At this mont, he was dressed in white, his eyes deep yet tender, always gazing at her as if she was the most precious treasure in the world.
Under his gaze, Di Jinxuan felt a bit shy, but she couldn’t bear to look away from him.
He was truly an amazing dancer, incredibly so, Di Jinxuan couldn’t fully express the feeling, but she knew his dance foundation was remarkably profound.
Whether it was the dance steps, the rhythm, or that essence of Dance Soul, all were vividly manifested in him, truly worthy of being called a master.
With his lead, even soone who couldn’t dance would feel like an excellent dancer at this mont, able to imrse fully and effortlessly in his steps.
He held her close and spun quickly; she felt as if she was about to fly, yet she wasn’t worried about falling.
Gradually, Di Jinxuan’s eyes reddened with emotion.
It moved her to have such a man in her life to share, with the sa hobbies, the sa aspirations, and more marvelously, both their nas contained the character "Jin."
Isn’t fate truly wonderful?
Nangong Jin spun her around with such passion, and the whole person surged with passion; the Viennese Waltz, under his control, was perford splendidly.
Suddenly, he spun her to a wall and pressed her tightly against it.
Di Jinxuan was still enveloped in the charm of the dance, when he kissed her lips, impatiently, even eagerly.
His lips were a bit cold yet warm and tender, gently nibbling her lips and playfully pecking at the tip of her tongue, as if wanting to rge into one.
Passion spread wildly; Di Jinxuan began to respond to him, cautiously, with a heart fully throbbing.
After a long, long ti, he reluctantly ended this fiery, lingering kiss.
Di Jinxuan went soft in his strong arms.
He gasped slightly, his lips curved in a satisfied smile, his deep peach-blossom eyes brimming imnsely, enchanting to the extre.
"My wife..." he gently caressed her cheek, calling her affectionately.
"Hmm?" Di Jinxuan responded tenderly and ekly.
He looked at her, stared for several seconds, then suddenly, his thin lips parted, "Let’s get married."
"Let’s get married," those five words montarily stunned Di Jinxuan, causing her to widen her eyes in disbelief, or perhaps shock.
Seeing her expression, Nangong Jin’s smile grew wider, even more charming, sparkling waves glittering in his enchanting peach-blossom eyes, vividly expressing, "I know this might seem abrupt. I had thought before of having flowers, a diamond ring, and all these wonderful things when proposing to you, but at this mont, I can’t wait any longer, I’m too eager.
Because I don’t want to be apart from you any longer, I want to be with you, every minute and every second, legitimately together, as husband and wife. Forgive my presumptuous and unceremonious proposal, but I want to ask you, do you love your husband? Do you want to be with your husband, just like your third brother and sister-in-law, eldest brother and sister-in-law, living together, sharing everyday, through seasons, never apart, are you willing?"
Di Jinxuan was completely dumbfounded, never expecting such a sudden proposal.
His words were so beautiful, she had no reason to refuse; in fact, the absence of flowers, the absence of a diamond ring was not necessarily presumptuous or rude. When emotions run deep, so words naturally burst forth, and she believed that.
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