Outside the door, the afterglow of the setting sun stretched Su Luo's figure into an elongated figure.
Su Luo stood there, looking at Nangong Liuyun standing by the window with his hands behind his back.
His slender figure is as straight as a pine tree, his long clothes and wide sleeves make him look as graceful as a fairy.
She couldn't see his expression, but Su Luo could see the sadness in his back.
Su Luo walked up briskly, put her hands around his thin waist, and pressed her beautiful face against his back.
Nangong Liuyun did not look back. His hand held Su Luo's hand, and the two stood quietly, feeling the afterglow of the sunset.
There was silence all around, as if time had stopped at this moment.
After a while, Su Luo's voice broke the silence around him: "Shall I go?"
Nangong Liuyun turned around and supported Su Luo's waist. Before she could react, he spun her around and made her sit on the windowsill, face to face with him.
Su Luo put her hands around his porcelain white neck and looked at him happily.
"Are you awake?" Nangong Liuyun asked.
"Yeah." Su Luo naughtily rubbed Nangong Liuyun's face inch by inch.
This face is really beautiful. The skin is as delicate as beautiful porcelain, the facial lines are as sharp as a knife, and every facial feature is as if it has been carefully carved and refined to perfection.
Some people get tired of looking at the beauty after a while, but the beauty of Nangong Liuyun makes people more and more addicted to it, and the more they look at it, the harder it is to extricate themselves.
"Does your head still hurt?" Nangong Liuyun's voice was soft, as if he was protecting the fragile porcelain.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Su Luo shook her head seriously.
"Has your mental strength recovered?"
"Most of the time I have recovered."
"How much did you hear what my mother said just now?" Su Luo waved her finger near Nangong Liu Yunling's lips, so Nangong Er Shao bit her finger.
"Hahaha, it's itchy." Su Luo wanted to pull her fingers out, but she couldn't, but Nangong Liuyun's tongue kept teasing her from time to time.
"Nangong Liuyun, don't you have mysophobia? You actually sucked my fingers!"
"Because it's you, silly girl." Nangong Liuyun pinched her pretty, flawless nose angrily.
After finally snatching her fingers back, Su Luo put her hands around his neck, rested her little head on his shoulder, and seriously suggested: "Shall I go treat Meteor?"
Nangong Liuyun didn't speak for a while.
The atmosphere around was a little cold.
Just when Su Luo was puzzled, Nangong Liuyun's broad and hot fingers gently stroked her dark hair.
Su Luo got up from the bed and came all the way when she heard the quarrel. She was wearing a snow-colored middle coat, and her black hair fell gently on her shoulders, with a few messy strands.
Nangong Liuyun pondered for a while before saying, "We'll talk about it after you recover."
"But I have recovered. Your mother is so anxious, but you are not anxious at all?" Su Luo smiled and looked at him.
Nangong Liuyun pinched Su Luo's little face lovingly: "We will wait until you are completely healed."
"But I'm really completely recovered." Su Luo wanted to relieve Nangong Liuyun's worries.
"At least for a year, you are not allowed to use medical skills anymore." Nangong Liuyun said with a tigerish face, and warned Su Luo seriously, "You have been sleeping for a month, do you want people to worry to death? You don't have any concerns when you save people.
Do you think about your body? Are you still alone?"
Su Luo was punished by Nangong Liuyun and lowered her head.
Although Nangong Liuyun scolded her with a dark face, Su Luo felt very happy because he was always thinking about her.
She weakly and secretly raised her head, and glanced at Nangong Liuyun with her smiling eyes.