The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 271: 王府 旖旎 (7)

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Nangong Liuyun saw Su Luo look at him, raised her eyebrows, and raised her mouth with a wicked charm, and said lazily, "Want a woman to take the lead? OK, my king will give you this opportunity, come on."

Shameless! Unlimited man! Will she die if she doesn't take advantage of her words?

Su Luo glared at him, but at this moment Nangong Liuyun suddenly closed her eyes, and there was a layer of sweat on her forehead.

"Nangong, are you—" Su Luo felt that something was wrong. She rolled up the quilt and moved toward Nangong Liuyun's rest assured.

Nangong Liuyun waved his hand, smiled, and wrote lightly: "It's okay, there's a little old disease, the time is up, it will hurt for a while."

Old disease? What kind of old injury can Nangong Liuyun call the old disease?

When the time comes, it hurts for a while. When the time comes, does it mean that it will hurt intermittently?

Su Luo felt a pity in her heart. She couldn't think of how painful Nangong Liuyun could change her face. For a while, she was at a loss as to what to do.

Nangong Liuyun leaned sideways, supported with one hand, and looked at her with a smile.

However, Su Luo clearly saw the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and the front chest and back were soaked with cold sweat. As usual, he smiled, but felt so pale.

"You—" Su Luo wanted to ask him if he had any painkillers or something, but after a while thinking, the strength of Nangong couldn't restrain the pain. What can the painkillers do?

Nangong Liuyun suddenly closed his eyes. He turned over and took the quilt to cover himself. "Well, it's not too late. If you don't want to sleep here, go out and find Lingfeng, he will arrange everything for you." /

His tone was a little hasty and a bit forbearing. He covered the whole person with a quilt and made a muffled sound.

Su Luo couldn't see his look clearly, but it seemed painful to see him curling his body, bowing his back, and the quilt shaking.

Su Luo was a little stunned, and he felt anxiety in his heart.

What happened to Nangong Liuyun? So how could a strong and overbearing man be so painful?

And looking at him, it seems that this old disease has been bothering him, and it happens periodically?

Su Luo hasn't left. She sat up, hugged her arms around her knees, and her face was on her side, always watching Nangong Liuyun.

Nangong Liuyun fell to sleep, the quilt covering his face slipped aside, revealing the sweaty pale handsome face.

The wind is strong outside. In such a world, it is easy to catch cold without drying the sweat.

Su Luo thought for a while, crept to the bed, and went outside.

People have been waiting at the door. Under Su Luo's order, a pot of hot water was quickly drawn, and there was a pile of snow-white Kampa.

"I'll just go in by myself, keep on guarding it." Su Luo sent the man a word and went into the inner room with hot water.

A strong man like Nangong Liuyun must not want people to see his fragile side.

Su Luo laid the jade pot on the table, wrung the parcel, and gently wiped the sweat-stained face of Nangong Liuyun.

Nangong Liuyun has a face, his brows tightened, his face pale and terrible.

Although he was anxious to shoot him before, but now seeing him like this, Su Luo felt a pity in his heart, his fingers involuntarily touched his face, and gently slid to his brows.

He seems to stretch a bit.

Su Luo feels happy to be able to do something for him.