The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Each and every one of them kept quiet out of fear in front of Nangong Liuyun. They were even afraid to breathe out loud, simply trembling and shivering as if having caught sight of Yama, the king of hell.

Su Luo was somewhat bewildered, although Nangong Liuyun, this person, despised following convention sometimes, and acted like a hooligan other times, why would the servants be scared of him this much?

Su Luo remained perplexed as she continued to ponder this while walking. Very soon, she arrived at his bedroom.

Su Luo noiselessly pushed open the door and looked inside.

Presently, Nangong Liuyun had his hands behind his back and was standing quietly in front of the window that had been pushed open. His pair of black eyes was looking out at the horizon which was sparsely populated with remnant stars.

His gorgeous soft robe was made of golden silk embroidered with pretty and flirtatious flowers of north India. His jet-black, silky, soft hair flowed down, carrying a kind of refined, wild and rashness manner that was the ultimate in attractiveness. His face which was slanted to the side was perfection, like an ancient Greek sculpture of an exquisite god, flirtatious and threatening. Read complete versıon only at novel⁂fire.net

Hearing a noise, he unhurriedly turned his head. A pair of black eyes full of smiles looked at Su Luo.

His smile was as gorgeous and dazzling as the blooming cherry blossoms in March.

At this time, Su Luo only felt her own heart skip a beat, a kind of unprecedented exotic feeling made her chest area closest to her heart become limp and numb. Her pulse started to speed up and was hard to control.