Chapter 207 (1/2)

An Ziyan's mouth is in a beautiful radian. In the mirror of the toilet, she stares at her thin lips with a silly smile.

After a long time, an Ziyan walked out of the toilet and went back to ye ChuChu's ward. Only when she came to her ward some distance away, he heard her roar in horror.

An Ziyan's heart clattered and began to run towards ye ChuChu's ward.

”ChuChu, calm down, ChuChu, calm down...” Tang Shi tried his best to pacify ye ChuChu.

However, the effect is counterproductive, ye ChuChu because of his close, struggle more severe, the wrist of the needle were freed, randomly fell to one side, red blood constantly from her eyes.

But ye ChuChu didn't seem to feel it. When he looked at the Tang Dynasty, his eyes were red, and his face looked like fear and resentment. His little mouth mechanically repeated, ”roll... Roll... Roll...”

Tang Shiji couldn't do it, but he didn't have the slightest way. He couldn't get close to ye ChuChu at all. At this time, an Ziyan, who was panting heavily, pushed the door open.

An Ziyan was also slightly shocked, but when he saw Tang Shi's figure, he immediately became angry. But when he didn't have time to manage Tang Shi, he rushed to ye ChuChu and tried to wake her up, ”ChuChu, don't be afraid, ChuChu, I'm an Ziyan, don't be afraid...”

Ye ChuChu seems to have lost his mind, and his eyes are confused. He only knows how to struggle in a random way. He has no spirit in his small face. He only knows how to repeat a word numbly, ”roll... Roll...”

An Ziyan looks at the blood flow of Ye ChuChu's wrist. A white wrist is dyed red. An Ziyan immediately hugs ye ChuChu, but she is still struggling.

An Ziyan's eyes were red with anxiety. Regardless of Tang Shi, who was standing beside him, he cried out: ”doctor... Go and call a doctor...”

In Tang Dynasty, he was just like waking up from a dream. He was looking forward to running, and his face was pale and frightening.

For almost a while in the ward, an Ziyan's body and ye ChuChu's body became bloodstained, but an Ziyan still held ye ChuChu tightly, and her body pressed her thin body, trying to imprison her actions.