His Highness Prince Jin (5)

Nangong Liuyun pretended that he had been wronged. "If I didn't use these tactics, then how could I get Luo girl to notice this king?"

Su Luo gritted her teeth, itching to skin him alive. "When did you regain consciousness?"

She should have realized it earlier. Why else would Ling Feng have become so talkative all of a sudden, forcing her to stay behind to take care of Nangong Liuyun? If he didn't have Nangong Liuyun's order, how could he dare?

Nangong Liuyun knew he could not fool such a clever girl, so he tried to change the topic. "Extremely smart girls are not cute. Luo girl, help this king take a bath, okay?"

"When have you ever seen this miss being cute?" Su Luo coldly smiled.

Act cute? Help him bathe? Did he want her to take a knife to scrub him with during his bath? It's amazing that he had the gall to say this!

Sure enough, he had already regained consciousness in that ruined manor. He deliberately pretended to be weak to deceive her!

"You are even more cute like this." Immediately after he finished speaking, Nangong Liuyun's abruptly closed his hand. In the next moment, the steps that Su Luo had been standing on disintegrated. She didn't even have time to evade when her entire body suddenly flew backwards. Su Luo fell into the hot spring pool with a loud splashing sound.

By some strange coincidence, both of her legs ended up wrapped around Nangong Liuyun's waist with their eyes facing each other.

With such a posture and such an environment, if others were to enter, how could their imagination not run wild?

"Sharp mouthed and soft hearted girl, look around. Your body doesn't lie. It already threw itself at this king." The corner of Nangong Liuyun's mouth turned up into a demonic and flattering smile that was extremely hateful.

This Nangong Liuyun! Su Luo gritted her teeth. She felt that being together with this man, if there was a day she was not infuriated with him, then that meant she had already died from being mad at him! In short, she would eventually die from being continuously angered by him.

Nangong Liuyun's enchanting face was rosy and shone like gems from being steamed by the water. With a demonically charming smile, he said. "Obedient Luo Luo, what are you mad about? Could it be that what this king said is wrong?"

"Release me." Su Luo clenched her teeth to calm down her emotions and indifferently opened her mouth to speak.

"It was you who threw yourself into my arms and refused to let go." Nangong Liuyun hoisted his chin and said this with a straight face. Instead of releasing Su Luo, his hold on her became even tighter.

Su Luo grabbed a snow-white ice-cold dagger from her space. She pressed the dagger against his ivory white chest, coldly smiled, and said. "Keep your hands to yourself, okay?"

"Then it's okay for this king to use his mouth, right?" Nangong Liuyun blinked his beautiful eyes innocently at her, seeking her approval.

From their first meeting when he had set the betting terms with her of victor would become king and loser had to warm the bed, she knew that Nangong Liuyun's words had a double meaning. He absolutely did not mean he intended to use his mouth to speak.

Su Luo's complexion darkened and she threateningly said. "Don't assume that I wouldn't dare to take action, since this miss can hit you until you spit out blood. I'm not afraid to use this to kill you!"

God knows why, Nangong Liuyun started to smile. His smile was exceedingly enticing to all living things. That smile on the edge of his lips made his entire body even more enchanting. His smile drew people's gazes to him, making them unable to look away.

Nangong Liuyun completely ignored that ice-cold dagger at his chest. He extended his slender white hand to pick up Su Luo's ink black hair that was soaked by the hot water. With a sinister air that had the power to make people tremble, he said. "Adorable Luo girl, this king likes you more and more. What's to be done? From now on, I will never be willing to part with you."

Nangong Liuyun paid no attention to the sharp dagger pressed against his chest. It was as if he was ignoring the fact that with just a little push, the dagger would thrust into his heart, piercing it like paper.

He merely unhurriedly moved his lower body, slowly approaching Su Luo.

Both people met face to face, nose to nose and red lips to red lips.

They were so close, each could feel the air that the other person was breathing out.

An ambiguous atmosphere started to solidify in the air.