Chapter 678

Joe searched for his hand and touched it up.

Not only one of He Yunting's hands was cold, but his whole body was drenched in cold sweat as if he had been fished out of icy water. Trembling uncontrollably, the heavy panting was as frightening as a bellows.

Qiao Yi sank, shaking his arm violently, trying to wake him up: "He Yunting, wake up, wake up and check."

However, the man seemed to be in a nightmare and could not hear her screams at all.

Although she didn't know the specific cause of He Yunting's claustrophobia, in layman's terms, isn't it just fear of the dark?

She stood up resolutely and touched in the direction of the stove. With a click, the light blue flames soared upwards. Although the fire light was not strong, it finally brought a star of light into the pitch-black room.

At this time, she saw clearly that He Yunting was lying on the floor of broken porcelain.

The man was half leaning against the cabinet, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was in pain, and the blood on his hand hurt Qiao Yi's eyes.

"My God, you're hurt."

She hurriedly took off her pajamas, and carefully swept away the broken porcelain pieces surrounding He Yunting.

Then I went to check his palm for the first time, and saw ugly scars that were finger-length on the palm, and blood was gushing out one by one.

Qiao Yi's heart was about to break.

"Brother, how are you? Does it hurt? Can you go? I'll take you to the hospital."

As soon as Qiao said, he stretched out his hand to loosen the bun on his head, strangled He Yunting's wrist with a rubber band, and briefly stopped the bleeding.

Then he stretched out his hand through He Yunting's neck, wanting to hug him up.

At this moment, He Yunting suddenly moved.

Regardless of the injury on his hand, he took Qiao Yi's arm and hugged him tightly into his arms.

"You are finally back."

Qiao Yi was caught off guard by him, lost his focus, and fell into his arms.

The wrist was wet and sticky, and as soon as Joe knew it was blood.

"Don't move around, I just took care of your injury."

He Yunting turned a deaf ear, thinking that as soon as Qiao Yi was about to leave, his hands tightened a bit, and he hugged her so tightly that his waist was almost cut off by him.

Cold lips brushed against Qiao's ear, and he kept murmuring, "Don't leave me, Qiaoqiao, I was wrong, don't leave me."

Seeing him like this, Qiao Yi felt uncomfortable, and his heart had already softened.

When she didn't know him before, she had experienced his illness once in He's elevator, and she knew the general symptoms of his illness, so she might have been unconscious by now.

Qiao Yi was afraid that he would bleed too much, and that his wound would be infected, so he tilted his head to coax him, "Be good, and I won't leave you."

After a long while, the man murmured and asked, "Why, is it better to be good?"

Qiao tilted his head and scratched his face, as if to reward his cleverness: "Let go of me first."

When He Yunting heard this, he subconsciously hugged him tightly. Qiao Yi didn't speak, and waited for a while before the restraint on his body was slowly loosened.

"Hey, tell me, what's wrong with you?"

He Yunting didn't want Qiao Yi to leave, and lied to her that he was fine.

Qiao Yi didn't believe it, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead. It was obviously covered with cold sweat, how could it be all right.

"Where is the medicine that Zhao Yi gave you? Where is it?" As he said that, Qiao got up and was about to go outside to get the medicine. As a result, before he could stand up on one leg, He Yunting grabbed his arm and hugged him back again. .

"No, no medicine, you are my medicine, baby, it's my fault, don't leave me."