Nangong Ran also said, "Although I don’t have a husband, I’m going to get my beauty sleep. Just thinking about how my third brother might successfully sneak in through the window tonight makes so happy, muah, good night."
"I’m going to sleep too," Di Xiaxia replied. "I still have to pretend I’m feeling unwell. Damn, I’ve never been sick before, and it feels so hard to pretend."
Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but laugh, responding, "Fourth Sister, do you know what your biggest flaw is? It’s that you’re too straightforward!"
Di Xiaxia sent a picture of a dog with squinting eyes, replying, "Can’t help it, I’m just that cool. Alright then, I’m off to sleep too, won’t disturb your all-night heart-to-heart, good night, muah, Xuanxuan, I love you."
"I love you too, Fourth Sister, good night, muah." Di Jinxuan typed her final ssage and then turned off her phone.
In reality, everyone chooses their own path. If she chooses Nangong Jin, then that is her path.
Whether it’s sour, sweet, bitter or spicy—a mix of all flavors—she alone tastes them. Whether it’s Nangong Ran, Gu Qibao, or Di Xiaxia, they can’t represent her.
They found good n, cherished like princesses, smooth-sailing happiness; that’s them, not her.
So even if love is wonderful, it remains a personal journey, personal experiences, personal n to train, personal happiness and family to manage.
The best relationships in the world cannot substitute for one’s entire life.
Lost in thought, Nangong Jin then ca out of the bathroom, having changed into a clean robe.
Clean robes were provided in the bathrooms on the cruise.
Wrapped in a pure white robe, he was handso and graceful. The robe loosely tied at the waist, his slightly honey-tinted chest partially exposed, exuded a dark, srizing charm.
Holding a towel, he was drying his hair. Wet strands of hair, dotted with water droplets, trailed from his temples down to his solid chest.
His peach blossom eyes deep and dreamy, like the night sky filled with stars, just one glance could deeply intoxicate.
Di Jinxuan quietly moved to the side, patted the bed with a particularly calm voice, "Co on up."
Nangong Jin was stunned, his towel-drying motions involuntarily pausing, as his charming peach blossom eyes slowly lifted, looking at her with so surprise.
Damn, his wife is actually this easy-going!
She was actually inviting him to bed.
Emma, is he dreaming?
Why did he suddenly feel a bit nervous?
Besides, Di Jinxuan’s deanor really seed queen-like, where was the timid, naïve little white rabbit?
Nangong Jin’s heart started pounding fiercely; this feeling, this feeling was just unbelievable!
Where did his little white rabbit go, transforming into a queen in an instant?
What was she trying to do?
Jump him?
Emma, why did he suddenly really like this side of her, really wanting to get high with her, ahem.
Actually, he understood Di Jinxuan quite well. Despite her usual naïve and harmless appearance,
She was famously sharp-tongued in their circle.
Often, just one sentence from her could be lethal, so one should never be deceived by her appearance.
This girl probably had a loli’s appearance but a queen’s heart.
After all, her three brothers were all very domineering. Being siblings, how could she not share so similarities?
But why did the thought of conquering this queenly heart feel even more thrilling?
Anyway, this sudden onset of happiness really felt so comfortable, so joyful, and oddly enough, it even had a hint of sweetness—what was that about?
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