Claustrophobia

Holding Yunqing in his arms, Xia Tian flashed out and said to her, "Sister Yunqing, we are out now. You don't have to be afraid."

Yun Qing nodded, but her face was still very pale, and there was still a trace of fear in her eyes that had not completely dissipated. However, Xia Tian could feel that her breathing was no longer so disordered, and her heartbeat was not so fast.

"Sister Yunqing, why do you have claustrophobia?" Xia Tian couldn't help but ask, "But weren't you fine when you took the elevator before?"

"Send me back first." Yun Qing did not answer Xia Tian's question, but just spoke softly, with obvious weakness in her voice.

"Okay." Xia Tian carried Yun Qing downstairs quickly, and then returned to the hotel as quickly as possible. However, he did not go to Yun Qing's room, but carried her to his room.

This time, although Xia Tian was holding him on the road, Yun Qing did not resist and was very obedient. He even subconsciously hugged Xia Tian with his hands.

After gently placing Yun Qing on the bed, Xia Tian finally let her go, then grabbed her fair and tender hand and checked her physical condition.

"Sister Yunqing, are you okay?" Xia Tian asked. Although he had noticed that Yunqing's breathing was stable and her heart rate had returned to normal, he was still a little worried.

"I'm fine." Yun Qing shook her head. She leaned against the head of the bed, her eyes a little vague, as if she was recalling something.

"Sister Yunqing, can I help you cure your claustrophobia?" Xia Tian asked again.

"No, I'm not sick." Yun Qing refused.

Xia Tian was a little confused: "But, Sister Yunqing, the symptoms you just had are indeed claustrophobia, and I just checked carefully, and there is indeed a small problem with your brain nerves. This problem makes you lose control occasionally."

"I said I'm not sick!" Yun Qing was a little annoyed. She suddenly got out of bed and walked outside. "I'm going back to my room!"

"Sister Yunqing, this is your room!" Xia Tian flashed behind Yunqing, put his arms around her waist, and prevented her from leaving.

Yun Qing did not struggle, but said unhappily: "This is your room, not my room!"

"Sister Yunqing, you are my wife, and my room is your room!" Xia Tian replied.

"I'm not..." Yun Qing wanted to refute, but she took back the second half of the sentence and softened her tone, "I want to be alone."

"But there's someone else in your room, how can you be quiet?" Xia Tian was a little puzzled.

"Am I not able to rest peacefully here with you either?" Yun Qing said a little annoyed.

"Sister Yunqing, you can pretend that I don't exist." Xia Tian said seriously.

"You..." Yun Qing didn't know what to say for a moment, and then sighed helplessly, "Okay, I won't go over, you let me go, I want to sleep for a while."

"I'll sleep with you." Xia Tian giggled, then carried Yun Qing to the bed and let Yun Qing lie in his arms. Then, his hands moved from Yun Qing's waist to hers, not to take advantage of her, but to her head.

"Sister Yunqing, let me massage your head so you can sleep better." Xia Tian said as he gently massaged Yunqing's head. Of course, he didn't just want Yunqing to sleep better, but also wanted to relieve Yunqing's phobia.

Yun Qing closed her eyes, but there were always a few scenes lingering in her mind. But soon, she felt a wave of drowsiness coming over her, her brain started to feel a little confused, and before she knew it, she fell into a deep sleep.

Looking down at Yun Qing's pretty face, Xia Tian said to himself: "Should I open a casino specifically to win a wife?"

Ground group base.

Mu Han was sitting in her own office. On the surface, she was reading documents, but in fact, she was a little distracted. If someone saw her expression, they would most likely realize that she was thinking about men.

Mu Han did miss men. Naturally, there was only one man she thought of, and that was Xia Tian. When Xia Tian was around, she always felt at ease. Now that Xia Tian was not around, she always seemed to have a little uneasy feeling in her heart.

The sudden rang of a rapid telephone call woke Mu Han up. Looking at the three telephones not far away, Mu Han frowned slightly. The phone that rang was the dedicated line of the team leader, and now it was naturally her dedicated line.

But this phone is somewhat special because few people know this number. In a sense, it is an emergency contact number. Once this phone rings, it is often an agent from the ground team who is in danger and requests support.

Mu Han answered the phone immediately: "I'm Mu Han!"

"I want to find the team leader!" A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of anxiety in it.

"I am the current leader of the ground team." Mu Han explained, and then asked, "Who are you?"

"Are you the team leader? Where is Sun Bowen?" The person on the other end seemed a little suspicious.

"He is no longer in the field team. Who are you?" Mu Han's voice was a little serious. Basically, all the agents in the field team should know that she has taken over the field team. Only a very small number of people cannot be contacted for some reason and may not know about this. Could the person who called be one of those people?

"I'm Mole No. 3." The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, "Are you really the current leader of the ground team? I want to see you!"

"Mole No. 3?" Mu Han's tone changed slightly, "Where are you?"

Mole No. 3 is naturally just a code name. The so-called mole is an undercover agent sent directly by the ground group. In fact, there are very few undercover agents directly under the ground group, because the undercover agents are basically managed by the yellow group.

After Mu Han took over the ground team, she had read the information of the undercover agents in the ground team. She naturally remembered Mole No. 3, who was an undercover agent who had been lurking in a terrorist organization for nearly ten years. Over the years, he had passed dozens of important terrorist attack intelligence to the ground team.

"I'm in the capital." Ground Rat No. 3 said quickly, "There's a traitor in the ground group. My identity may have been exposed. Someone is hunting me now. I must see you as soon as possible!"

"In that case, you should hurry back to the base!" Mu Han said after thinking for a while.

"No, I can't go back!" There was fatigue in the hoarse voice of Mole No. 3, "There is a traitor in the base. I'm afraid I will be assassinated before I go back. I must hand over the information I have to you first. They are preparing for a large-scale terrorist attack. I have a specific attack plan. Come here quickly and I will give you the information. I will go back after you find the traitor!"

"Are you sure there is a traitor in our group?" Mu Han couldn't help but take this matter seriously.