Chapter 8 — I Missed Sleeping With Master

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I pulled my hand back, I don't know when tears were streaming down my face. On the bed, Tham So Bach still slept peacefully. After carefully pulling back the corner of the blanket for me, I stood up and left. The wrist was suddenly held tightly.

"In the middle of the night I probed my master's consciousness, Loc Nam, my courage grew bigger and bigger."

I didn't dare turn my head, the tears fell even harder. Tham So Bach slowly sat up. Moonlight fell on his handsome eyes. He held me in his arms, gently wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes. The one who patiently comforts:

"Okay. Since I'm the one you despised, I haven't cried yet, so why did you cry first?"

I hugged him back, not saying anything.

“You all saw it?”

I nodded sadly.

“Yes.”

The person curled his lips, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

“Do you still feel that I am worthy of your affection now?”

I once admired the courage of a young man named Tham So Bach, who used to bend branches to make swords, calmly doing whatever he wanted. But what really moves us is Tham So Bach during our ordinary days together. The person has always had a stiff mouth and always had a cold and distant appearance when dealing with others. But when my cultivation stagnated, he generously gave me the key to his private warehouse, letting me use it as I pleased. It's the same when a junior brother or sister is sick. His mouth always talks about trouble, but he still doesn't take off his shirt, sits next to the bed all night, carefully taking care of him. Tham So Bach is much better than he thought. Those bad things cannot completely destroy people. In his bones, he is still the gentle and kind Tham So Bach of the past. I didn't answer, just hugged him tighter.

“Master, tell me the story of your past.”

"It's been too long. It's unavoidable that it's long and dragging, just like an old woman's leg bandage."

“But I want to hear.”

The moonlight passed through the window, filling the gentle one-story room. No problem. Our next days are still very long. END OF STORY.