Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1086: Never Mind, Let’s Not Talk About It

"Don’t..." Before Di Jinxuan could finish her words of protest, he had already started kneading her shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.

Muscle relaxation after exercise is the most comfortable, and dancing is a form of exercise.

And after dance, massaging to relax muscles, especially when a muscle turns into a hard lump, requires professional technique.

What Nangong Jin was using was exactly that set of professional techniques, which inevitably made one feel very comfortable. Moreover, this professional technique not only prevented muscles from stiffening but also helped sculpt the lines.

After intense dance exercises, everyone would usually massage themselves, and for the parts that they couldn’t reach, they would ask a teammate for help.

A comfortable sensation arose from the sore and swollen muscles in her neck and shoulders.

But more than comfort, Di Jinxuan was astonished that he was massaging her in front of all the cheerleaders?

Not only was Di Jinxuan surprised, but the others were also so amazed that their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

However, after the initial shock, they came to a realization. The Jin Palace had already declared Di Jinxuan to be his wife, so what’s the problem with helping his wife massage her shoulders?

The coach cleared his throat twice, cooperating rather well, "Alright, everyone’s tired, let’s take a break. We’ll go to the dining area for some food."

With these words, everyone understood the hint and tactfully dispersed in pairs.

Yet, envious whispers continued intermittently.

"Xuanxuan is actually with Jin Palace?"

"She must be so happy!"

"My goodness, why can’t I have such luck as her?"

The cheerleading team was comprised of girls, naturally filled with envy.

"Alright, stop kneading, I need to go eat something too," Di Jinxuan hastily said, attempting to get up.

But Nangong Jin pressed her back down onto the seat, speaking slowly, "There’s no rush to eat at the moment, we can go after finishing the massage."

Di Jinxuan felt helpless, knowing she couldn’t win this argument, so she gave in.

His fingertips were slightly cool, gliding gently yet firmly across her shoulders and neck, causing goosebumps all over her body and an inexplicably itchy feeling.

Di Jinxuan gently bit her lower lip, her face flushed a bright red.

His professional technique for muscle relaxation seemed exceptionally practiced.

Had he also given massages to relax others while dancing before?

Who was this person?

Was it his former dance partner?

Di Jinxuan really didn’t know much about Nangong Jin’s history with dance.

But since it was a dance partner, that person must have been female.

Had he given the same kind of massages to that woman?

"Brother Jin," Di Jinxuan suddenly spoke up, quietly asking, "Why did you stop dancing in the first place?"

She had finally asked the question that had been on her mind.

Nangong Jin paused, his long fingertips clearly coming to a brief halt, then he teased her, leaning close to her ear, "Do you want to know?"

"Mhm," Di Jinxuan nodded.

Nangong Jin smiled, his grin as sly as a fox—Di Jinxuan asking meant she was curious about him or, perhaps, cared a little more for him?

But Miao Wu’s situation was too complicated, and it also involved the Nangong Family’s business affairs.

Nangong Jin pondered for a moment, his warm lips lightly brushing her ear, laughing like a rascal, "Call me ’husband’, and I’ll tell you."

Di Jinxuan’s face turned red. Damn, this guy was really pushing his luck!

"Forget it," Di Jinxuan sulked.

She wasn’t even eager to listen.

Did he think she was desperate to know?

Since he kept it so close to his chest, as if afraid someone would find out, then she just wouldn’t know. After all, she didn’t even want to know.