“Situation?” Su Luo frowned, remaining silent.

"Hmm, put yourself in his shoes. Suppose you were that kid from the Liu family, hmm, then what would you do?" Nangong Liuyun's hot breath sprayed against Su Luo's sensitive ear, making her feel ticklish from the soles of her feet up.

Su Luo pushed his handsome face far away and lowered her head to ponder.

If she were Liu Chengfeng, having invested such a huge amount of capital into the search, she would certainly not give up easily. Since she clearly knew the other party had followed into Prince Jins Residence, then…

Su Luo suddenly looked up, but unexpectedly, Nangong Liuyun was leaning in close to her.

With a bang.

Su Luo's forehead collided with Nangong Liuyun's nose, making his eyes turn slightly red from the soreness.

Su Luo felt apologetic in her heart and embarrassedly helped rub his nose: "Are you… are you okay? Is it serious?"

It was rare to see Nangong suffer a setback in front of her. While Su Luo wore an expression of unease on her face, she was already overjoyed on the inside.

"It is serious, very serious! Severe, very severe!" Nangong covered his nose, glanced at her, his expression sorrowful.

Upon hearing this, Su Luo gave a cold smile. She hadn't expected that Your Highness, the Prince Jin, would act like a child and pout; it was quite amusing.

She rarely coaxed him in such a gentle tone: "Then what should we do? You tell me?"

"Help me blow on it." Nangong Liuyun frowned, pointing at his red and swollen nose.

She had clearly seen that it wasn't this red just a moment ago. Pretending, pretending, keep pretending. Su Luo glanced at him with utter disdain and said, "Is Your Highness, the Prince Jin, still a child? You believe in this sort of thing? Blowing on it will make it better?"

How childish, just like a little kid; he wasn't even afraid of being laughed at.

Sure enough, the circle of servants all lowered their heads and cast their eyes down, their faces flushed red from holding back.

Your Highness, the Prince Jin, swept them with a cold gaze, and instantly, it was as if frost had fallen in the height of summer. Their expressions froze, and each of them stared at their noses, focusing their minds, stiff and not daring to move, not even daring to breathe.

Hegemony! Power politics! Su Luo grumbled inwardly, feeling the deepest sympathy for the servants around him. Serving a prince as capricious and moody as Satan—they must have it so hard, right?

Who would have thought that when Nangong Liuyun turned his head back to her, his face was twisted, looking pitiful, and he glared at her accusingly: "It hurts! It really, really hurts!"

So childish! Su Luo gritted her back teeth, really wanting to shake off this King of Hell who was acting cute, but once she met those watery, misty eyes… she was instantly defeated.

"Fine! I'll help you blow on it, I'll help you blow on it!" Su Luo glanced at him disdainfully, pulled his hand away, leaned down, took a deep breath, and blew.

After perfunctorily blowing twice, Su Luo pushed him away, stood up decisively, and said: "Is that enough now?"

"You are too irresponsible." Nangong Liuyun covered his nose with an accusatory expression, and while saying this, he was as childish as a child.

"How am I irresponsible?" Su Luo expressed her confusion.

Nangong Liuyun suddenly sat up, looking at Su Luo: "Shouldn't it be holding the other person's face, whispering words of comfort, and then gently blowing on it?"

A Nangong like this really made one want to cry but have no tears. Su Luo snapped: "You have so many demands!"

Nangong Liuyun looked innocent, half-reclining on the rosewood chair, looked at Su Luo, and said slowly: "I won't ask for anything else from you, but surely you could blow a few more times? You haven't even done this most basic thing."

When he said this, there was actually a hint of grievance.