to be able to do something for him.