Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"...What are you afraid of?" Listening to Tsing Yi's scared voice, the drunkard seemed to be firmly held together by his big hands.

It hurts, it hurts very much.

"I... three months is too long, I want to see you now, OK, tell me, where are you? I ask for leave with the three young masters, I will stay with you in my hometown for three months, half a year will do, I beg Don't hide from me, okay." Tsing Yi's voice was choked with sobs, tears poured up several times, but he held back again.

"You don't like big cities and want to be quiet. I promise I won't bother you. I'll cook for you. I will wash your clothes. I really don't disturb you..."

"brother!"

Tsing Yi cried and humbled his plea to make the drunkard feel like a knife.

He really couldn't hear Tsing Yi like this.

How could he be so embarrassed because he is such a good person.

Just thinking about it, the drunkard hates himself to death.

If he knew that Tsing Yi would like him and knew that he would become like this, he shouldn't be close to him and shouldn't give him a chance.

He hurt him.

The drunkard strenuously raised his other hand, and slowly covered his mouth, his tears were like a flood that broke the bank, and he couldn't stop it.

The drunkard didn't dare to hang up at this time, so he could only hold his mouth to prevent himself from crying, but suffered pain all over his body, especially his chest, as if he was severely chiseled by someone with a hammer.

The suppressed cry of the drunkard came from the phone to Tsing Yi's ears, making him panicked instantly. He held the phone tightly in fright, and stood there with red eyes at a loss.

"...Don't cry, brother won't find you anymore, brother will be waiting for you here, brother won't find you, don't force you, don't cry..."

While calling the drunkard don't cry, but his tears flowed out unsuspectingly, he hurriedly raised his hand and quickly wiped the tears overflowing from his eyes.

At the same time, he turned his back, leaving his back to the street so that people who came and went could not see his embarrassment and helplessness at the moment.

Tsing Yi is about to collapse.

He has never been so scared.

The drunkard covered his mouth, crying too much to speak.

The two of them held their phones like this, separated by a not-so-distant distance, one in despair and one at a loss, but they did not dare to move closer to each other.

Tsing Yi kept comforting herself, he was okay, he just missed home and missed his master.

I don't know how long it took, Tsing Yi finally calmed down.

"I won't look for you, I won't ask you, but you have to promise me that no matter what happens, you must come back in three months, okay?"

Knowing what happened to the alcoholic, Tsing Yi did not dare to ask more at this time.

He was afraid that he would affect him even more, and he was afraid that his careless concern was forcing him.

The drunkard slowly took away the hand covering his mouth. He took a deep breath, trying to relieve his emotions, but the pain in his body severely affected his nerves, and he didn't come up in a breath, stuck in the position of his chest. , Making him feel so uncomfortable to die.

It took a while before he eased up.

But he did not have the courage to agree to Tsing Yi.

He didn't dare to think about what he would become after three months.

He really didn't want Tsing Yi to see who he is now, or even his worse self after three months.

He was afraid that he would scare him, afraid that he would be disliked.

But if he doesn't agree, he doesn't know what Tsing Yi will do next.

I'm afraid I will find him all over the world.

"...I want you to come back, in front of me, and tell me in person you like me again."

Tsing Yi's voice came from the receiver again, imploring a bit in his domineering.