Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He had a dream, a very short, very real dream, so real that he thought everything was fake now.

He dreamed that Ge Zhe was back.

He dreamed of the master, the mountain, and the small house.

The master took Ge's hand and came to find him home together, but... he didn't want to go back.

"I won't go...I won't go..."

"I do not go……"

"Brother En, don't cry..."

The young man squatted on the sofa, watching the drunkard who had nightmares and kept talking in his sleep. Seeing his scared look on his face, he felt uncomfortable.

Ge?

This name seems to have been heard somewhere.

Who is this person and why everything about him makes him feel familiar.

"Wake up."

"Wake up, drunkard?"

The shoulder was pushed, and the drunkard woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and saw Tsing Yi.

He just looked at him steadily, as if his soul was still lost in a dream.

"Are you sleepy? The noodles are cooked, let's go to bed after eating."

The drunkard looked at Tsing Yi, thinking of the dream just now, and couldn't tell what it was like.

Because he hadn't dreamed of Ge and the master for a long time, and he almost couldn't remember the appearance of the master, but just now, he dreamed that they came to take him home.

Come back home?

The drunkard knows what it means to go home.

They didn't come to pick him up, they came to pick him up...

"what happened?"

Tsing Yi stared at him in a daze, with tears in his eyes gradually gathering the alcoholic, a little strange.

"I... had a nightmare." The drunkard stared at Tsing Yi with a pair of eyes, for fear that he would disappear before his eyes.

"I'm such an adult, why are you afraid of nightmares?" Tsing Yi smiled and said in a comforting tone.

But this comfort is not only useless, it also arouses the despair, fear and helplessness inside the alcoholic.

With red eyes, he choked aggrievedly: "...I dreamed that you don't want me."

Tsing Yi was taken aback, and felt that something was wrong with the alcoholic tonight.

But what's wrong, he couldn't tell.

"Dreams are all opposite."

Although I don't know what happened to him today, Tsing Yi smiled and calmed down.

It turned out that for him, he didn't want him, it was a nightmare.

Tsing Yi was very happy.

Does this mean that he cares about him?

"Stop thinking about it, go wash your hands and eat."

"……Ok."

The drunkard got up, dragged his tired body into the bathroom, and washed his face.

Lifting his head, looking at his pale face in the mirror, the alcoholic clenched his hand on the edge of the sink.

The drunkard adjusted his emotions, washed his hands and went out to eat.

Tsing Yi opened all the dishes that had been packed.

"It looks pretty good, how does it taste? This pepper seems to be a little too much."

"Yeah." The drunkard was worried, picked up his chopsticks and casually picked up an order and put it into his mouth to eat. He didn't even pay attention to what he was eating.

"Eh, this is..."

Tsing Yi just wanted to remind him, but saw the alcoholic eat the food without incident.

Tsing Yi looked at the dishes, then at the drunkard, picked up the chopsticks and tasted a little bit puzzledly.

Then he frowned.

so spicy.

"Isn't it spicy?"

The drunkard doesn't eat spicy food very much. He even told the waiter to put less chili at the time, but when he just opened it, the dish was obviously wasted.

When the absent-minded alcoholic heard what Tsing Yi said, he realized what he had eaten.

"...Fortunately, it's not very spicy."

"When have you been so spicy?"