novelraw Chapter 1322: Would It Kill You to Say Something Nice?
Chapter 1322: Would It Kill You to Say Something Nice?
"Definitely." Nangong Jin took Di Jinxuan’s hand and shamelessly leaned on her shoulder, whispering with a hint of threat, "If you don’t see me out, next time I won’t pamper you, and you’ll have to pamper me."
"You..." Di Jinxuan’s face turned red.
This cheeky, frivolous, shameless old man is really so barefaced all the time.
Nangong Jin chuckled, "Scared, aren’t you, wife? Hurry up and see your husband out the door, Mengmeng."
Di Jinxuan gave him a glare, "Get up."
Is it really okay for a man who’s over 180cm to lean on the shoulder of a woman who’s barely 170cm?
Actually, leaning like this is also uncomfortable. Nangong Jin quickly got up, happily holding Di Jinxuan’s hand, fingers tightly intertwined.
The two of them walked out the door. The Di Family’s villa is very large, and it takes about ten minutes to walk slowly from the grand hall to outside the villa.
So Nangong Jin, holding Di Jinxuan’s hand in an unrushed manner, walked along and dissatisfiedly asked, "Wife, am I still not past the probation period?"
"Are you in a hurry?" Di Jinxuan turned her eyes to look at him.
Under the moonlight, his face was breathtakingly beautiful, a sight to behold.
At this moment, he looked a bit pitiful as he put on a coquettish act, blinking his charming peach-like eyes, and eventually said in a voice filled with feigned sadness, "Actually, I’m not in too much of a hurry. As long as you’re happy, wife."
Di Jinxuan’s lips curved into a smile, "Then why are you still whining?"
"So I’m not even allowed to speak now." Nangong Jin was displeased, his beautiful face even more mournful, looking so pitiable that one couldn’t help but want to comfort him.
Di Jinxuan massaged her forehead, "Alright, let’s talk more when you get home, be good."
Nangong Jin: "..."
Eventually, Nangong Jin looked up to the sky with resignation and exclaimed, "Wife, I feel like you’re becoming more mannish, while I’m becoming more effeminate."
Di Jinxuan looked at him sideways, "Then why don’t you ’effeminate’ one for me to see."
Nangong Jin almost choked on his own blood, finally roaring with clenched fists, "Di Jinxuan, I warn you not to provoke me too far!"
"What will you do if I provoke you?" Di Jinxuan asked curiously, blinking her large inviting eyes adorably.
Nangong Jin pursed his lips, threatening fiercely, "Believe it or not, I’ll cross-dress if you provoke me too much!"
Di Jinxuan: "..."
In the end, Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but burst into laughter, nodding briskly, "I look forward to that, very much."
Nangong Jin panicked, cupping her face he kissed her fiercely as a form of punishment, but afterwards conveyed immense doting and indulgence, "You little brat."
Di Jinxuan’s heart felt sweet, and she held onto his hand even tighter.
The two reached the door, and Nangong Jin was so reluctant to leave, he touched her head, "I’m off now, wife. Remember, you have to miss me."
Di Jinxuan stuck out her tongue, "Hurry up."
Unable to resist, Nangong Jin grasped her shoulder and shook it vigorously, protesting, "Di Jinxuan, you little brat, why are you so mean, would you die from saying something nice?"
Er, Di Jinxuan thought it over and pursed her lips, "Fine, good night, sweet dreams."
Nangong Jin didn’t feel like criticizing her anymore, feeling disgruntled and depressed, just about to wave goodbye, but Di Jinxuan suddenly tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his patterned lips, whispering, "I will miss you, good night."
Then she dashed away in a flash.
Nangong Jin was stunned for a moment, turning to look at her rapidly receding figure, a surge of sweetness filling his heart, and he stupidly reached out to touch his lips, then finally shrugged it off with a helpless smile, thinking what a silly girl she is.