Nangong Liuyun approached Su Luo, and the distance between the two people became closer.
Su Luo looked up and saw Nangong Liuyun standing nearby.
His skin is really good, snow-white and delicate, without a single pore or blemish, and as shiny as white jade.
His pair of dark eyes glowed faintly like obsidian, half-closed, staring at her deeply.
Su Luo snorted coldly: "Anyway, I will never ask you for help even if I die!"
Nangong Ershao had a faint smile in his eyes and sighed: "Then please accept my help, little princess?"
Su Luo glared at him and sneered, "Second Young Master Nangong, you also have such a playful side? It's rare."
Facing the arrogant Su Luo, Nangong Second Young Master lost his temper. He sighed and looked at Su Luo intently: "Have you calmed down?"
Su Luo proudly raised her slender, white neck and shook her head firmly: "No."
Nangong Second Young Master's slender white hands rubbed his brows elegantly yet somewhat distressedly: "What should I do then?"
Su Luo sneered: "Go away! I won't go back with you!"
After saying this, Su Luo felt dizzy.
Her mental strength was severely depleted and she had only recovered a little bit so far. The conversation just now had consumed all the mental strength she had gathered with great difficulty.
After all, confronting Nangong Liuyun is a very mentally draining thing.
Su Luo was dizzy and her steps were unsteady. How could Nangong Liuyun, who had been staring at her, not know this?
A trace of heartache flashed across his face, and his movements were as fast as lightning. As soon as Su Luo staggered, he hugged her firmly. Their noses bumped, their eyes met, and they were very close.
Nangong Liuyun's three thousand black hair fluttered gracefully, and the brocade robe she wore fluttered in the air, making her look noble and elegant.
Su Luo's skin is as delicate as fine porcelain, with fair skin and beautiful figure.
Above the sky are pale pink cherry blossoms, fluttering down.
He held her in his arms, their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The picture at this moment is like a fragrant and elegant ink painting, lingering, magnificent and beautiful beyond words.
Su Luo was also immersed in this state of mind and was distracted for a moment, but she quickly came to her senses. She immediately pushed Nangong Liuyun hard and said, "Get away! Don't touch me!"
Looking at the cherry blossoms in front of her, Su Luo's mind was filled with the dazzling purple roses.
Purple roses appeared in Su Luo's living and spiritual worlds like a nightmare, shrouding her world in a terrifying haze.
Nangong Liuyun saw her teetering, his face paler, a flash of pity in his beautiful eyes, and he held Su Luo's hand tightly, not letting go. He had a stern face and said in a cold voice, "Don't mess around."
"I'm not messing around."
"Don't you want Galan Yousuo anymore?" Nangong Liuyun's eyes were cold and shallow, and his voice was harsh and intimidating.
Su Luo looked at him suspiciously: "How do you know about Galan Yousuo?"
Nangong Liuyun looked at him calmly: "Do you think there is something you can hide from me?"
Su Luo: "Send someone to check on me!"
Nangong Liuyun's eyes were sharp and deep, and he exuded a domineering attitude: "Do you think I would let you go out with another man without checking anything?"
Su Luo was so angry at this overbearing attitude that she almost fell backwards. She couldn't help but sneer, "Second Young Master Nangong, we have no relationship anymore. What qualifications do you have to show your possessiveness so confidently? Don't you think this is ridiculous?"
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