She had never seen such a shaless man before; he used to care about his face, so why was he so shaless now?
Calling her his wife without any embarrassnt and shalessly feigning drunkenness to steal kisses—I’m also speechless.
The kisses were given, damn it, and he still didn’t dare to admit it, pretending he knew nothing. That really was bizarre.
If she hadn’t discovered that he was feigning drunkenness, would this guy never have admitted it?
Just like that, secretly taking advantage and pretending he had never kissed her?
That’s just horrible!
...
The days to the national gas were drawing closer, and Di Jinxuan was selected for the cheerleading team, even serving as captain—a distinct honor.
Di Mingjue and Di Xiaxia’s training had also intensified, and everyone was both anticipating and getting nervous.
Nangong Jin kept his promise, visiting Di Yan to play chess every now and then, which Di Yan enjoyed.
Di Jinxuan was busy with training and barely had any free ti, but Nangong Jin did visit her during her practice sessions.
Nangong Jin’s appearance indeed caused quite a stir; cheerleaders and teachers crowded around him.
Especially the teacher, who, excited and respectful, said, "Jin Palace, you actually coming here is such a surprise. Is there sothing you need?"
Seeing the teacher, who was over forty, addressing Nangong Jin with such formality, Di Jinxuan was stunned.
Nangong Jin smiled, his lips radiantly blossoming and his peach blossom eyes drifting through the crowd, finally settling on Di Jinxuan.
Without hesitation, he pointed and laughed, "I ca to find my wife."
This statent shocked everyone; wife, who is his wife?
Everyone’s gaze followed his, landing on Di Jinxuan.
In a mont, they realized, oh my gosh, so Di Jinxuan was dating Nangong Jin.
The teacher was thrilled, "So that’s how it is, then you, then you..."
He stuttered for a long while without being able to say anything substantial.
Nangong Jin patted him and said with a smile brimming with good nature, "Don’t be nervous, just go about your business."
With that, he walked over to Di Jinxuan, passing through the crowd under their envious and surprised gaze.
Still smiling as charming as a spring breeze, he asked, "Are you tired, wife?"
Di Jinxuan blushed, genuinely surprised by Nangong Jin’s sudden visit.
Their training was sowhat semi-private; outsiders couldn’t just co in, but it wasn’t surprising at all that Nangong Jin could.
Probably, all of these people would obediently make way at the ntion of his na, respectfully and excitedly ushering him inside.
She looked at him, his always radiant smiling face, remarkably stunning.
"Why aren’t you speaking?" Nangong Jin smiled and reached out, naturally tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear.
He looked gentle, affectionate, and handso, his natural charm filled with an alluring magic power.
"Why did you co?" Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but ask.
"Just ca to see you," Nangong Jin said naturally, effortlessly pulling her into his arms and walking towards a resting area.
The two sat down, and Di Jinxuan realized everyone was still standing, their eyes fixed on them.
The gazes were too much, making Di Jinxuan sowhat embarrassed, but Nangong Jin was so at ease.
His long fingertips climbed up her shoulder, and he softly said, "Are you tired? Let your husband give you a massage."
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