"Well, it's me!"

He looked down at her and answered in a low voice.

"Is it really Ji Mohan?"

She always felt that she was dreaming, a strange and familiar dream.

In my dream, he's still here.

"It's me!"

He answered her again.

She laughed and blinked. "It's impossible. It's not you. I imagined you!"

Instead of responding to her, he reached out and touched her forehead. "Uncomfortable? Is there anything uncomfortable? If not, let me know? "

His voice is low and magnetic, and it sounds good.

Especially in such a quiet night, it gives people a very warm feeling.

"Well, it's a little uncomfortable. I want some water!"

"Well, you wait!"

He turned and went out of the door. A moment later, he came in with a cup of warm happiness.

He put the cup on the table, took a pillow to cushion her waist, and helped her sit up.

This will be the cup of water into her mouth.

She carefully lowered her head to drink, but still carelessly, spilled some water out, wet the collar of her pajamas.

Ji Mohan then put down the cup and brought a dry towel to help her wipe the wet part of her collar.

She looked at him blankly.

All of a sudden, she put her hand around his neck.

The distance between the two people suddenly became shorter.

He bent slightly and did not move.

"Are you really Ji Mohan?"

She breathed in his ear.

"Well, yes!"

"Are you my jimohan?"

This question seems difficult to answer. He is Ji Mohan, but he is not her Ji Mohan.

Seeing that he didn't answer, she willfully made a little effort. The distance between the two people was closer, and she was almost close to his face.

"If you are Ji Mohan, give me a kiss."

Her voice is delicate and soft, with a trace of women's charm after drinking.

If it had been for other men, they would have been unable to accept it.

But Ji Mohan didn't move.

He turned around and helped her lie down. "Don't think about it. Lie down and have a good sleep."

She grabbed the quilt and laughed, "you are not Ji Mohan. If you are Ji Mohan, he will kiss me."

He looked at her in a daze and did not speak.

He can't answer her question.

"In the future, if you can't drink, don't drink so much. If I hadn't been here today, you would be in danger now. "

He sat by and told her.

"I don't want to drink, either, but the men are bad. You know, they always want to take advantage of me. But don't worry, I'm very good. I'm not afraid of them. I won't let them take advantage of it... "

"You don't know how bad they are. If you play with them often, you will be hurt one day."

Qin Shuying suddenly felt sad, and her tears came down. "I can't help it. If I don't take this road, what can I do to support Jin Yu? She's still so young. I don't want her to grow up in the future and live in poverty. I want to work hard and help her financially. "

Ji Mohan leaned over and gently wiped her tears with his fingers. "She still has me. What are you afraid of? I won't make her short of money! "

Qin Shuying shook his head, "you have other children, you have your own family... You are not my jimohan."

Ji Mohan is silent again, "you are drunk, have a rest early! Or you'll have a headache tomorrow. "