"Don’t worry," Nangong Jin lifted his lips, seemingly unconcerned, "they’ll grow back – even more luxuriant and sexier than before."
Nangong Ran: "..."
He was smug and even playfully blinked, truly appearing not to mind at all, the very picture of generosity and bravado.
In truth, he didn’t actually want to pluck them, but a bet was a bet, and he had no choice but to follow through.
For so reason, seeing him like this made Di Jinxuan’s heart instantly rise to her throat, feeling a bit sad.
He had been playfully tornted by his three older brothers to the point of almost breaking, evoking a certain sympathy.
His nonchalant and indifferent deanor sohow made her feel even more sorry for him.
As she watched him actually about to pluck them, Di Jinxuan panicked and blurted out, "Don’t pluck!"
Her shout startled everyone.
Nangong Jin suddenly froze, slowly turned his face to Di Jinxuan, his languid, peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, like a lazy, noble Persian cat.
That look was enough to stir hearts, causing one’s own to beat wildly and even quicken a few beats.
Everyone was looking at Di Jinxuan, who instantly beca embarrassed, stamring for a long ti without being able to say a word.
It was Nangong Ran who asked, "Xuanxuan, are you feeling sorry for my third brother?"
Di Jinxuan was speechless for a mont, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Feeling sorry?
Perhaps it was embarrassnt, seeing him picked on by everyone, she couldn’t bear to watch.
Nangong Jin was just that kind of person, probably because he was too beautiful, he always seed to invite compassion.
She didn’t know if others felt the sa, but she truly did.
Di Jinxuan hemd and hawed, sowhat uncertain how to face her brothers’ gazes – they seed to be for her sake.
Yet why did she now feel like a traitor?
Nangong Jin withdrew his profound gaze, his lips curved in a roguish smirk, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag, elegant smoke rings curling around his lips.
He chuckled softly with his head down, then lifted his eyes again, looking intensely at Di Jinxuan with a smile still playing on his lips, but his tone had a touch of seriousness, "Whether you feel sorry for or not, I lost. A bet’s a bet, and since Little Xuanxuan doesn’t want to pluck my leg hair, let’s do one-handed push-ups instead."
Having said that, he threw away the cigarette after just one puff and walked towards an open space.
Di Mingchen quickly grabbed him, laughing, "Are you crazy? Do you have a death wish? You’re still hurt, aren’t you afraid the wound will open and you’ll bleed to death?"
"Won’t you call for an ambulance?" Nangong Jin blinked and smiled.
"We will." Di Mingjue nodded, his face a mixture of coldness and panic, "Go ahead, man. If you say you can, you have to do it. If you bleed too much, we’ll get you to the hospital."
Hearing this, Gu Qibao hurriedly tugged at Di Mingjue.
Di Mingjue patted her hand, signaling her not to worry.
Upon hearing Di Mingjue’s words, Nangong Jin also didn’t dawdle, smiled and nodded, "Alright, I want the VIP room, the one with the best treatnt."
Nangong Ran, feeling concerned, stepped forward quickly to hold him back, "Brother, let’s not do it after all. Pluck the leg hair, it’s easier, and we won’t laugh at you."
"Are you silly?" Nangong Jin patted Nangong Ran’s head. "Don’t worry, I won’t die."
After speaking, he lifted his eyes to look at Di Jinxuan and even threw her a captivating, flirtatious wink.
Di Jinxuan was startled and awkwardly looked away.
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