But for so reason, he was still afraid, afraid of her violent rebellion, disgust, and hatred when her rationality returned.
No matter how addicted she was at the mont, completely without resistance, this kiss would eventually co to an end, this intimacy would eventually stop.
Once she sobered up, she would be really angry, very angry.
What should he do?
So, while kissing her, Nangong Jin retreated from her mouth, then gently kissed her lips, sliding from her lips to the corners, then to her cheek, and finally tilting his head to rest on her neck, tilting his face slightly.
Not wanting to face confrontation head-on, he might as well continue pretending to be drunk to the very end!
Feeling all his movents, Di Jinxuan blinked in confusion, suddenly snapping out of the magic power he had cast on her.
Shit, she had given up several tis or, to put it another way, forgotten to resist.
She was actually addicted, kissed by him into a state of half-consciousness, as if she were intoxicated and out of her mind.
Turning around, she wanted to throw a punch at him, but...
Before her fist could reach his face, Di Jinxuan froze, blinked once, twice, then again.
Was this so kind of mistake?
Don’t tell her this guy had fallen asleep!
Nangong Jin lay with his eyes closed, looking every bit like he had dozed off after getting drunk.
In an instant, Di Jinxuan was flabbergasted, staring with her clear black-and-white eyes in a mix of embarrassnt and bewildernt. No way!
So tell her this guy was really drunk, and everything just now was unconscious?
Can soone really fall asleep while kissing?
That doesn’t seem quite scientific, does it? In novels and TV shows, don’t they say the more you kiss, the more excited you get?
How co when it’s her turn, suddenly he falls asleep during the kiss?
How is she supposed to deal with this plot twist?
Suddenly feeling very tragic, not knowing whether to hit or scold, to laugh or cry, she felt surrounded by nothing but embarrassnt.
Di Jinxuan held her forehead with one hand, breaking into a cold sweat, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at the revelation that he was indeed drunk, with no second possibility.
Di Jinxuan looked at his remarkably handso face for a while, thought about it, and decided it was better to go ho—it was pointless to argue with a drunk.
She had barely taken two steps away from the bed when suddenly she felt sothing was off.
Approaching him again, she moved close to Nangong Jin’s face and began patting it forcefully, "Hey, wake up, wake up? Are you really drunk?"
At first, Nangong Jin played dead, but Di Jinxuan was persistent. She kept slapping his face and pinching his nose, all the while saying, "Nangong Jin, wake up. Are you drunk, or what? Don’t scare , wake up quickly."
Hearing such words, Nangong Jin could no longer pretend to be dead, so he feigned waking up groggily as if rousing from a deep sleep.
Squinting his eyes, he said in a very murky voice, "Hmm, wife, what’s wrong?"
"Are you drunk?" Di Jinxuan asked seriously, her little face full of concern.
Nangong Jin looked bewildered with utter confusion, propped himself up, and blinked around, saying hazily, "Oh, we’re ho, huh."
Di Jinxuan glanced at him sidelong and asked again, "Are you really drunk?"
"I am a bit muddled." Nangong Jin rubbed his eyes. "Hmm, wife, what happened? Did you bring into the room? Then don’t leave, let’s sleep together."
As he said this, he reached out to embrace Di Jinxuan, who quickly dodged and asked again, "You don’t know what happened just now?"
Nangong Jin blinked, an innocent charm matched with his stunningly beautiful face, almost cutely enough to draw blood.
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