Meanwhile, the skinny man was also getting a little tipsy.
But hearing Chen Xiaoyi speak so recklessly, I was quite taken aback.
There was a table between them, and with him being drunk and slow to move, he didn't have time to stop Chen Xiaoyi.
Ji Chenhai noticed the murderous intent rising in the gaunt man's drunken eyes, but pretended not to see it and continued to raise his cup to toast him: "Come on, Brother Jiao, drink!"
The gaunt man held a glass in his hand, but his eyes and ears remained fixed on Ji Fengming.
Ji Fengming pretended not to notice, and with a grin, put his arm around Chen Xiaoyi's shoulder. The two of them lowered their bodies mysteriously, putting their index fingers to their lips: "Shh, don't say it!"
"Yes! It can't be said!" Chen Xiaoyi nodded solemnly, still quite drunk.
Then the two burst into laughter again, behaving like complete drunkards.
The murderous intent in the gaunt man's eyes finally faded, and his wariness vanished. He completely regarded Ji Chenhai and the others as "fellow travelers," and his attitude towards Ji Chenhai became warm again.
After thoroughly drinking Chen Xiaoyi and Jiao Da under the table, Ji Chenhai and his son were almost done for as well.
Black Owl helped the half-drunk Ji Fengming back to his room.
In the dim candlelight, Ji Fengming saw a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly. In a daze, it was as if she saw a celestial being descended to earth, or perhaps her own mother. Clinging to Hei Xiao's hand, she clung to him and mumbled, "Water, I want to drink water."
Looking at his flushed face, as beautiful as a peach blossom in spring, Black Owl felt both helpless and sighed: What an honest child who never grew up and was also mischievous.
Kill a thousand enemies, but lose eight hundred of your own;
You always know how to be cunning and sly in normal times, so why don't you do it when you're drinking?
He warmed a pot of tea by the stove, poured it for Ji Fengming, covered him with a blanket, and was about to turn to his own bed opposite him.
Ji Fengming grabbed his hand again, smiling like a three-year-old child: "Look closely, are you my mother or someone else's daughter?"
Black Owl: "!!!"
You little brat, believe it or not, I'll beat you up!
"Let go!" Black Owl whispered in his ear, afraid of waking others.
Ji Fengming clung to him, head tilted back, her eyes red and brimming with tears, and said, "If you weren't my mother, you'd be perfect to be my wife. Lately, I think... I really miss my wife terribly."
Though spoken in a drunken stupor, they were sincere.
But this is just...
Black Owl's face darkened, and veins bulged on his forehead: "Ji Fengming, you brat, if you keep bringing up this nonsense, I'm really going to hit you!"
Ji Fengming was quite drunk and slumped down, unable to support himself. He caught a whiff of the fragrance from Hei Xiao's sleeve, then sniffed it again, before looking up and grinning foolishly, "Hmm, I recognize this scent. You're not my mother, nor my wife; you're Xiao Chen, ha... Xiao Chen..."
At least I haven't gotten too drunk.
Hei Xiao finally exhaled the breath he had been holding in his chest. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to pull his hand back and say "goodnight," Ji Fengming gripped him even tighter.
He tugged at his hand with a mixture of distress and mystery, saying, "Why aren't you a woman? Really, Xiao Chen, you're so handsome, why aren't you a woman? Otherwise, I would definitely... definitely... marry you..."
Black Owl was unbelievable; he gritted his teeth and endured it again and again.
It seems this guy really misses his wife, and not just a little bit;
He's practically gone mad!
Black Owl, unable to bear it any longer, was about to knock Ji Fengming unconscious and throw him into bed.
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