Di Jinxuan’s old face turned red again, damn, how was she small!
She was almost twenty, not a bit young, okay!
Besides, Nangong Jin had beco a top Grandmaster at the ages of fifteen or sixteen, revered as a sanctuary, whereas she was already this age and still didn’t have her own definition of dance.
In comparison, she suddenly felt really diocre.
Although she didn’t say it out loud, her little face showed a few shades of unhappiness.
Nangong Jin smiled and spoke nonchalantly, "Don’t be disappointed. Talent isn’t sothing everyone has."
Hearing this, Di Jinxuan instantly felt like she was slapped by a dog, and couldn’t help feeling incredulous. Darn you, was that supposed to comfort or insult !
Di Jinxuan couldn’t help turning to give Nangong Jin a mournful stare and coughed lightly, "Speak human."
"Hahaha." Nangong Jin laughed heartily, his cheerful laughter tinged with a touch of magnificent sexiness. After laughing twice, he also coughed lightly, "I’m just teasing you. Actually, everyone has talent. It’s just a matter of whether it can be developed or not. You can relax, Gege will definitely lead you to find yourself, and you will surely experience the feel of Dance Soul. Trust ."
As he spoke, he looked at Di Jinxuan, his eyes bright and spirited, and filled with enigmatic confidence that was inexplicably inspiring.
Di Jinxuan also happened to look at him and was shocked by his gaze, suddenly feeling as if she had been encouraged.
It was as if she inexplicably had imnse faith in him. Dance Soul, the term sounded really aweso.
His eyes seed to carry a magical, enticing power, making her believe that one day she, too, would stand at the pinnacle of dance, performing the dance of the soul that would make everyone watching her blood boil and strike a chord.
It was as if this was an infinite yearning.
Di Jinxuan’s eyes brightened instantly, and she blurted out, "Really?"
"Really," Nangong Jin assured, placing his hand gently on her shoulder, "I promise you. If it doesn’t work out, you can hit , even in the face."
"Pfft..." Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and her mood seed to brighten a lot. She nodded, pursed her lips slightly, and said very seriously, "Yeah, I believe you."
Believe you, Nangong Jin paused, his old face turned red, and he felt incredulous. To be honest, you can really trust in dance, but don’t trust too much in other areas, cough.
With a thought flashing by, he imdiately lifted a knowing smile and said with his thin lips slightly parted, "I will be worthy of your trust."
Aside from dance, there were other areas, like every aspect of , including that particular aspect, cough cough!
Di Jinxuan’s smile grew sweeter, oblivious to Nangong Jin’s ssy thoughts. She only wished that if Nangong Jin could be a bit more serious, not grope her, not try to take advantage of her, then that would be even better.
If he weren’t like that, he would actually make a nice ntor and beneficial friend.
But now he was always teasing her without limits, making her a bit scared, as if afraid of falling into his clutches.
She felt a bit conflicted now.
On one hand, she wanted to learn dancing, but on the other, she was averse to Nangong Jin always groping her, so she was really in a dilemma.
Thinking this, Di Jinxuan couldn’t help saying, "Big brother Jin, can you communicate properly with from now on, without being handsy?"
Nangong Jin raised an eyebrow in surprise, but imdiately was sure of his negative response; how else could he chase after a wife without being handsy?
"No," Nangong Jin reflexively declined.
"Why not?" Di Jinxuan pouted unhappily.
With a lazy blink, Nangong Jin replied, "Because you are my future wife. I’m just exercising my rights ahead of ti."
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