Chapter 917: That’s My First Kiss (with a Skit)
Because no one has ever made you spontaneously curious and want to play around, therefore, such a desire to play around must be because you like it.
If you didn’t like it, you definitely wouldn’t even think about playing.
But his seriousness now stems from the fact that he’s just a mortal.
A regular man who equally longs for love.
He wants his wife to be pure as a blank sheet of paper, he wants everything including liking someone to be the first for his wife.
Moreover, he wants his wife to be gentle and kind.
And Di Jinxuan just happens to be that kind of girl, maybe he really was captivated by her.
It seems there’s some reason, or perhaps no reason, but anyway, he just can’t stop thinking about her, can’t stop worrying about her.
What’s that saying again? You’re not afraid of thieves stealing, but of thieves obsessing.
He quietly watched her, his thin lips slightly pursed, as if obediently waiting for her answer.
Yet, his heart involuntarily began to race, he could actually anticipate Di Jinxuan rejecting him.
Sure enough, Di Jinxuan, with a smile tinged with mockery, spoke up, "Young Master Jin, how many girls have you said that to?"
Nangong Jin didn’t answer, and he didn’t argue either.
Di Jinxuan took the opportunity to shake off his hand, feeling quite annoyed inside, yet she heard him say softly behind her, "That day I kissed you, it was the first time I kissed a girl, it was, my, first kiss."
He said it, and his tone even seemed a bit embarrassed.
Di Jinxuan’s steps abruptly halted, feeling a bit incredulous.
First kiss?
Was he joking with her?
The tone was quite embarrassed, he must be pretending to be innocent.
Because she really couldn’t believe Nangong Jin still had his first kiss?
That time when he was comforting Di Xiaxia at Dihai Lantian, he clearly said to Di Xiaxia very casually, just kiss me and it’ll be fine.
Someone who could so casually say that, now tells her it’s his first kiss.
And if she wasn’t mistaken, he often went around fishing for kisses.
So she really wanted to laugh.
If that day if Elder Sister had really wanted to kiss him, could he really have pushed her away immediately?
Di Jinxuan frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable inside.
Nangong Jin stepped forward, quietly watching her, his quietness making him appear even more charming.
He spoke with utmost seduction, "Join me, I’ll teach you to dance, and make you number one internationally."
Di Jinxuan froze, her head felt numb, and she couldn’t help but tremble slightly, the allure of his offer speak for itself.
But what amazed her was, he was actually offering to dance with her?
Meaning he would start dancing again?
This was absolutely terrifying, frightening.
A Dance King who had stopped dancing for ten years, a master level dancer suddenly returning to dance, this would be a tremendous shock to the dancing world?
She was shocked too.
After all, individuals revered as "masters" in the dancing community, including him, totaled only five so far.
Three of them are already a thing of the past, now in their fifties or sixties.
Another one is in his forties, also unable to dance anymore, retired to behind the scenes as a mentor.
And him, if he hadn’t stopped dancing, at this age now, he should’ve been the legendary figure commanding the dance world.
So this was truly terrifying.
Honestly, it would be a lie if she said she wasn’t moved, definitely a lie.
The last time she saw him perform just two or three moves, the visual feast enjoyment, that kind of shock was seemingly still imprinted in her mind, unable to fade.
Just thinking about it got her a little excited.
Di Jinxuan stared blankly at him, it took a long, long time to come back to her senses, still in shock.
Dameng: (with a look of disdain) Jin, you’re so crass, can’t you have some dignity as a man, telling a woman this is my first kiss, are you restless?
Nangong Jin: (scowling) Cut the crap, why does Di Mingjue get to bang bang bang, Di Mingzhe gets to kiss kiss kiss, when it comes to me, not to mention minced meat, there’s not even soup! It’s already tough enough to kiss, and you still damn don’t allow tongue action, just the lips, do you even kiss without a tongue!
All this and still to be hit afterwards, what I hate most is even being slapped in the face! (Bitterly crying, continues complaining) Everyone else kneels to durians, I freaking have to kneel to cacti!
Now still have to go through endless obstacles, even have to hold back on my wedding night, is this even my real mom! (Angered, he suddenly draws a gun, looking dashing, his face bloodied.)
Dameng: Holy crap, Jin, Lord Jin, Ancestor Jin, I kneel! Let’s talk calmly, don’t do anything rash! I’ll be gone, then you’ll have nothing to enjoy, be prudent, prudent! You need to keep your composure!
Nangong Jin: Don’t freaking tell me to be prudent!
I can’t be prudent, can’t control it! (kneeling and roaring)