Di Jinxuan frowned, was this the limit?
To be honest, the degree to which he could spread his legs was probably about half as much again as an average person could, enough to do a standing split, but definitely not a side split.
"Wife, are my ligaments really that bad?" Nangong Jin asked, looking worriedly at Di Jinxuan’s frown.
"Actually, they’re not too bad," Di Jinxuan nodded. "You haven’t been practicing for so long."
"Then hurry up and stretch them out for me," Nangong Jin urged, adding, "Be gentle when you do it."
But Di Jinxuan was somewhat skeptical and couldn’t help asking, "Can you really only stretch this far?"
"Really," Nangong Jin nodded. "It hurts if I stretch any further."
Di Jinxuan held her forehead. "You haven’t really been practicing your kung fu, have you?"
"Why would I need to practice if I’m not jumping?" Nangong Jin replied nonchalantly. "Occasionally, I stretch a bit like I’m just stretching my limbs, not doing it seriously anymore."
Di Jinxuan frowned. "But it will be very painful to suddenly stretch your ligaments like this."
"It’s okay, wife, come on," Nangong Jin said, looking nobly assured.
Di Jinxuan pursed her lips but ultimately sat down to help him stretch his ligaments. She really wanted to see how flexible his ligaments were at this point.
They sat face to face, both spreading their legs, with Di Jinxuan bracing his ankles with her feet. A bit worried, she said, "If it hurts too much, just yell out, okay?"
"How should I yell?" Nangong Jin licked his lips.
"Yell ’stop,’ obviously," Di Jinxuan rolled her eyes at him.
"Okay," Nangong Jin nodded. "Alright, no more dawdling, wife, let’s get on with it."
Di Jinxuan also nodded, no more talking, waiting for his feet to force apart, while she also opened her legs and leaned forward, actually looking quite serious about it.
Too indecent.
"You..." Di Jinxuan just about to speak, was firmly embraced by him.
"Wife..." Nangong Jin spoke in a splendid and deep voice near her ear, "Look, there’s not a single gap between us, this position is fantastic,"
Di Jinxuan’s scalp tingled. Damn, couldn’t he flirt without killing somebody?
Di Jinxuan, feeling pressured, blushed and finally managed to say, "Did your crotch rip?"
Nangong Jin almost cursed, howling with laughter, "Wife, your EQ is really troubling!"
Shouldn’t she be embracing him tenderly, unremorsefully cuddling with him in this position?
Indeed, he had overestimated his wife. Where was her girlhood romance?

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