Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The drunkard stopped his restless steps, looked at the contents of the medicine cabinet on the table, and reached out from it to take out the package of silver needles that had not been used for a long time.

Finally he squeezed the needle bag tightly and finally made up his mind.

Mu Han, you can.

As long as you grasp the time, even if you miscalculate, you can save people in time.

If, if it can't be saved...the big deal he will pay him the life.

Anyway, he doesn't want to live anymore. After so many years, if there is nothing worthy of him in this world, he would not choose to live so tired.

Since you can't keep them up here, go to the bottom, maybe the bottom is more relaxed and comfortable than the top.

After paying attention, the drunkard who decided to take a gamble began to prepare what he needed.

Ready, after careful confirmation many times, the drunkard lay on the bed tiredly, looking at the ceiling in a daze.

Stumbled and accidentally fell asleep until a knock on the door awakened him.

The drunkard woke up suddenly, froze for two seconds and immediately sat up, took out his cell phone to check the time, and he was relieved to see that it was still early.

He was about to get up to open the door, but the people outside had opened the door with the key and walked in.

Hearing the footsteps, he knew who it was. He closed his eyes and fell back on the bed.

Tsing Yi walked in with a few boxes of food in his hand. Seeing the drunkard was lying on the bed, he felt that it was still early, so he didn't call him.

Putting the food on the table, I wanted to take off his shoes and put his legs on the bed, but I was afraid of waking him up.

So just let him sleep like this.

Tsing Yi glanced at the somewhat messy house, and directly cleaned up the house for him.

Before the drunkard lived in Wuyuan, he would come to clean up for him almost every other week.

It's just that most of the time when he came, the alcoholics were not there, they were all in the bar.

The last time the alcoholic was injured, the two stayed here for one night, and he didn't have time to clean up.

The drunkard was lying on the bed, listening to Tsing Yi's busy voice, closed his eyes and said nothing.

As it gets closer and closer to the visit time, the alcoholic feels heavier and heavier. For a while, he is very calm and then very restless.

Tsing Yi cleaned up the house, took out some clothes that the drunkard hadn't worn for a long time and put them in the washing machine. He felt that time was about to go back to the house and asked the drunkard to get up for lunch.

Looking at the drunkard sleeping on the bed, Tsing Yi didn't say anything to her lips, just standing there, looking at him from a distance.

After a while, Tsing Yi stepped up and walked towards the bed.

Then stood by the bed, looking at him condescendingly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Tsing Yi's eyes slowly became hot, he suddenly bullied him on one knee, and put his hands on both sides of the alcoholic's shoulders, and then leaned down towards the sleeping alcoholic...

As the two of them got closer and closer, Tsing Yi subconsciously held his breath, and his deep gaze descended from the drunkard’s delicate eyebrows, closed eyes, and tall nose, and finally stopped on his lips...

Tsing Yi's eyes were gloomy, his breathing was chaotic, and his eyes were fixed on his lips.

It was not the first time to see him so close.

When the alcoholic fell asleep at night, he actually often looked at him like this.

But this is definitely the most stressful one.

Tsing Yi stared at his slightly opened lips, and felt the heat he exhaled with a faint fragrance of wine spraying on his face.

The two hands supporting him slowly grabbed the sheets under him.

His eyes became more and more feverish, and even impulsive thoughts.