When Ye Xingguang's vision finally stopped blurring and his stomach was not hurting so much, he was already in the car. Ye Junqing drove the car, holding the steering wheel in one hand, and touching her face from time to time with the other hand. He didn't know who was saying this to in his earplugs: "Yes, I don't have a fever, I rolled down the stairs, and then vomited, sweating profusely. I don't know if there was any concussion."

When Ye Junqing touched her face with her hands, her palms, which were usually warm, were biting cold and cold, making Ye Xingguang shivering. She couldn't help complaining: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Ye Junqing was still on the phone with someone, and he didn't know what sound came from the headset. He said, "Okay, at most, wait for me at the door of the emergency room!"

Ye Junqing had already stepped on the accelerator of the car to the bottom. After midnight, he stopped the traffic lights and there were not many cars on the road. He drove the car and was photographed with speeding several times without caring. He moved the headset, turned off the call, and reached out to rub her hair.

"Your hands are so cold." Ye Xingguang grabbed his palm with his back hand and found that his palms were covered with sweat.

Ye Junqing ignored her, and he felt very uncomfortable. In fact, his condition was not suitable for driving, but he couldn't find a bodyguard in the middle of the night. It would be a waste of time when they arrived, so Ye Junqing could only support his willpower and concentrate on driving.

The woman around her was like poison, stimulating his desire for her, and Ye Junqing could only force herself not to look at her.

Ye Xingguang sat upright, and there was a bad smell in her mouth, so she looked for paper to wipe her mouth in the car.

At this moment, her vision became clear and her stomach no longer hurt. After vomiting, her stomach felt comfortable. She felt that she was fine now. She just had a little pain in her arms, which was caused by rolling down the stairs, but it was not particularly serious. She endured it and passed.

But he had sweat as big as beans on his forehead and fell down. Ye Xingguang took out a tissue and wiped his forehead.

Ye Junqing yelled at her: "Don't touch me!"

"I just want to sweat you."

"Stay away from me!" Ye Junqing breathed heavily.

Now, his internal organs seemed to be roasted on fire, and his limbs seemed to be thrown into the Arctic glacier. The blood in his body was boiling and clamoring, and he wanted to rush over and bit her into his stomach. She even reached out to seduce him!

However, Ye Xingguang was still wiping him, and Ye Junqing's low voice was hoarse: "I told you not to touch me!"

"What are you doing so loudly? Your forehead is full of sweat. I'll wipe your sweat."

Ye Xingguang's eyes turned red after saying that, and then, she seemed to react, covering his forehead with her hands and grabbing his arms with her hands. She found that he was cold and shaking all over, and exhaled in shock: "Did you... have your old disease attacked again? You stop the car, I'm fine, don't have to go to the hospital, now it's much better."

Ye Junqing ignored him and his speed had already shook the sky. His mind was full of the scene of her rolling down the stairs. He was still in shock. Why didn't he catch her at that time?

"Stop the car quickly. Be careful of overturning when driving so quickly. I'm really fine. Please let me drive."

Let her drive? Average speed of thirty yards, and you will slowly climb on the road like a snail?
Chapter completed!