Chapter 875

The first ray of sunshine in the morning was like a dancing elf in a pale yellow dress, gently imprinting a kiss on He Yunting's cheek and forehead.

The thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the man slowly opened his eyes.

The window directly opposite was opened a small slit, and the breeze blew in. The pure white curtains were blown up in an elegant arc, floated up quickly, and then fell down slowly.

This is where?

He Yunting was confused for a moment.

The gray quilt on his body was so strange that he seemed to have had a dream.

Just like the dreams he would have in the past two years, he dreamed of Qiao Yi, his elf, his life.

This was the first time he had come into contact with Qiao Yi so realistically in his dream, her smooth skin and long silky hair.

The smell on her body is still so good, better than all the fragrances in this world, he thinks he must be poisoned.

In the dream, he clung to her body for a moment, and the strong smell made him crazy.

What did he do? What did you say again?

He doesn't even remember.

I only remember that at the end, his Qiao Qiao kept kissing his forehead and cheeks, coaxing him like a child to sleep.

She said, "Come on, be quiet."

He Yunting sighed deeply, but he really held it back for too long, and even had such hallucinations when he was sleeping.

He supported the bed and straightened up, only then did he see Zhao Yi who was standing at the end of the bed, examining him.

"when did you come!"

He was so engrossed in thinking that he didn't realize that there was another person in the room, his eyes flickered in shock, and he immediately looked away, for fear that Zhao Yi would see some clues from his eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" Zhao Yi cleared his throat, pretending not to see the flash of flush on He Yunting's face.

"Why are you here? Why am I on the bed?" He Yunting realized belatedly that he was in his own room, and the bed and water tank were exactly the same as before he went to bed yesterday. However, after taking sleeping pills yesterday, Zhao Yi obviously asked Zhao Yi to lock him and put him in the water tank.

But now, not only was he lying on the bed, but the chains on his hands were gone.

He didn't have such a strong healing ability as Qiao Yi, the wound on his wrist that was worn away by the chain day after day was deep enough to show the bone, and now only a few shallow pink scars remained after healed.

"What did you do to me!" He straightened up with difficulty, only relying on his two arms to support the bed, so as not to fall down.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Zhao Yi rushed up and supported him, "Don't you think it's not messy enough!"

He stuffed the pillow behind He Yunting, let him lean on it, and yelled at him: "You still have a bullet in your spine, you forgot!"

He Yunting pulled the quilt and covered him as much as possible, his expression was not very good: "What's going on?"

Zhao Yi didn't speak, took a glass from the bedside table and handed it to him: "Drink this."

He Yunting didn't answer, and looked suspiciously at the unknown milky white liquid in the cup and asked, "What is this?"