"Stop it!" Gu Qibao pushed him away, her face flushing. "Oh my, Mr. Di, can you stop always pulling this sa stunt, it’s not fresh anymore!"
Every ti it was like this, she was bored of this routine.
Upon hearing her words, Di Mingjue was a bit lost, his heart started to pound. Damn it, his wife actually thought his routine was not fresh, not exciting anymore!
"Darling, shall we try sothing exciting, then?"
Di Mingjue raised his brow leisurely and without a second word, he reached out to unrobe her.
"Stop it." Gu Qibao, cheeks flushed, swatted his hand away. "I’m talking about serious matters here."
"Isn’t this serious?"
Di Mingjue retorted.
"What I ant was not this kind of ’serious matter’." Gu Qibao decisively grabbed his hand, hurriedly saying, "I’m speaking about the competition, the competition."
"Didn’t we already talk about that?" Di Mingjue frowned slightly.
"You’re really going to participate?" Gu Qibao looked at him, overjoyed.
"Depends on your performance." Di Mingjue playfully raised an eyebrow as he pulled his hand away, continuing the action.
"I’m a bit scared." Gu Qibao covered her chest shyly, stuttering, "So you’re saying the honor of the country, the hope of the entire nation is on my shoulders?"
"Exactly." Di Mingjue blinked, lifting her chin, "How does it feel, Mrs Di, to be so aweso?"
"I feel so incredibly aweso!" Gu Qibao swallowed salivated, then said seriously, "Sir, I’m absolutely terrified!"
"There’s nothing to be terrified about." Di Mingjue couldn’t help but roll his eyes, then he leaned in and whispered teasingly, "All you need to do is enjoy it."
Emma!
Gu Qibao’s face turned blazing red. This guy was getting more and more shaless, but she didn’t want to stop him...
For so reason, she just didn’t want to!
"Stop ssing around." Gu Qibao pushed him, speaking honestly, "I can’t."
"Why?" Di Mingjue was puzzled; his brow furrowed at her rejection. He was making such a passionate move and she said she couldn’t.
If he rembered correctly, they hadn’t done it for several days. Last ti she’d said she didn’t want to.
Suddenly, Di Mingjue felt upset. Twice he’d been rejected, how could he be in a good mood?
Gu Qibao blinked in confusion, shaking her head, "I don’t know, I just don’t want to, I’m not in the mood."
Not in the mood!
Those words hit Di Mingjue like a series of blows, he instantly felt devastated!
"What will it take for you to feel in the mood?" Di Mingjue asked seriously, his usually mild face stern.
"I don’t know." Gu Qibao pouted, sowhat puzzled. After thinking for a while, she finally said, "Maybe it’s because I’m not feeling well."
Only then did Di Mingjue rember, isn’t that so, she had just taken so dicine.
Since his wife wasn’t feeling well, naturally he couldn’t insist, but he couldn’t help feeling disappointed.
"Alright then." Eventually, he kissed her forehead, "Shall we sleep?"
"Yes." Gu Qibao nodded, "Let’s sleep."
Di Mingjue rolled off her; Gu Qibao turned over, adjusted her position, and dove into sleep.
While she seed to be sound asleep, Di Mingjue couldn’t sleep at all.
You could say, he wasn’t sleepy in the slightest.
Sothing serious bothered him, he was significantly anxious.
Although Gu Qibao had given a reasonable explanation, attributing it to not feeling well,
he didn’t think it was that simple.
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