Chapter 678：

Chapter 678

Joe looked for his hand and touched it up.

He Yunting more than one hand was cold, his whole body was as if he was fished out of ice water, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. Shaking uncontrollably, the heavy breathing sound was as alarming as a bellows.

Qiao sank, and shook 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 yelling at all.

Although she doesn’t know the specific cause of He Yunting’s claustrophobia, isn’t this disease in general, fear of the dark?

She decisively got up and touched in the direction of the stove. With a click, the light blue flame soared up. Although the flame was not strong, it finally made a star of light in the dark and invisible room.

At this time, she could see that He Yunting was actually lying on the ground with broken tiles.

The man half leaned against the cupboard, his eyes closed tightly, his complexion was painful, and a blush on his hands stinged Qiao Yi’s eyes.

"My God, you are hurt."

She quickly took off her pajamas and carefully swept away the broken tiles surrounding He Yunting.

Then he checked his palm for the first time, and saw ugly finger-long scars blooming in the palm, and blood was bleeding outwards.

Qiao Yi's heart is almost broken.

"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 hair on his head, used a rubber band to tie He Yunting's wrist, and briefly stopped the bleeding.

Then stretched his hand through He Yunting's neck, trying to pick him up.

At this moment, He Yunting suddenly moved.

Regardless of the injury on his hand, he took Qiao Yi's arm and slammed the person into his arms.

"You are finally back."

As soon as he was caught off guard, Joe lost his weight and fell into his arms.

A wet stick on the wrist, as soon as Joe knew it was blood.

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

He Yunting turned a deaf ear, thinking that as soon as Qiao was about to leave, his men tightened a bit, holding her tightly, and his waist was almost cut off.

A cold lip swept against Joe’s ear, and he kept whispering, “Don’t leave me, Jojo, I’m 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, in He's elevator, she had experienced his illness once. Knowing the general symptoms of his illness, she would have been unconscious now.

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

After a while, the man murmured and asked, "Why, I'm a little behaved?"

Joe tilted his head and pondered on his face, seeming to reward him for his good behavior: "Let go of me first."

He Yunting heard it, and subconsciously squeezed people tight. Joe didn't say a word, and waited for a while, only then did the confinement on his body slowly loosen.

"Hey, tell me, why are you uncomfortable?"

He Yunting didn't want Qiao to leave and lied to her that he was all right.

Qiao didn't believe it, he reached out his hand and touched his forehead. It was obviously in cold sweat, how could it be okay.

"Where did Zhao Yi give you the medicine? Where did it go?" As he said, Qiao was about to go outside to get the medicine together. As a result, before he stood up on one leg, He Yunting once again grabbed his arm and hugged him back. .

"No, there is no medicine. You are my medicine, baby, I was wrong. Don't leave me."

(End of this chapter)