Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1388: You’re too bad!

And the flirtiness, my goodness, it was just too much! So seductive it would turn anyone’s bones to jelly in an instant—moaning, gasping, cries of pleasure, it was seriously an assault on the ears.

The atmosphere exploded in an instant, "Damn, this is unbeatable!"

"Are you okay, Your Excellency?"

"Won’t you be crippled after a hundred reps?"

"Damn, this sound is so hype, such a wicked prank!"

Of course, there were also cheers, "Your Excellency, you gotta keep it up."

"Rise up, rise up!"

Hearing this so-called ’music’ which was both hilarious and pathetic, Di Mingjue couldn’t help but burst into laughter, almost at a loss for words.

He couldn’t resist pulling Gu Qibao aside and cupping her small face, "Baby, how can you be so talented!"

Just incredibly gifted, yet so naughty.

Gu Qibao chuckled, "I found this method online, and I spiced it up a bit."

"You’re too bad!" Di Mingjue pinched her soft cheek. How did she come up with such a rotten idea?

Nangong Jin couldn’t stand straight from laughter either, giving Gu Qibao a thumbs up, "Gu Xiaoqi, you’re just too talented, I’m impressed."

Then everyone joyfully turned their attention to Di Mingzhe.

Di Mingzhe was seen holding back his laughter with flushed cheeks, trying to manage a smile while rhythmically moving up and down on Di Xiaxia.

Everyone suddenly felt that getting a bride was not an easy task; this wasn’t courting a bride at all, but rather—it felt like a bitter grudge!

To think they set up such an electrifying track, requiring one to move up and down, again and again.

Honestly, wouldn’t you end up stone-stiff from the embarrassment? This was truly a mysteriously awkward situation.

Truly worthy of being Di Third Young Master’s wife, her taste in mischief is just like his.

Everyone had only two words to express their feelings: speechless.

Inside, everyone was on the verge of collapse!

In this room, filled mostly with single men and women, listening to such an ’electrifying’ track—was that really okay? Seriously, was it!!

Among them, there were groups of guys who would find even a sow looking like Diaochan after listening to such fervent moans—was this really alright?

Their hearts, honestly, were shattered to the point of being friendless.

One after another, with flushed faces and sweating profusely, they looked even more distressed than Di Mingzhe.

And there was Gu Qibao, the instigator of it all, nestled in Di Mingjue’s arms, laughing so hard she was nearly convulsing.

Even the usually mischievous Di Mingjue felt like cursing in response to the sound.

Nangong Jin, who was laughing to the point of convulsions, leaned onto Jinxuan, whispering teasingly into her ear, "Wifey, wifey, do I sound as delightful when I call out?"

Di Jinxuan: "..."

In fact, yes, Nangong Jin’s voice was in no way inferior to those voice actors; it was especially soul-stirring, incredibly comforting, and strictly speaking, even more sensual.

"Stop fooling around, get up," Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but shake him off.

"Oh dear." He started being coquettish, perhaps spurred on by those sounds, rubbing against her suggestively.

Di Jinxuan, with a blushing face and ears, had no choice but to respond, "You sound better."

And indeed, she was telling the truth.

Nangong Jin immediately felt a wave of pleasure and gently nibbled on her earlobe before murmuring seductively, "Hubby will make those sounds for you again next time."

Finally, finally, Di Mingzhe completed the hundred push-ups with blood and tears, feeling pretty much destroyed.

Facing an audience of two hundred onlookers while listening to those sounds, he had passed this harrowing trial.

It was indeed sheer madness, and it was all thanks to his strong self-control that he didn’t embarrass himself!