Chapter 270 – Romance in Prince Jin’s Manor (6)

　　His finger was warm and soft as jade, it lightly brushed by like a feather. It was numbing and tingling, making her itch from the soles of her feet to her heart.

　　Nangong Liuyun saw her reaction, and the smile in his eyes became even more concentrated. He lowered his head, with his lips almost touching hers.

　　Su Luo wanted to move back, but discovered to her sorrow that her entire body was bundled in the quilt, unable to move.

　　The hot air that Nangong Liuyun breathed out, landed onto her face, almost as if it was touching her lips. He said in a low voice: “A dead duck’s mouth is hard, here, apart from this king, no one had ever touched it before.”

　　Ultimately, he still lightly pecked at Su Luo’s soft, red lips.

　　Once again, he took advantage of her!

　　Su Luo glowered at him.

　　Nangong Liuyun raised an eyebrow in a philander manner: “Just this, and you are impatient? Now, it is still the prelude, tonight, the night is very long——”While pinching both of Su Luo’s pink tender cheeks, his smile became even wider.

　　Although his tone seemed careless, the idea it conveyed was nakedly dripping with blood.

　　Hearing this, Su Luo only felt her hair stand on ends, with her back going cold.

　　This man with evil taste! He would torment her in this way and had actually told her that this was merely a prelude and nothing more. Nothing more…then what would follow this? Su Luo wished that tonight would be over in a hurry, so change would come with breakfast in the daytime.

　　Just as the saying went, whatever you owe, you must not owe a debt for a favor, because this demanded repayment in flesh.

　　No wonder when the servants in Prince Jin’s Manor saw him, it was as if every one of them had seen a ghost, they were so afraid that they were terrified. They were not only afraid of him, but also of his influence and strength, right? This man, by birth alone, had the capital to make people despair and become panic-stricken.

　　Tonight…What would he do?

　　Instinctively, Su Luo was a little scared. She wanted to turn around and shrink back into her quilt, like a turtle withdrawing back into its shell.

　　However, Nangong Liuyun was a step ahead of her, she also didn’t know how he moved. He merely grabbed the corner of the quilt firmly and casually tugged, then Su Luo’s entire body was like a meatball, automatically rolling into his embrace.

　　Without waiting for Su Luo to turn and leave, Nangong Liuyun had already lowered his body and seized her lips. His breath assaulted her senses like a dense mist around her, teasing her heart.

　　Once Su Luo became aware, she used all her strength to push him away. What she never expected was that this push actually made him reel away.

　　When did Nangong Liuyun become this weak?

　　The sound of thunder erupted outside the window. Pea-sized droplets of rain came down in buckets. The sound of pouring rain echoed violently during this period.

　　Lightning flashed, thunder rolled and the rumbling sounds were never-ending.

　　The lightning that flashed by, in an instant, lit up the room like daytime. It shone upon Nangong Liuyun’s face, and Su Luo saw that his eyebrows and forehead were slightly knotted.

　　Su Luo watched him, thought about it, and her entire body curled back into the embroidered quilt. She withdrew her entire body into the quilt, only leaving her pair of clear, black and large eyes unblinkingly watching Nangong Liuyun.

　　This asshole cared most about his reputation, having been pushed away by her like this, perhaps he would fly into a rage out of humiliation?

　　Yet, outside out Su Luo’s expectations, Nangong Liuyun not only didn’t once again ruthlessly pounce on her, he slowly turned over and instead half-reclined down on the side. He pulled up the quilt to cover himself with both hands behind his back, and lazily cast her a quick glance: “Do you feel that you could escape me tonight?”

　　Su Luo pursed her lips, as if thinking about it while looking at him.

　　Something was wrong.

　　This asshole had always been the action type, actions were more powerful than words. At this moment, he was actually speaking arrogantly. Although actions-wise, he had clearly already given up…What was going on?

　　Su Luo, who examined things down to the smallest details, could make out something doubtful at once. When the lightning flashed by, Su Luo’s gaze was looking at Nangong Liuyun’s complexion. She clearly saw that Nangong Liuyun’s brows were wrinkled ferociously, appearing as if he was suffering a lot of pain.

　　But he hasn’t been injured… Su Luo secretly felt this was strange in her heart.