Gu Qibao was deeply moved. Who was to say Di Mingjue couldn’t be a man of tender affections? Only that his tenderness was deeply concealed, and his tenderness was unlike anyone else’s.
Gu Qibao blearily opened her already blurry eyes to look at the man before her.
At this mont his eyes were as deeply inclusive as the sea. The chilly look was nowhere to be found, replaced instead with a profound affection. He looked profoundly handso and extrely seductive.
Thinking about how this man had evolved from his initial brusque, harsh, cold, and manic behavior, her heart felt completely overtaken.
Under his fervent gaze, Gu Qibao’s face nearly caught fire and she embarrassingly acted sowhat shy in front of him for the first ti.
This appearance, like a young girl’s, impressed itself in Di Mingjue’s eyes, stirring the most outrageous madness within him.
However, unlike his usual aggressive approach, he patiently restrained himself, waiting.
Waiting for her response.
His slender fingers toyed with her hand, carefully observing it as though caressing so rare and precious treasure.
Gu Qibao’s breath was uneven, her face flushed, her lips tightly pursed. She murmured, "But, I can’t..."
"I know," he said, sealing her lips with a kiss, naturally understanding her aning.
In truth, he rely wanted to spend so intimate monts with her.
She was his treasure, exclusive to him. No one else was allowed to touch, no one else had the right. Just thinking about it made him reluctant to let her go.
He wanted to keep her in his pocket like a cherished possession, and at the sa ti desired to kiss her anyti and spend more loving monts with her.
He kissed her with his signature authoritative style, capturing all the beautiful monts with her.
His heart was thrilled. He picked her up, stride towards the rest room, slamd the door closed, and impatiently laid her on the soft and spacious bed.
Gu Qibao was shy, her heart pounding uncontrollably. Despite their previous encounters, this felt like their first real ti.
She shyly looked at the man, her cute face slightly raised as she softly said, "My love."
Her deanor was adorable, her voice soft and sweet, hitting Di Mingjue right in the feels.
This address was to him like a match thrown into a barrel of gasoline, almost causing him to explode.
"Mmm, good girl, I’m here," he responded, kissing her with unprecedented tenderness.
His strong, slender fingers gripped hers, hands entwined, leaving no room in between.
His lips had a unique allure, his dashing masculine scent made Gu Qibao delirious. This was her man, her fearless husband.
Gu Qibao blushed, reflecting on their past felt sowhat unbelievable.
They say love changes a person, and it’s an unconscious change.
Because you love her, you find yourself constantly putting yourself in her shoes without even realizing it.
Is that how Di Mingjue is now?
Has love changed him?
It should be, otherwise, she couldn’t find any other reason to explain why he’s so different towards her than before.
So, she didn’t make the wrong choice, right?
Thinking back to their wedding day, thankfully she chose a heaven and hell scenario. Otherwise, would there be such sweetness now?
Once again, she almost missed him, he who seed not so good but turned out to be very good.
Fortunately, in the end, she didn’t miss him.
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