Two people in love always share intimate glances, affectionate words, and occasionally, playful banter. Sometimes, they even talk about risqué topics.
That’s why they always need a private space to be together, preferably a room with just the two of them.
Nangong Jin drove towards Nanyuan, all the while keeping one hand free to hold Di Jinxuan’s hand tightly, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go.
His expression while driving was focused, not as restless as before.
But the corners of his lips were curved into an indulgent and charming smile, as though simply holding her hand made him content.
In such a short time, it felt like many things had happened, like a series of events in a movie, overwhelming in their rapid succession.
When too much happens, one’s mind tends to become tense. He admitted that he had been quite tense before, except for the peaceful night they had.
Sleeping poorly through the night, until noon today, he felt completely drained.
Initially feeling quite lost, he became excited again when Li Hui mentioned that Di Jinxuan agreed to have their wedding in a traditional Chinese style. He planned to see her after their meal.
Unexpectedly, those mischievous little girls played a prank on him, scaring him half to death.
Recalling it now, he almost forgot how he rushed to the restaurant, not even noticing what he was wearing at the time.
Only now, as calmness returned and the soothing music in the car eased his nerves, did he slowly come back to himself.
Fortunately, it was all just a false alarm, and Di Jinxuan’s mentioned fling was just an act of anger, without any real intent.
And it didn’t need to be said; he could feel that Di Jinxuan was filled with thoughts of him.
She wasn’t indifferent or careless about him. Her actions clearly stemmed from caring too much.


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