Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1270: Stop Dawdling

Di Jinxuan’s eyes softened as she gently traced the features of his face with her hand.

She couldn’t help but feel a deep admiration for him.

The issue with Miao Wu originally had nothing to do with him, yet he took it upon himself for the sake of righteousness.

He originally had a thriving career as a legendary dancer adored by many, but for the sake of his family, he gave up the glory that was rightfully his, all because of love.

The orphans, fugitives, and beggars who should have been left to fend for themselves were taken in by him, providing them a life with dignity, all because of pity.

His heart must also be kind, for only a truly evil person would be incapable of these acts.

So the man she was about to join hands with in life wasn’t a loser or a degenerate, but actually a very good person, wasn’t he?

Di Jinxuan looked into his captivating, colorful peach blossom eyes; in the rippling depths, there were softness and kindness, mesmerizing and alluring.

At this moment, his lips curled slightly into a smile that was indeed handsome but somehow carried an air of rascality; yet behind such a roguish smile, could there also be hidden sorrow?

Especially considering the affair with Miao Wu, which once caused a sensation, it was then that Nangong Jin gained his reputation as a playboy.

He never explained, shouldering it alone for ten years, and his reason was simply for a deceased dancer who loved dancing.

Such simplicity and purity.

Alright, she admitted that such a man made her heart flutter.

Her slender, fair hands meticulously outlined his face, from his brows to his eyes, from his nose to his lips, down to his well-defined chin.

This man was an angel, if anything, an angel in a devil’s disguise.

There are two kinds of people in the world, those who are bad on the outside but good at heart, and those who are good on the outside but bad at heart; she was glad her admired man was the former.

Di Jinxuan continued depicting his features, as if enchanted, her beautiful, big eyes filled with undying affection.

Nangong Jin felt ticklish, his body slightly numb and warm, but also a bit embarrassed; this was his first time seeing her so passionately undying — truly beautiful.

He loved this woman too, perhaps conquered by her.

Because of her passion, her kindness, her magnanimity, her bravery, and her down-to-earth nature, she utterly captivated him.

Thank heavens for bringing her to him, making him fall in love with her; he would love and cherish her with an unswerving commitment for a lifetime.

Nangong Jin too was captivated by her gaze, his eyes held a greedy affection, his fervent gaze focused on the depths of her eyes, both of them silent, simply gazing deeply at each other.

After a while, Nangong Jin spoke, his voice huskily dreamy, "Wife, do you want to kiss me, do you?"

Ugh, he’s being spoiled again!

Why is it always him who acts coy, awkward.

Hearing this, Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but laugh, playfully raising an eyebrow, "You guess."

Nangong Jin: "..."

"Just kiss me if you want; don’t dawdle, come, be bold, be passionate..."

Before Nangong Jin could finish speaking, suddenly his lips were sealed by hers; Di Jinxuan captured his crimson thin lips and even murmured in annoyance, "Rambling."

Nangong Jin was stunned, damn, wife you’re so assertive!

The kiss was fiery and passionate; Nangong Jin realized for the first time that his wife could also be fiercely passionate — this intensity, damn, like she’s going to devour him.