Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1274: Let’s Talk About Dance Matters

Di Jinxuan really didn’t know what expression to make. This man was truly... invincible.

She really is!

How did she ever put up with him, ah sigh!

Nangong Jin carried Di Jinxuan into the bathroom, first turning on the bathtub faucet, then the shower, setting it to a constant, comfortable temperature.

Nangong Jin carefully guided her small hand under the shower to help her thoroughly clean up. Seeing his earnest eyes and brows, Di Jinxuan felt somewhat moved.

"I can do it," Di Jinxuan wanted to wash herself.

"This is not something you should do," Nangong Jin said with a smile, "Be good, let your husband do it."

Di Jinxuan stopped talking, allowing him to gently massage her hands.

After cleaning up, Nangong Jin rinsed himself off and then, with a fading smile, said, "Wife, let’s take a bath together."

Di Jinxuan didn’t say anything, just softly curved her lips into a smile, letting him hold her as they stepped into the bathtub.

The oversized bathtub and the comfortable water temperature were supremely enjoyable.

Seeing her comfortable and pleased expression, Nangong Jin’s lips curved even higher. He discovered that pampering the woman he liked to the fullest was such a joyful and blissful thing.

No wonder Di Mingzhe and Di Mingjue were so doting on their wives; it’s true what they say, a wife is your own, and since she’s yours, you must dearly cherish her.

His broad and robust yet slender hands gently patted her as if to help her relax. Nangong Jin also closed his eyes slightly, a picture of enjoyment and contentment.

When two people draw closer emotionally, then physically, and finally become familiar with each other’s bodies, it brings their hearts even closer. This feeling is truly wonderful.

"Wife..." Nangong Jin opened his eyes, softly calling her, wanting to talk with her about dance.

"Hmm?" Di Jinxuan murmured in response.

Nangong Jin thought for a moment before asking, "I want to ask you about dance. Which type do you prefer? Do you have any specialties, or favorites, or perhaps a type you are most proficient in and feel the most?"

"I want to try every type," Di Jinxuan answered vaguely.

Nangong Jin: "..."

He couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Wife, to be honest, unless you reach my level, saying something like that might be feasible. Right now, you should be more focused. If you want to dance every style and pick it up with ease, well, at the fastest, that’ll take at least five years. And those five years would require diligent and dedicated learning. Can you do that?"

After asking, Nangong Jin suddenly felt like he might have been too blunt, perhaps even dampening his wife’s enthusiasm.

Di Jinxuan didn’t respond for a long time, probably because she was indeed disheartened.

"Wife." Nangong Jin lowered his gaze to look at her, only to find out she hadn’t been disheartened, but had fallen asleep!

Somewhat bemused, Nangong Jin’s lips curled up, his heart instantly filled with tenderness, and he carefully adjusted his position to lift her up.

Di Jinxuan sleepily opened her eyes to look at him, then closed them again, feeling at ease.

"Wife, let’s dry off before we sleep," Nangong Jin softly coaxed her to stand on the floor.

Di Jinxuan really wanted to sleep, so she drowsily stood, leaning on him, her posture oozing dependence on him.

This feeling of dependence pleased Nangong Jin. After drying her off, and himself as well, he carried her to bed.