Chapter 272 – Romance in Prince Jin’s Manor (8)

However, there wasn’t enough time for her to be happy before her hands were grabbed by the him who was sleeping. He pulled her to him. Even though he was still in pain and still fast asleep, his strength was as astonishingly great as before.

Su Luo simply had no time to react, before her entire body had already fallen into his embrace. She was heavily pressed on top of his body.

Nangong Liuyun gave a muffled groan as she knocked into him, but he once again firmly hugged her to him. He then turned over and went back into a deep sleep.

This time, Nangong Liuyun merely hugged her, holding her close, and didn’t make any other movements.

His arms were strong and powerful, as hard as iron clamps. Several times, Su Luo wanted to pry open his fingers but her efforts were to no avail. She was completely unable to move him even the slightest bit.

Nangong Liuyun seemed to be submerged in a deep sleep. His breathing was long and continuous, only his eyebrows were still slightly pinched.

Su Luo stopped struggling, a trace of a tender sentiment that she herself wasn’t aware of flashed through the gaze she used to look at him.

This man, suffering so much pain like this and still being able to sleep, was very rare. How could she have the heart to startle him awake with noise?

Su Luo pulled up the quilt and wrapped it around him completely. Afterwards, in his embrace, she found a comfortable position and raised her head to look at his face.

Long, thick eyelashes, handsome straight nose, thin red lips, and his facial features were exquisite. He was like a masterpiece sculpture delicately carved by a grandmaster-level sculptor. He was so handsome, it was beyond compare.

Even though he was asleep as before, it was peaceful one now. His forehead successfully knotted into the Chinese character for river. Recalling his incomparable strength; eminence, and unapproachable identity and status, the place nearest to Su Luo’s heart would flash with a trace of cherishing affection.

Suddenly, a divine light flashed through Su Luo’s mind.

She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten a very important thing.

Still remember that time when the little divine dragon looked at her, not wanting to let go, and was innocently deceived by her to be by her side? That’s right, the Celestial Spirit Water.

Since the Celestial Spirit Water had such a huge attractiveness for the little divine dragon, then it was sufficient to illustrate that top-of-the-line treasure. Only, she didn’t know if it would be helpful in treating Nangong Liuyun’s pain.

However, his situation couldn’t be worse than what it was right now.

Su Luo took out a very small cup of Celestial Spirit Water from her space. She held it very carefully, then she whispered in a very, very soft voice: “Nangong, wake up.”

“Ah.” Nangong Liuyun hugged her tightly, sleepily letting out a sound of agreement.

Su Luo, once again, very, very carefully pushed him: “Come, drink a little water. Maybe it will make you a little more comfortable.”

Nangong Liuyun, in a state of half asleep and half awake, cutely and obediently opened his mouth.

Su Luo carefully fed him half of the little cup of Celestial Spirit water for him to drink.

Su Luo didn’t dare to give him too much at once. She was afraid something would go wrong.

After drinking all the water, Nangong Liuyun once again went back into deep sleep. Only, he was still hugging Su Luo as before, not letting go.

Su Luo used her sleeves to gently wipe away the water stain at the corner of his mouth a few times. Again, she carefully observed his complexion.

Didn’t know how much time had passed, but his pinched eyebrows finally started to smooth out. Suddenly, his expression didn’t seem to be in that much pain anymore.

Seeing this, Su Luo was very happy. She single-handedly supported her chin and was all smiles as she looked at him.

Outside, the rain came down increasingly heavier.

The thunder rumbled continuously.

In this man’s embrace, Su Luo unconsciously fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep, Su Luo slept very heavily. By the time she woke up, it was already late morning.

Opening her eyes, she calmly looked at the ceiling. Last night’s memories rose like the tide and rushed out.

Nangong’s teasing, Nangong’s fury, Nangong’s pain…One scene after another came thick and fast, stuffing her sober head full almost to the point of bursting.

The last memory was of his smoothed out handsome face.

Su Luo suddenly sat up, when she turned her head to look, the bed already didn’t have that man’s silhouette.