At this moment, his heart was absolutely drowning in guilt. Damn it!
Should he just get the hell out of here, hustle off, and kneel on a cactus to repent first?
That bastard from before must not have been him!
After finishing a cigarette, Nangong Jin did a deep self-reflection before trudging out of the bathroom, feeling inexplicably annoyed. Out of nowhere, he just felt down.
It was because the bastard he used to be actually had those ridiculous thoughts. Damn it, what was wrong with him.
He sulkily walked out of the bathroom, raised his eyes, and saw Di Jinxuan curled up obediently on the bed, hugging the blanket and sleeping so soundly.
Looking at her expression—tired yet content, with an extra hint of sweetness—our Nangong Jin felt even worse. What kind of heavy guilt was this pounding in his chest like crazy?
He sneakily got into bed, stretched out his arms, and pulled her tightly into his embrace, but the guilt in his heart didn't ease up at all.
