Three girls carried Yin Tian to the bed, where he lay with a distorted expression, appearing to be in immense pain.
"What... what's happened to him!"
Ye Qinghuang had never seen Yin Tian like this before and was suddenly at a loss, turning to Su Qinwei for help.
Su Qinwei, however, seemed to be quite accustomed to Yin Tian in this state.
"It's nothing, this guy is often like this, as long as..."
As she spoke, Su Qinwei suddenly blushed and fell silent.
Ye Qinghuang, failing to notice the expression on Su Qinwei's face, continued to press her for an answer, "As long as what?"
"As long as... we hold his hand, or hug him, then he'll be fine..."
Su Qinwei's voice was very soft, and her cheeks reddened more as she spoke.
Ye Qinghuang still hadn't noticed Su Qinwei's expression, "What's that? Qinwei, I didn't catch that."
"Just like this will do..."
As Chen Yu spoke, she had already stretched out her hand and grasped Yin Tian's.
