Chapter 570: A Little Abuse Is Good for the Soul (9)

With his petty demeanor, how could he still be the arrogant and overbearing Prince Jin in everyone else's eyes?

Just now he was sulking and said he wouldn't eat, but now isn't he guarding his food?

Su Luo couldn't help but laugh: "I know, it's all yours. If you don't finish it, see how I deal with you."

"Then you have to feed me!" Nangong Liuyun placed the porcelain bowl in front of Su Luo and obediently opened his diamond-shaped crimson lips.

I'm truly defeated by him.

Su Luo resignedly picked up the porcelain bowl, and just as she was about to scoop up a mouthful to feed him, she suddenly remembered the slightly wronged expression he wore the last time she fed him when he felt ignored.

Su Luo instinctively tasted the shredded chicken congee on the spoon herself, checked the temperature, and then handed it to Nangong's mouth: "The temperature is just right. Ah, open up."

A smile played on Nangong Liuyun's lips; he was clearly in a very pleasant mood.

This detail from Su Luo showed that she truly took his words to heart.

"Mmm." He took the spoonful into his mouth, eating and smiling simultaneously. His handsome, radiant face shone brightly, yet he smiled like a fool.

"You're satisfied this easily?" Su Luo picked up a piece of meat from the back of the Golden Thread Silver Fish and offered it to him.

"I am in your heart." Nangong Liuyun raised an eyebrow smugly, a smile spreading across his lips. His words were certain, spoken in a declarative tone.

Su Luo instinctively wanted to ask, How do you know? But she felt that saying it would expose her true thoughts, so she pretended indifference and glanced at him.

"Nonsense, you're just guessing randomly. I never said that." Su Luo lowered her eyelids guiltily.

Although Su Luo denied it, Nangong Liuyun wasn't angry this time. He glanced at Su Luo confidently and smugly, pointing at her and gloating, "If you want others not to know, you shouldn't have done it in the first place. Su Luo, you've been exposed."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details." Su Luo smiled broadly, humbly seeking advice. When was she exposed? Exposed about what? How come even she didn't know?

Who knew this fellow Nangong was always fond of putting on airs, and this time was no exception.

He lifted his chin proudly and said, "I won't tell you. If I told you, how would I get to observe your little thoughts next time?"

"Hey, why are you like this? You won't tell me, huh? Then eat it yourself. This maiden's arm is getting tired, so I won't feed you anymore." Su Luo feigned anger and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Then promise me you won't leave tonight. Stay and sleep with me." That fellow Nangong Liuyun was pushing his luck again.

His gaze was as deep as a black pool, staring intently at Su Luo, a trace of anticipation visible on his noble face.

He greatly anticipated a night with Su Luo.

Su Luo: "…" No!

Nangong Liuyun stared at her stubbornly, filled with expectation.

After hesitating for a long while, Su Luo still shook her head: "I can't. I have to go back, or my father will definitely beat me to death."

Nangong Liuyun looked at her without saying a word, his expression calm as water. His eyes, like burnt-out ashes, dimmed instantly.

He stood up, turned around expressionlessly, and walked inside.

He lay on the bed, facing inward, completely ignoring Su Luo.

This was his silent sulking and protest.

Seeing him like this, Su Luo immediately slapped her forehead with one hand. Nangong Liuyun was trying this trick again? Yet, she was genuinely affected by him.

How could she forget? This man was sometimes like an overgrown child—immature, willful, and stubborn.

She also felt annoyed that she had lowered herself to argue with him.

He was already injured like this; if he kept bottling up his anger and frustration, how would his wounds ever heal?