The old man's eyes were very turbid, with a heart-pounding silence. The ventilator covers its lower half of its face, with only violent breathing sounds, but no white mist appears on the mask.

"Oh, you are in good spirits, and your illness will definitely be cured." Yu Xing smiled at the old man, no, the old ghost smiled kindly and helped it cover the quilt back with thoughtfulness.

——Covered the head.

Yu Xingduan retreated straight and moved under the quilt again, as if he was patient with something, but in the end he endured it and returned to silence.

Zhao Yijiu: "You must..." Provoke this?

He gave up without asking. He knew the answer. It was normal for Yu Xing to provoke this, but... he planned to expose himself completely. Aren't he pretending to be pure in front of the audience?

Yu Xing came back with a happy look and said arrogantly: "Look at this old man is so energetic, can't I help him breathe?"

Zhao Yijiu didn't know why he wanted to take this incident: "Then you can cover his head."

"The temperature here is a bit low, so you must keep it warm after you breathe."

"You really deserve a beating."

"Hey," Yu Xing's eyes lit up, "Do you do not need Tianjin dialect? We are like talking crosstalk like this."

"..." Zhao Yi said wine, "Get out."

Yu Xing rolled under the bed.

Not only did he get out by himself, he also wanted to pull Zhao Yijiu together: "No more poverty, no more poverty, the dean is coming soon, you hide quickly."
Chapter completed!