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Chapter 93

    As soon as Yan He came in, he knew which compartment Qiao Qing was locked in.

    Of course, as long as you are not a fool, you can guess when you see the things against the door.

    "Qiao Qing, Qiao Qing, are you in?"

    Yan He stepped forward and knocked on the door.

    Then hurriedly moved the things in front of the door,

    Meng Ruihe glanced at them with dark eyes, stepped forward to help Yan He move the things away together.

    Not knowing what's going on with Qiao Qing, Yan He's frowning brows did not relax a bit, but instead he pursed his lips tightly, his eyes filled with concern.

    This matter happened suddenly, before he let out the news, how could someone bully Qiao Qing.

    Originally, I wanted to ask Qiao Qing about the Tiantai. Only the two of them knew what happened that day. Why did it spread, and it was a bit outrageous.

    It's just that now this idea has not been thrown into any corner.

    There was no movement from inside, and the movements of the two people accelerated a lot.

    There was also a trace of tension in Meng Ruihe's eyes, but he didn't realize it.

    As soon as he opened the door, what Yan He saw was Qiao Qing's face as pale as snow. She was leaning against the partition tightly, her eyes were tightly closed, and she looked very uncomfortable. The long hair that was originally covered was wet on her shoulders. superior.

    His eyes were full of tension, and he stretched out his arms to hug Qiao Qing, "Qiao Qiao, are you okay?"

    Qiao Qing opened her eyes with some discomfort, she saw that it was Yan He, and she also noticed Meng Ruihe beside her from the corner of her eye.

    With a flash of light in his eyes, he forcefully pushed away Yan He's embrace.

    "I'm fine."

    The soft voice was weak and hoarse.

    Anyone who looked at Qiao Qing's appearance would not believe what she said was all right.

    Yan He didn't understand why Qiao Qing would reject him like this, since he was doing well not long ago, he didn't believe the outside talk about empathy, let alone what Qiao Qing said himself.

    I have my own judgment in my heart.

    While daydreaming, he held Qiao Qing's arm.

    "You're a little weak now, I'll take you to the infirmary."

    Qiao Qing's act of resistance just now made Yan He dare not get too close.

    "It's okay, I'm fine, I can do it myself."

    Qiao Qing pursed her lips, and she stretched out her hand to support the things around her, barely standing still.

    Without borrowing Yan He's strength, Yan He withdrew his hand somewhat disappointed.

    Coming out of it, Qiao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then her legs gave way, and she was about to fall to the ground.

    Yan He was a few steps away, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward to help Qiao Qing.