"Scram." Di Jinxuan rolled her eyes, yet the corners of her lips couldn’t help but curl up.
Sigh, Nangong Jin just has this way about him, what can you do with him?
Di Jinxuan curses at him, and he doesn’t get angry. Instead, he grins and says, "Co on, wifey, don’t be shy. If you really want it, I’ll give it to you, here, let take my clothes off first. Don’t dawdle or feel embarrassed, we’re all familiar here, bring out so guts and temper! Let’s just do it, we’re all adults, be forthright, no need for shyness."
"Get lost with your ’taking it off’." Listening to his increasingly nonsensical talk, Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but finally burst out with a swear word.
Nangong Jin burst out laughing, his laughter was hearty and pleasant to the ear, it sounded very comforting.
He patted her head seriously and said, "I won’t let my sister undress, but I will."
As he spoke, he really started to unbutton his shirt, and Di Jinxuan blushed and imdiately objected, "Don’t ss around."
Nangong Jin couldn’t help but laugh, "I’m just loosening a button, don’t be so nervous."
Di Jinxuan let out a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but glare fiercely at him; this guy really never had a serious mont.
Nangong Jin suddenly held her face, and asked seriously, "Wifey, are you happy now?"
Was he teasing her to make her happy?
Di Jinxuan was startled for a mont, then averted her gaze, "I’m not unhappy."
"Yeah right," Nangong Jin let her go, leisurely crossed his legs louchely, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt while he looked down at his collar and said earnestly, "It’s all written on your face yet you pretend, tell , what’s really going on?"
Di Jinxuan didn’t expect him to be so forthright. She had always thought he was just an extrely frivolous and cheeky old man.
She didn’t know why, when he suddenly asked her this, with such an expression and gesture, her heart unexpectedly ached fiercely.
For so reason, it really hurt.
Should she really tell? Should she really ask?
Instead, Di Jinxuan fell silent.
Seeing this made Nangong Jin even more aware that sothing was off. He suddenly leaned in close to her, looked earnestly at her little face, and with blinking eyes, he asked, "Wifey, do you really want to do it with ? Are you unhappy because we didn’t do it the other day?"
Di Jinxuan, who had been silent, imdiately gaped in astonishnt. My goodness, he actually thought that was the reason?
Emma, this misunderstanding had really blown up.
Before she could blurt out a "No, it’s not," she saw him swiftly starting to unbutton his shirt, while saying, "Wait a minute, hubby will get undressed and wash up, then we can ’bam bam bam’."
Di Jinxuan nearly spewed out a mouthful of old blood; his expression was filled with a sense of righteousness as if he was the embodint of nobility.
Di Jinxuan quickly grabbed his hand that was unbuttoning his shirt, "Stop ssing around, it’s not for that reason."
"Then what’s the reason?" Nangong Jin took her hand and held it in his, his peachy eyes were incredibly earnest, and he looked sowhat aggrieved, "Wifey, you’ve been quite cold to these days, what did I not do right?"
Di Jinxuan lowered her gaze, looking at his clean, slender hands, wondering how to ask.
Seeing her in this state, with her drooping eyelashes casting shadows over her eyelids, she looked inexplicably sad and aggrieved.
For so reason, Nangong Jin’s heart suddenly hurt, as if sothing had tugged at it, and it was painful.
"Don’t be like this, wifey." As Nangong Jin spoke, he hugged her tightly, his voice growing low and husky, and he asked in her ear, "Can you tell what’s really going on?"
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