"Oh." Di Xiaxia nodded, then hurried to ask, "Isn’t it said on TV that when a king wants a minister to die, the minister has no choice but to die?"
"That’s on TV." Di Mingzhe answered lightly.
Seed to make sense, so Di Xiaxia nodded again and continued to ask, "Then what happened later, keep going."
"Hmm." Di Mingzhe elegantly lifted his lips, reaching out his large palm, pressed her head into his shoulder, and continued in that sa elegant manner, "It looks like your neck is aching from twisting. Is this better?"
That’s when it struck Di Xiaxia how close the two of them really were!
She was practically in his arms!
And now he’s even letting her lean on his shoulder where it’s just the right size for one head.
Not too big or small, not too hard or soft, it felt just right!
After saying these, Di Mingzhe continued his story.
The initially bewildered Di Xiaxia was swept back into the book by him, to the point where she was COMPLETELY oblivious of their current posture.
With one inquiring and one answering, one excited, curious, and one coolly asserting control, the two of them eventually reached a state of pleasure in their conversation.
As always, Di Xiaxia added her lively comntary, and Di Mingzhe only lightly chuckled in response, occasionally adding a few words.
In the end, the deeper their chat went, the more Di Xiaxia aroused her spirit. If she could comprehend classical Chinese, she would not have waited for Di Mingzhe’s endless talk and just read it herself.
However, just as he was talking, Di Mingzhe suddenly stopped. Di Xiaxia waited for several seconds without hearing him respond, so she asked again, and grumbled, "Bro, stop being mysterious, what happened next?"
Even after she finished, Di Mingzhe did NOT respond.
Suddenly, she felt a slight sensation on her face, and then Di Mingzhe’s hand, which was holding the book, slowly sagged down.
Di Xiaxia was startled and then realized that Di Mingzhe might have fallen asleep!
Lord!
Di Xiaxia couldn’t help but groan, what’s the "highest level" of having a conversation? You’ve talked soone to sleep!
Though she groaned internally, they did in fact quiet down at that mont.
Once it was silent, she could almost feel Di Mingzhe’s steady and robust breathing. Di Xiaxia slightly knit her brows.
Only then did her chaotic thoughts start to co to the surface little by little.
From last night until now, she didn’t know what to say, but there’s one thing she could not deny.
That is, she didn’t dislike her big brother.
She never thought about running away.
Maybe life like this is quite good.
Having a man who loved you to death, who held you high in his hands and was extrely careful, doing everything in his power, giving you everything, just to make you happy.
If life could be taken care of by such a person, wouldn’t it be a happy, perfect life?
So she truly did not hate her big brother.
At least, she didn’t hate or resist the idea of living quietly with him like this.
But did she like him?
It doesn’t seem so!
How could it be possible to start liking soone in such a short ti, right. Sure it’s not.
Perhaps she was just not repulsed.
If she really did not repel him, then she might as well give it more ti.
Life is long, there are countless years to co, passionate romance and a tranquil life rely different approaches.
Or maybe she realizes that she can’t escape at this mont.
While big brother is perfect in every way to her, he also has a dominant personality, which is troubling.
In short, she wouldn’t be able to reject him and must accept him.
Although she was not content with this in her heart, she lacked the courage to voice it out.
She was waiting, for her wounds to heal, for the holidays to end, perhaps then, she could make new plans.
PS: Recently I’ve had sothing urgent at ho, so the updates may be unstable. Sorry for the inconvenience. Also, this is the first ti I’m asking for monthly tickets. Hope those with monthly tickets could vote for .
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