Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1180: How Will You Compensate Me

Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but sweat profusely, her face a waterfall of perspiration.

But on the surface, she remained calm, blinked cutely, and cleared her throat lightly, "Cough, even if you’ve never said it, you’ve definitely been flirty."

"You wish," Nangong Jin retorted, clearly dissatisfied. "Wife, you’re falsely accusing me. Don’t change the subject. Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

"I didn’t do anything." Di Jinxuan silently turned away and rolled over. "Alright, let’s sleep, I’m dead tired."

"Damn it, wife, you’re being unreasonable!" Nangong Jin flipped over and climbed up excitedly, secretly prodding her back. "Hey, wife, you can’t play like that. Hurry up and compensate me."

Di Jinxuan: "..."

How on earth should I compensate!

Di Jinxuan decided to feign death with closed eyes, yawned, and ambiguously said, "We’ll talk about it tomorrow, I’m really sleepy, let’s sleep first."

Nangong Jin was frustrated and lay down on the bed disgruntled, persistently poking Di Jinxuan with his hand.

No way around it, playing dead wasn’t going to work.

Di Jinxuan turned back and looked at him helplessly. "What on earth do you want?"

"You’ve wronged me, wife." Nangong Jin, with his charming peach blossom eyes, looked at her accusingly. "And you’re being unscrupulous."

"I...," Di Jinxuan, under the weight of his dark accusing gaze, eventually gave in and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Jin’s eyes instantly curved in delight, and he couldn’t help but croon cheekily, "Then let me feel good for a moment."

Di Jinxuan’s eyes widened, her vitality meter instantly drained. She truly couldn’t have high expectations for him.

Without hesitation, she hurled a pillow at him fiercely.

Then a joyful voice rose again in the room, "Wife, I thought we agreed that ’gentlemen use their words, not their hands’!"

"I’m not a gentleman, I’m a scoundrel, Nangong Jin, come here, come here!"

"Damn, ’It is only the petty man and the woman who are hard to handle!’ Ah, wife, stop pinching."

"What are you yelling for—shut up!"

"Can’t I even make a sound if it feels good..."

"Nangong Jin!"

"Alright, alright, stop making a fuss, wife." Nangong Jin wrapped an arm around Di Jinxuan as she chased and pounced into his embrace, tightly grasping her hands. His peach blossom eyes shimmered diversely, his expression extremely serious as he said, "Wife, let your husband have a kiss."

The atmosphere suddenly became charged with intimacy, because his eyes were captivating, his voice line incredibly glorious.

Somehow, her heart began to beat faster all at once.

Di Jinxuan blushed, completely unable to withstand the charm of someone like him.

Just being looked at by him in this way, held in his embrace, she felt utterly inescapable—as if she were caught in an endless net, a net that caught people, and though she wanted to struggle, she simply couldn’t.

Seeing that Di Jinxuan blushed without speaking, Nangong Jin softened his voice even more, and, unable to help himself, caressed her face. His thumb rubbed gently on her cheek, tenderly asking again, "May I, wife?"

This time, he didn’t just proceed to kiss without saying a word, overpowering her unpreparedness, but instead, he tenderly asked for her opinion with eyes full of softness.

And this time, he didn’t say whether he could kiss her, but instead, he let her kiss him.

He seemed very patient, not at all anxious, just waiting for her, his eyes still so enchanting and deep. His fingertips, though dry and slightly rough, lacked none of their unique tenderness.

Di Jinxuan lowered her gaze, silent for a long while, then suddenly raised her eyes and looked straight into his.