Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 66 The King of Eunuchs 31
Jimo suddenly remembered, when he saw Xinhe in the cake shop that day.

The little girl was struggling to translate with her head down. He thought the little girl was cute at the time, so he helped her translate.

Since then, he often has an intermittent dream.

Although there were only a few fragments, he knew that the man in the dream was him, and the other woman he was sure was the little girl he saw that day.

In the dream, he seemed to be an actor, and the little girl was an actress.

Many warm pictures have been reflected in his mind.

But it was just a dream after all, so he didn't have much feeling.

Until I saw Xin He again on the day of moving.

There seemed to be a broken string in his mind, and he really wanted to get close to Xin He.

He didn't reject the feeling either.

Can't help but have a crush on Xin He.

Maybe this is the legendary love at first sight?
He was sure that the emotions in the dream hadn't affected him at all.

Jimo has lived for more than 20 years and never believes in ghosts and gods.

But he didn't know how to explain that feeling either.

He could sense that those dreams were real.

So, that might really be the past life?

Xin He moved to the side uncomfortably, stroked her hair with her slender fingertips, and tried to change the subject: "Well, you haven't told me how you know my pen name?"

When Xinhe moved, Jimo's thoughts were pulled back.

Seeing her intention, Jimo didn't pierce it, and stretched out his hand to wrap Xin He's shoulders. The movement was natural, as if he had done it countless times.

His voice was low and his tone was slow: "Well, the editor of your website came to me last night. Didn't you find that our pseudonyms are very similar to couple names?"

Xin He's body froze slightly, and when she heard the first half of the sentence, she wanted to cover her face and explain, but Jimo's topic jumped a little fast, and her cheeks were instantly stained with a blush, "I just hit it casually!"

What she said was true. The name of the original owner was random at the beginning.

Ji Mo turned his head to look at her, and said meaningfully: "Oh...you can type the same couple name as me if you type it casually."

Xin He couldn't say no to Jimo, turned her head and buried her head on his chest, and patted his arm vigorously: "Shut up! Don't say any more!"

From Ji Mo's angle, he could only see Xin He's exquisite side face, the girl's eyes drooping, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, as if feathers were gently scratching in his heart.

Xin He and Jimo stayed in the study for an afternoon, Jimer sat there quietly and drew a draft, and Xin He nestled on the sofa beside him, looking at him with his chin propped up.

When Xin He stared at him again, Jimo helplessly put down the drawing board in his hand, "Do you want to code? I still have a notebook in my bedroom."

Xin He proudly put his hips on his hips: "I'm a man with a record! Boy, come on!" If there was a tail behind him, it would definitely be wagging non-stop.

Shuang Mao made up the knife: "Tomorrow you will not save the manuscript."

Xin He didn't care: "It's okay, isn't it you?"

Looking at Xin He's arrogant appearance, Ji couldn't help but want to tease her: "Then why don't you accompany me to code?"

Xinhe's face froze when she heard the words: "I refuse!"

Jimo looked at Xinhe for a few seconds, then lowered his head in frustration, his voice was muffled, "Well, anyway, I'm used to drawing by myself."

　If there is a ticket, we are sisters!
　　We are plastic sisters if we have votes buried!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)