Was this really Mo Jingshen?
This dream was way too realistic…
She stood up but remained on the sofa unsteadily. She raised her eyes to look at the man who was taller than her by more than a head: "Is this… is this a dream?"
As she spoke, she raised a hand to pinch the man's face.
Mo Jingshen did not avoid her but, just as her disobedient hand was about to touch him, he caught her hand in his grip and pressed it down. Tugging against her hand, he prevented her from falling backward.
"En, it's a dream." The man's voice was heavy and indifferent; it did not reveal any of his emotions.
Ji Nuan stood before him, widening her drunken eyes as she did her best to stare at him.
After staring for a long moment, she suddenly laughed.
