Nangong Liuyun saw Su Luo looking at him, raised his eyebrows, curled up his lips evilly, and said lazily: "You want a woman to take the throne? OK, I will give you this opportunity, come on."

Shameless! A man with no limit! Will he die if he doesn't take advantage of her verbally?

Su Luo glared at him resentfully, but at this time, Nangong Liuyun suddenly closed her eyes, and there seemed to be a layer of sweat on her forehead.

"Nangong, are you--" Su Luo felt something was wrong, so she rolled up the quilt and moved towards Nangong Liuyun's reassurance.

Nangong Liuyun waved his hand, Zhan Yan smiled, and wrote lightly: "It's okay, I have a little old disease. When the time comes, it will hurt for a while."

What kind of old illness should be called an old illness by Nangong Liuyun?

It will hurt for a while when the time comes. Does the time come, it will hurt intermittently every once in a while?

A trace of care 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 a little at a loss and didn't know what to do.

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

However, Su Luo clearly saw the cold sweat on his forehead gushing out, and the front and back of his chest were soaked with cold sweat. He smiled as before, but felt as pale as he used to.

"You--" Su Luo wanted to ask him if he had any painkillers or something, but then he thought, with Nangong's strength, he couldn't control this pain, so what's the use of painkillers?

Nangong Liuyun suddenly closed his eyes, and he turned over and grabbed the quilt and covered himself, "Okay, it's getting late. If you don't want to sleep here and go out to find Ling Feng, he will arrange everything for you."

His tone was a little quick and tolerant, and he covered his whole body with a quilt and made a muffled sound.

Su Luo couldn't see his expression clearly, but when he saw him curled up, bowing his back, and the quilt was trembling, it seemed very painful.

Su Luo was a little stunned and felt a burst of uneasiness in his heart.

What happened to Nangong Liuyun? How could such a strong, domineering and arrogant man feel like this?

And judging from his appearance, it seems that this old disease has been bothering him and is having a periodic attack?

Su Luo didn't leave. She sat up, hugged her hands with her knees, and looked at Nangong Liuyun with her face sideways.

Nangong Liuyun fell asleep deeply, and the cover of the quilt slid to the side, revealing her pale and handsome face covered with sweat.

There is a strong wind outside, and in this world, it is easy to catch a cold without drying the sweat.

Su Luo thought about it, tiptoed out of bed and went out.

There were servants waiting at the door. At Su Luo's instructions, he quickly fetched a basin of hot water and a stacked snow-white brocade marquis.

"I'll just go in by myself, you can keep guarding." Su Luo sent the servant away with a word and took the hot water into the inner room with his own hands.

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

Su Luo put the jade bowl on the table, wrung the veil, and gently wiped Nangong Liuyun's sweaty face.

Nangong Liuyun opened her face, her brows tightly, and her face was terrible.

Although I wanted to slap him to death before, now seeing him like this, Su Luo's heart was filled with pain, and his fingers couldn't help but stroke his face and gently slid towards his eyebrows.

He seemed to stretch a little.
Chapter completed!