“Can you wait until the wound gets a little better before bathing, okay?” Right now, Su Luo seemed to be in the middle of coaxing a child throwing a tantrum. She was gentle and soft but also seemed helpless.
“Not good, want it right now.” This exceedingly obstinate, bratty kid who wouldn’t do what he was told.
Su Luo nearly clenched her teeth, with both hands placed at her hips: “Nangong Liuyun, don’t be so childish okay! You are not a three-year-old child! You should know what to do that’s best for you.”
Nangong Liuyun, with an expression of having been wronged, turned his face away, refusing to acknowledge Su Luo.
That fuming appearance, clearly, he was being petulant.
Su Luo held her forehead.
God ah, who will come to tell her, the respected, powerful, insufferably arrogant His Highness Prince Jin, how could he have become so childish to this unreasonable extent?
Nangong Liuyun’s back was to her, his eyes looked at the vegetation at the corner, not saying a word.
Su Luo stood unmoving at his back, as she somewhat helplessly watched him.
The surroundings were very quiet, so still that you could hear the wind blowing through the leaves.
All of a sudden, Nangong Liuyun tossed aside the embroidered quilt, his lanky body standing up. He got off the bed, turned his head around and just walked out.
Su Luo was immediately anxious, grabbing onto his hand that brushed by to stop him, she was flustered and exasperatedly said: “You still haven’t recovered completely from your injuries, how could you get off the bed? Where do you want to go right now?”
Nangong Liuyun glanced back to look at her, with half of his eyes hooded, unhurriedly said: “To bathe.”