Chapter 875：

Chapter 875

The first ray of sunlight in the morning is like an elf dancing in a pale yellow dress, and a kiss is lightly printed on He Yunting's cheek and forehead.

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

The window directly opposite was opened with a small slit, and the breeze was blowing in. The white curtains were blown in an elegant arc, floating quickly, and then slowly falling.

This is where?

He Yunting was confused for a moment.

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

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

This is the first time he has come into contact with Qiao Yi so real in his dream, her smooth skin and smooth long hair.

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

In the dream, he sticks to her for a moment, the strong smell makes him crazy.

What did he do? What did you say?

He can't remember it anymore.

Only remember that at the end, his Jojo kept kissing his forehead and cheek, coaxing him like a kid to sleep.

She said: "Be good, be quiet."

He Yunting sighed deeply, helplessly, he had been holding back for too long, and he would have such hallucinations while sleeping.

He straightened up on the bed, only then did he see Zhao Yi standing at the end of the bed, looking at him.

"when did you come!"

Thinking too deeply, he didn't realize that there was another person in this room. His eyes flashed for a while, and he immediately moved his gaze aside, for fear that Zhao would see any clues in 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 in bed?" He Yunting then realized 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 was obviously asked to lock him and put him in the water tank.

But now, not only is he lying on the bed, but the chains on his hands are also missing.

He doesn't have the strong healing ability of Joe Yi, and the wounds on his wrists that are worn by chains day after day are deeply visible, and now only a few shallow pink scars are healed.

"What did you do to me!" He straightened up with difficulty, and could only rely on two arms to prop up on the bed, so as not to fall down.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Zhao Yi rushed up and held him, "Isn't it messy enough!"

He stuffed the pillow behind He Yunting, told him to lean on, and yelled at him with a hatred of iron and steel: "There is still a bullet in your spine, you forgot!"

He Yunting pulled the quilt, covering him as much as possible, his face was not very good: "What's the matter?"

Zhao did not speak either, took a glass from the bedside table and handed it to him: "Drink this."

He Yunting did not answer, he looked suspiciously at the milky white unknown liquid and asked, "What is this?"

(End of this chapter)