The Demonic King Chases His Wife

So, they were in some kind of Concealing Space. Su Luo guessed that the range of the Concealment Space was probably just this bed.

“Sound can’t be hidden,” Nangong Liuyun reminded Su Luo with a smile.

The two people were in very close proximity. Their noses faced each other and they were surrounded by each other’s breath.

“I know…”

Before her words were even fully spoken, Nangong Liuyun had already used hand gestures to show how they could communicate silently.

Su Luo was trembling, but she didn’t let go of Nangong Liuyun’s hand. “That… I haven’t reached the Grandmaster level yet……”

Master had warned her that if she and Nangong Liuyun got too intimate before she reached the Grandmaster level, he would be harmed.

Su Luo noticed that his face was covered in sweat and was about to wipe it for him, but then Nangong Liuyun suddenly pulled Su Luo into his embrace!

“What—”

Su Luo’s face slammed into his chest, nearly causing a nosebleed.

Nangong Liuyun held her head down when she was about to raise it. “Stay still.”

Su Luo could feel the stiffness and tightness in his body, and as she lifted her gaze to the full moon hanging in the night sky, she instantly understood.

“Your… Cold Poison attacked?” Su Luo’s heart ached slightly in sympathy.

Nangong Liuyun did not speak, only letting out a soft hum.

Su Luo wanted to pull away, but Nangong Liuyun simply refused to let her leave, confining her firmly within his embrace.

Su Luo could feel the slight trembles coming from Nangong Liuyun’s body.

His hand was tightly clenched into a fist, the blue veins bulging as if they would burst at any moment.

To what degree of pain would it take for such a stoic person to shake so uncontrollably?

Su Luo’s heart ached so hard her tears were about to fall.

Suddenly, Su Luo felt his body temperature start to drop rapidly!

His skin was as cold as ice, as if he was in an ice cellar.

There was even a slight chill coming from him.

Nangong Liuyun, afraid of hurting Su Luo, released her and pushed her away from him.

But how could Su Luo care only about herself?

She sprung forward, hugged Nangong Liuyun’s waist tightly, and clung to him relentlessly like a koala to a tree.

Nangong Liuyun was amused and laughed half-heartedly, poking Su Luo’s head, “It’s rare for my Luo girl to also throw herself into my arms. This is truly a memorable occasion.”