Di Jinxuan blinked, somewhat puzzled. What matter was this that even the word ’you’ was being used.
"What’s the matter?" Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but ask.
Nangong Jin thought for a moment and seriously replied, "In the future, if I ever get angry with you, don’t be polite to me. Don’t bother explaining everything in detail, just scold me directly. Is that okay?"
Di Jinxuan: "..."
Jeez, I’ve never heard such a self-deprecating request before.
"Why?" Di Jinxuan was very puzzled.
"Because this way, even if we argue, only I would be the one getting angry. From now on, you don’t get angry. Just vent and scold me however you like, alright?"
Listening to his somewhat childish but heartwarming words, Di Jinxuan was suddenly at a loss for words and couldn’t help but feel pity, "No, Nangong Jin, are you really a masochist?"
"Not at all."
"Then why make such a demeaning request?"
"Because I love you."
Because I love you, such a simple and natural phrase, lifted her spirits to the clouds in an instant.
Di Jinxuan raised her eyebrows.
Finally, Nangong Jin’s eyes softened, filled with endless adoration, staring deeply into Di Jinxuan’s eyes, he said word by word, "Wife, because I love you, I let you hit and scold me whenever. I know my temper, sometimes I might mess up.
So, the harsher you are, the better, until I’m powerless to retort and crumble. Don’t worry about me getting angry, because I love you, and I’ll heal myself in a bit. A man who won’t let his wife scold him is definitely not a good man, and a husband who competes with his wife is definitely not a good husband. Wife, I want to be your good husband."

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