Chapter 311 He Didn't Want to Live Long Ago

The drunkard stopped his restless steps, looked at the contents of the medicine box on the table, and reached out to take out the bag of silver needles that hadn't been used for a long time.

Finally he gripped the needle pocket tightly, and finally made up his mind.

Mu Han, you can do it.

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

If, if he can't be rescued... In the worst case, he will pay him this life.

Anyway, he doesn't want to live anymore, he has been struggling for so many years, if there is not one thing in this world that is worth living for him, he would not choose to live so tiredly.

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

After making up his mind, the alcoholic who decided to gamble once began to prepare the things he needed.

Ready, after careful confirmation many times, the alcoholic lay on the bed a little tired, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

In a daze, he accidentally fell asleep, until a knock on the door woke him up.

The drunkard woke up suddenly. After being stunned for two seconds, he immediately sat up, took out his mobile phone and checked the time. Seeing that it was still early, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to get up to open the door, the person outside had already opened the door with a key and walked in.

The drunkard knew who it was by the sound of footsteps, he closed his eyes and fell back on the bed.

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

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

So he let him sleep like this.

Tsing Yi looked at the somewhat messy house, and went straight to tidy it up 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 comes, the drunkard is not there, they are all in the bar.

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

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

As it got closer to the time of the visit, the alcoholic's mood became more and more heavy, very calm for a while, and very disturbed for a while.

Tsing Yi tidied up the house, took out some of the clothes that the drunkard hadn't worn for a long time and put them in the washing machine, thinking that it was almost time, he was ready to go back to his room and ask the drunkard to wake up for lunch.

Looking at the sleeping alcoholic on the bed, Tsing Yi didn't say anything, just stood there, watching him from a distance.

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

Then she stood by the bed and looked down at him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Tsing Yi's eyes gradually became hot, and he suddenly leaned onto the bed with one knee, put his hands on both sides of the drunkard's shoulders, and then bent down towards the sleeping drunkard...

As the distance between the two got closer, Tsing Yi subconsciously held her breath, and her deep eyes looked down from the alcoholic's delicate eyebrows, tightly closed eyes, and straight nose, and finally stopped on his lips...

Tsing Yi's eyes were dark, her breathing became chaotic, and her eyes were fixed on his lips.

It's not the first time I've seen him so close.

In fact, when the alcoholic fell asleep at night, he often looked at him like this.

But it was definitely the most intense one.

Tsing Yi stared at his slightly parted lips, feeling that the hot air he exhaled sprayed on her face with a faint aroma of wine.

The two hands propped by his side slowly grasped the sheet under him.

His eyes became more and more fanatical, and he even had impulsive thoughts.