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Chapter 562: Little Abuse and Pleasure 1
Beichen Ying gave Su Luo one last look before turning and leaving.
Su Luo's hand rested on the door, hesitating several times, unable to make up her mind.
A faint, impatient voice came from inside: "Take it out!"
Then came the sound of porcelain shattering on the floor.
Then, the door opened, and a maid came out with the shattered porcelain pieces she had cleaned up, her eyes red-rimmed, and her fingertips covered in beads of blood.
As the door opened, Su Luo smelled an unpleasant scent of alcohol.
Through the open door, Su Luo walked towards him step by step.
At this moment, Nangong Liuyun lay on the bed, facing inwards, only his firm back visible.
He didn't look good at all at this moment.
He was only wearing a white inner garment, his body covered in various injuries, gauze wrapped haphazardly, as if not carefully tended to.
"I said I'm not eating, get out!" Nangong's voice was very impatient, and a pillow was thrown directly at Su Luo.
Although it was just a pillow, how astonishing was the power of an eighth-rank expert?
Su Luo's body shifted slightly to the side, subconsciously using her Spirit Dance Steps, thus escaping a disaster.
If it had been an ordinary maid, there would already be a corpse on the ground.
Nangong Liuyun did not turn around, still facing inwards, lying with his back to Su Luo.
Su Luo stood rooted to the spot, motionless, her gaze fixed on his back.
Thinking of how this man had caused such a commotion because of her unintentional remark, destroying the entire Dragon Tiger Gate, which even the imperial court feared, into dust overnight, with blood flowing like a river.
Thinking like this, her gaze became subtle and complex.
After a long time, perhaps feeling that the person behind him hadn't moved, Nangong Liuyun turned around impatiently: "Why aren't you dead yet—"
The word "dead" froze on his perfect, angular lips.
His brows furrowed tightly, he glared at Su Luo unhappily, giving her a fierce look: "Who allowed you to come?"
Su Luo pretended not to hear the displeasure in his words, walked over step by step, finally stopping in front of him, staring at him without blinking, but saying nothing.
Nangong Liuyun's expression was unfriendly, and he snorted several times: "Who do you think you are? Is Prince Jin's Mansion somewhere you can just come whenever you want?"
His tone was icy, cold as frost, making one feel utterly humiliated upon hearing it, wanting nothing more than to cry and hide their face before leaving.
But Su Luo could tell that although he looked fierce, his eyes were not cold.
There was still the lingering smell of strong alcohol on him, faintly mixed with a hint of blood, making one vaguely imagine his brutality from last night.
Thinking that he had actually vented his anger in that way, Su Luo's heart felt a slight pang, and she subconsciously turned her face away.
Looking at Su Luo standing in front of him but saying nothing, Nangong Liuyun's tone became increasingly disdainful: "Standing there like a block of wood, can't even apologize?"
Su Luo's star-like eyes, as dark as ink, just quietly looked at him, silent and not speaking.
The sunlight hit his face, adding a bit of vitality to the cold, hard lines of his profile.
His original handsomeness, like that of a deity, became even more vivid due to his anger, making it almost impossible to look away.
For a moment, both of them were silent, looking at each other.
The world seemed to stand still at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Nangong Liuyun suddenly stood up, limped over, and pulled open the door: "What are you doing here? Hurry up and leave, I don't want to see you right now."
Nangong Liuyun's brows were tightly furrowed, his expression unfriendly, and his demeanor seemed even more impatient.
Seeing Su Luo still standing motionless, Nangong Liuyun became even more impatient.
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