He lay on the bed, clinging to it as if for dear life, and hollered, "Wife, your bed is so comfy!"
Di Jinxuan ignored him, pondering how to efficiently kick him out.
But the guy shalessly writhed on the bed, howling, "Wife, your bed slls so good."
"I’ve decided to sleep at your place every night from now on; I’ve fallen in love with your bed."
"Of course, what I love most is you."
"Wife, co over here. Let’s sleep together."
Di Jinxuan poured a cup of water and walked over, glancing at him sideways. Before she could speak, the guy suddenly chid in with, "Wife, I think we should be honest with each other. Since you’ve seen all of , shouldn’t I also show you all of myself? It’s only fair, right?"
Di Jinxuan’s lips curled in a noncommittal smile, "Mr. Nangong, I appreciate the thought, but there’s no need for reciprocity, you—"
Before she could finish, her eyes widened and she was struck dumb.
Because Nangong Jin shalessly, seductively, and cheekily flung his towel open and threw her a flirty wink, saying, "No need to be shy, wife. Take a good look. ’Throw a peach, and I’ll give you my jade liquid.’ I’m a man who repays kindness."
Di Jinxuan was so shocked she couldn’t speak. When she finally reacted, she scread.
"Nangong Jin, get out!"
Di Jinxuan howled, it was over, completely over—she had seen it, she really had!
Damn.
That thing was so ugly.
Awkward, so awkward!
"Ah, wife, don’t hit ." Nangong Jin quickly caught the pillow Di Jinxuan threw, and although he kept yelling, he wrapped the towel back around himself in a calm and composed manner, raising an eyebrow enticingly, "Wife, have you had your fill of looking?"
Only then did Di Jinxuan realize that she should have turned away, but she hadn’t!
She was actually staring straight at him.
Damn, was she going to get an eye infection?
This was unbelievable; Di Jinxuan almost choked on her frustration, truly, she had never encountered such a shaless man.
Nangong Jin wrapped himself with the towel, utterly unembarrassed, and remarked, "Don’t be shy, wife. We’re going to get married sooner or later. We’ll have to see each other eventually!"
Not just see, but intimately touch—cough cough, what’s there to be shy about?
Di Jinxuan only felt that she was really at her wit’s end. How could she fall for such a man?
She took a mont to silently feel sorry for herself.
Seeing Di Jinxuan’s face flush red, Nangong Jin grinned and said, "Alright, wife, I’m done teasing. Let’s go to sleep."
"I don’t want to sleep with you!" Di Jinxuan, red-faced, glared at him. Knowing she couldn’t send him away, she settled, "Go sleep on the couch."
"Ah?" Nangong Jin’s eyes widened in feigned hurt, "Wife, that’s really rude of you."
She was actually making him roll off to the couch!
"Are you going or not?" Di Jinxuan glanced at him sideways.
"Going, going," Nangong Jin nodded agreeably, "Fine, I’ll stop bothering you. Hubby will go sleep on the couch. You take the bed."
He didn’t actually plan to share the bed with her; sleeping with her would be pure masochism.
Nangong Jin quickly rolled off the bed and onto the couch, behaving exceptionally well as he cheerfully said, "Goodnight, wife."
His long arms and legs sprawled over the couch made it seem ridiculously small.
Di Jinxuan’s couch was pure white with many petal-like folds, essentially a very princess-style couch.
Nangong Jin’s compliant deanor on the couch suited it surprisingly well, looking innocent and pure, just like a capriciously charming and proud demon lord from a manga.
Di Jinxuan watched his affected coquettishness with a headache. Honestly, she really wanted to smack him!
But he gave her that innocent, puppy dog look again. Nangong Jin was good-looking anyway and with that expression, he was unbearably mischievous.
Di Jinxuan rubbed her forehead, turned off the light, and her lips lifted slightly. Actually, isn’t this kind of love just right?
[Mini Theater]
Dang: Jin, do you think your mommy here is beautiful? Giving you such a big treat, are you happy, excited, thrilled?
Nangong Jin: Happy my foot, excited my foot, I can look but not touch, are you playing with ?
Dang: Be low-key, stay calm. You have to be a man of quality and depth, rember, you’re a male god!
Nangong Jin: (roaring) I’m about to be written into a neurotic male god by you, and I’m still a god?
Dang: Eh, well, even if you’re neurotic, you’ve still got lots of fangirls. It’s okay, relax.
Nangong Jin: (weeping) Yang Ningng, you’re finally talking sense.
[Dang’s Inner Monologue] Damn, didn’t you get hit by ? Back to life already? I think I’m a hero, and a handso one at that! (Go on, praise .)
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