Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The doctor had no choice but to let the alcoholic take a good rest, and then prepare for the operation in the afternoon after tomorrow.

The drunkard was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, with a needle in one hand, and a hand holding the phone weakly.

The ward was very quiet, and in such a quiet environment, the alcoholic couldn't help thinking about it, the more he thought about it, the more scared and helpless he was.

He forced himself not to think about the bad pile of test sheets, and his thoughts slowly drifted back to the past.

When he and Tsing Yi met for the first time.

At that time, Tsing Yi was only nineteen years old, high-spirited, and clamoring at a passionate age, but he already had a calm and careful mind that no one of his age could match.

Tsing Yi is the warmest and best tempered person he has ever seen. He is really good. He can consider everything for others, and can take care of others' feelings under any circumstances without embarrassing people.

When others do something wrong, he can always laugh like a big brother and say it's okay, and then go and do things for others in silence.

He is always careful to take care of everyone, especially to him, so careful that he has to deal with three meals a day.

I remember that when Tsing Yi cooked him noodles for the first time, he still teased him, living like an old mother at a young age, without any youthful vitality, doing all the things young people don't like to do.

Tsing Yi smiled and said nothing.

As the drunkard thought about it, tears flowed out uncontrollably.

It was not his embarrassed self that he was crying, nor was it the beautiful days that he didn't know how to cherish.

What he was crying was how did he meet him for such a good person...?

The most frequently heard sentence among alcoholics in hospitals these days is: "The patient in ward 302 is 25..."

He's only twenty-five, how come he is sick at such a good age.

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"Little princess, stop, it's okay."

"...Wait." Wen Xiaoai gritted his teeth and hugged Feng Litan who wanted to break free in his arms, and kept injecting his spiritual power into his body to repair the damaged golden core for him.

"You stop." Seeing Wen Xiaoai's face pale and still clenching his teeth, Feng Litan felt distressed.

Wen Xiaoai still confiscated his hand, and Ziguang wrapped Feng Lidan's small body, and the golden core in his body was as uncomfortable as if it were being burned in a fire.

After another ten minutes or so, Wen Xiaoai was exhausted and finally couldn't hold on. He was forced to close his hand and fell back on the bed weakly.

Feng Lidan jumped up from her arms and came to Wen Xiaoai's neck, and asked anxiously: "Little princess, how are you doing?"

"...It's okay." Wen Xiaoai shook his head slightly, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Feng Lidan stretched out his paw to wipe the sweat on Wen Xiaoai distressedly.

Wen Xiaoai looked towards Feng Lidan and suddenly grinned.

"What are you stupid about?" Feng Li said with an aura, but couldn't help but laugh with him.

Wen Xiaoai swallowed and said, "...They all said that I can only play and cause trouble. You see, I will help you repair the golden core now."

"Which one doesn't have long eyes and says that you can only play and cause trouble?" Feng Lidan suddenly got angry when someone said that to Wen Xiaoai.

"Many people, even some demons in our clan say that to me."

"Didn't I teach you to fight back if anyone dares to bully you? If you fail to fight, you will find me. If something happens, I will fight back."

Feng Lidan has been teaching Wen Xiaoai this way, sometimes making Ye Qi helpless.