Chapter 679：

Chapter 679

With a bang, Qiao’s forehead hit He Yunting’s collarbone, and the pain caused her to shrink, but He Yunting didn’t seem to feel the pain at all. He was breathing heavily and trembled all over, as if holding on to a life-saving straw. As Qiao Yi, he kept whispering: "I didn't want to hide from you, but I didn't think about how to say it.

Do you hate me?

Don’t hate me, can you?

What do you want to know, I said, I said all, as long as you don’t leave me. "

At the end, the man’s voice was almost pleading.

He Yunting's image in front of her has always been tall and omnipotent. Such a scene of praying for a sense of security like a little baby made Qiao stunned for a long time, without regaining his senses.

Inexplicably, she thought of the scene where the little dolphin stretched out his hand and begged her for a hug.

After a while, seeing that He Yunting's emotions calmed down, she reached out and patted the top of his head, soothing the 1.9-meter-long big man like a little dolphin.

"Don't think about it, I never said I would leave you."

"Then why don't you hug me?"

He Yunting's little dolphin upper body, Qiao Yi even felt that his words just now had a little milky voice.

Helpless, turned around and hugged, He Yunting pinched her waist and pressed the person on him.

"Then you didn't kiss me either."

Qiao Yi: "..."

...Is this person really claustrophobic? Not a lie?

I was thinking, when He Yunting whispered, "Before, when I was a child, I was afraid of the dark, and my mother kissed me, so I was not afraid."

Qiao was stunned for a moment, and he was bloodied by He Yunting's words.

This is definitely He Yunting, isn’t it the little dolphin? Qiao was so soft-hearted, where he was afraid of getting He Yunting to compare her to his mother, touched He Yunting's face and kissed him.

Kissing is the best soothing agent in the world.

Long eyelashes trembled and opened, and the place he could see was still dark, but his fear of darkness gradually faded.

The frantic heartbeat also slowly returned to normal levels. He no longer sweats, and his general weakness has improved.

He knew that only his Joe Joe could cure him.

It was his angelic tearing a hole in this dark world, letting light in.

"No, your hand hurts." She pushed his chest down and rolled off him.

Followed a handful of his own back waist, it was slippery, and he got to the nose and smelled it, it was blood.

"Your hands must be bandaged immediately. There are candles outside, wait for me..."

"No, I don't pack, don't go." He Yunting refused, reaching out and grabbing her anxiously.

His voice is much calmer than before, and Joe was taken aback, and asked tentatively, "How are you?"

"Well, okay, some."

Qiao didn’t believe it, he moved his head over, put it on his cold forehead, and touched and touched his hand again, the temperature did rise again.

How is this going?

Is claustrophobia still good enough?

Hahahahahahaha, for the relatives, there is nothing that a relative can't handle. If there is, then two~

(End of this chapter)