Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 932: Are You Intentional or Not?

He actually endured silently for an hour and a half, and for a moment Di Jinxuan didn’t know what to say.

Seeing her silent, Nangong Jin leisurely laughed heartily and looking up teasingly at her, he said, "Wifey, are you feeling heartache?"

Di Jinxuan was taken aback and then said, "Nonsense, I left my bag in your car."

"Oh?" Nangong Jin raised an eyebrow, "Where is it?"

"Isn’t it in the driver’s seat?" Di Jinxuan frowned, "Then it must be on the back seat." She said as she went to open the back door of the car, and sure enough, her bag was there on the back seat.

Such a scatterbrain, Nangong Jin lifted a smile, tender yet helpless.

Di Jinxuan took her bag and couldn’t help but ask, "Are your injuries okay?"

"They are not." Nangong Jin nodded seriously, his expression a bit pitiful, "It hurts a bit, and it’s really uncomfortable, I might even die."

"Ah." Di Jinxuan widened her eyes, "Really or not?"

"Really." Nangong Jin continued boldly.

"Then should we go to the hospital?" Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but ask.

"No need." Nangong Jin stepped out of the car, his tall figure slightly leaning towards her, his lips crookedly lifting as he said slowly, "Just a kiss from you will make it stop hurting, a passionate one."

He blatantly and shamelessly said these words, his tall and slender form looming over her, causing Di Jinxuan to naturally step back.

Unfortunately, she bumped into the car door behind her, so she had to press against the car door, cursing inwardly.

Car slam!

Seeing his face about to press against hers, Di Jinxuan panicked, forcefully pushed him away, blurted out "Crazy!" and ran off in a flash.

She ran even faster than a rabbit.

Nangong Jin pressed his lips together, his peach-blossom eyes slightly dimmed.

You treat her as your life, she thinks you’re sick, huh, this feeling really sucks!

Nangong Jin got into the car, slammed the door, started it, and drove away smoothly.

Meanwhile, Di Jinxuan’s heart was racing as she drove.

His wound had torn open more than an hour ago, yet he had stubbornly stayed, still fooling around with her for so long.

Doesn’t he hurt?

The sight of so much blood was disturbing, could it not hurt?

Was it because of her?

Di Jinxuan was confused, somewhat at a loss; she couldn’t quite understand why Nangong Jin suddenly became like this.

It seemed as if he had impulsively decided to pursue her, just chasing after her on a whim.

And it was as if...

She found she was understanding him less and less.

Nangong Jin, do you really care, or not care at all?

Nangong Jin had initially wanted to follow Di Jinxuan, but when he didn’t see her car, he had no choice but to give up and drive toward his own home.

When he arrived home, unexpectedly, Feng Rao was waiting for him, standing by the door like a bodyguard, which made Nangong Jin feel somewhat amused.

"You’re here?" He got out of the car and threw the keys to the bodyguard.

"Yes, Master." Feng Rao nodded, her face slightly red in the night wind.

"It’s late." Nangong Jin glanced at his watch, blinked, and asked, "Did you need something?"

"I came to see if Master’s injuries were better," Feng Rao replied respectfully, bowing her head.

"Oh." Nangong Jin raised an eyebrow, "Just in time, it’s torn, you help me treat it."

Torn? Feng Rao frowned, blurting out, "How could you be so careless?"

"It’s nothing." Nangong Jin smiled, "A minor issue, let’s go inside."