Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1161: This man is a demon, he can seduce and captivate souls.

"Um..." Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but let out a soft sound, subconsciously, involuntarily, she instantly panicked with embarrassment.

She wanted to push him away, but his body was as solid as iron, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move him, only able to follow the rhythm of his breath.

His kiss wasn’t long, at most half a minute, but to her, it felt like a century; she was nearly suffocating.

Soon, he released her lips and his forehead rested against hers, slightly gasping for air. In this endless darkness, he was inexplicably seductive; her heart pounded like thunder.

However, he didn’t let her go. He cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, his nose barely touching hers, his warm and heavy breaths mingling with hers.

"Wife..." he began, his voice carrying a nocturnal elegance, mysterious and enticing. His lips gently caressed hers, whispering with a breath that was uniquely his, "Wife, you are so sweet."

Di Jinxuan’s mind exploded at his words, and even her breathing lost its rhythm in response to his.

"Brother Jin..." she murmured softly, feebly, suppressively, as if speaking to herself.

But Nangong Jin seemed to have heard her, and without letting her say more, he kissed her lips fiercely again. This time, it was wild.

She felt as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Di Jinxuan didn’t know what to do, aware only that her mind was blank and her body seemed ignited by him, rendering her especially helpless; she truly clung tightly to his collar.

With Nangong Jin’s passionate kissing and Di Jinxuan passively enduring, there seemed to be something incessantly pounding in the endless dark, as if it was about to burst forth.

Around them, a familiar group of people continued to talk and laugh, joking about having a candlelight dinner.

There they were, kissing fiercely under the watchful eyes of the group, even recklessly.

If the lights suddenly came on, or someone turned on a cellphone, or any other light source, they would see them kissing passionately, inseparable.

Of course, the passion was mainly from Nangong Jin.

Di Jinxuan’s heartbeat raced as never before. This man was a demon, enthralling, soul-snatching.

He seemed to know exactly when to kiss a woman to render her helpless, just like now.

The heated kiss disordered her breathing, stirred her heartbeat. His skillful and dominant yet gentle movements in her sweet lips were wickedly indulgent, outrageously audacious.

Di Jinxuan could no longer find her own thoughts, filled entirely with his breath, his scent, that heavy, overwhelming passion.

At this moment, the crowd continued to chat as if the power hadn’t gone out.

Beside her was the passionate kissing, and beside that, the gossiping whispers. Di Jinxuan felt she was going insane, and at the same time, she was terrified someone would turn the lights on, or see them.

Yet, Nangong Jin didn’t relax at all, deepening his kiss even more fiercely.

He even overly tightly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, almost lifting her entirely up against him.

This thrill was something Di Jinxuan had never experienced before—her heart pounding thunderously, with all sorts of fears, yet simultaneously also curious and impulsively drawn in.

She was actually spurred into passion by a kiss from Nangong Jin!

No, this wasn’t her!

Eventually, she regained a trace of rationality and forcefully pushed him away, but he held her even tighter, then his lips slid from hers and fiercely kissed her neck.

No, rather using biting, or sucking.