Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

After speaking, he reacted and couldn't help but opened his eyes and started spitting out.

"I'll go, wake us up this night, just ask this? Just go to the hospital."

"Isn't you more trustworthy." Tsing Yi smiled and hung up the phone.

He handed the phone back to the alcoholic, but he closed his eyes when he saw the alcoholic.

Tsing Yi can only put the phone back by himself.

Because the bedside table is on the side of the drunkard, if he wants to put the phone back, he has to cross him.

Tsing Yi leaned over, stretched out his hand holding the phone, passed the drunkard, and put the phone back on the bedside table, just like before.

At first I thought it was nothing, but when he felt someone's warm breath spraying on his neck, Tsing Yi was stunned for a while, and then realized that this posture seemed a bit... ambiguous.

Tsing Yi didn't dare to think too much. After putting the phone back, he just wanted to close his hand, but he felt a gaze staring at him.

Tsing Yi looked at it subconsciously, but saw that the drunkard who had already closed his eyes was now opening his eyes, looking at him for an instant.

The room was a bit dim, only the moonlight projected through the balcony into the room.

In addition, the two are close together, so even if the room is dim, it is enough to see each other's appearance.

Tsing Yi's breathing became messy in an instant, and his face became unnatural.

"What are you doing?" The drunkard asked with a faint look but a smirk in his eyes.

"Put it, put the phone."

"Set it up?"

"……Ok."

"Then you are still pressing me."

In fact, there is no pressure at all, but Tsing Yi's chest is next to his arm, and his body is lowered.

"..."

Tsing Yi didn't say a word, and lay back on the bed a little flustered.

Lie up straight.

Before he could take a breath, the drunkard beside him supported half of his head with one hand, propped up his upper body, and looked at him.

"What are you doing? Don't sleep?" Tsing Yi cast a glance at him, then immediately retracted his gaze and looked at the ceiling.

He found that the drunkard's temperament had changed a bit since he was drunk that night.

Hmm... how to put it.

A lot more lively than before, it can be said to be naughty.

He talks too much, sometimes he speaks frivolously, and even verbally flirts with him physically.

This made him feel a little... flustered.

I really want to know what I said that night when I got drunk.

In fact, it's not that the drunkard has changed, but just no longer hides and escapes.

"can not fall asleep."

The drunkard blinked, still holding his head and supporting his body, staring at Tsing Yi.

This skin looks really good ~ handsome.

"You... can't sleep, just stare at me."

Tsing Yi swallowed nervously, and shook the hand on his side, afraid to look at the alcoholic.

"If you don't look at you, what do you want me to do? I don't like to play with mobile phones, and I don't want to drink alcohol at this night. Is it like you open my eyes and lie down on the ceiling? And count the sheep by the way?"

"..."

Tsing Yi couldn't answer for a while, opened his mouth, and said, "Then, I'll make breakfast for you?"

"Breakfast? Brother, it's only two or three in the morning."

"..."

"You seem to be nervous." The drunkard looked at Tsing Yi with a smirk.

"No."

Tsing Yi denied it without thinking about it.

"No? Then why don't you look at me? What's so nice about the ceiling?"

"I……"

Hearing the drunkard's words, Tsing Yi looked at him subconsciously, as if he wanted to show by action: I am not nervous.

However, after watching it for less than two seconds, he retracted his gaze stubbornly, and then closed his eyes directly.