In the dark, quiet room, there was a low moan suddenly, Ye Zhihan's extremely painful expression, he moved his body, and his arms were raised to hug his head, making him hurt a little unbearable?

There was another series of low moans, and while holding his head in both hands, his handsome face in pain in the darkness was distorted. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He held his head in his hands and turned his body back and forth several times before he subconsciously opened his eyes.

It was dark in front of him, he couldn't see anything, which added to the pain in his head, he twisted his eyebrows fiercely, and slowly sat up from the bed, he couldn't see where he was, and he couldn't even feel that he was lying on the bed?

The bed was not big, he sat up, and while he had a headache, his body slid forward, and with a "poof", he rolled to the ground.

Although he fell from the bed to the floor, he still held his head in his hands as if he didn't feel it, and the pain made him shrink and lie on his side on the ground shivering.

In this position, he lasted for more than half an hour, and the shaking of his body gradually subsided.

With great effort, he reluctantly sat up from the ground, still holding his head in his hands, looking at the darkness in front of him, it was really dark here, and then he observed for a while, but he still couldn't see anything.

"Where is this?"

Ye Zhihan clenched his fists and slapped his forehead fiercely, feeling that his brain was chaotic, painful and uncomfortable, and he couldn't remember what happened?

Since he couldn't see anything here, he didn't bother to bother, so he put his two hands on his temples and pressed them hard, but he felt a sharp pain on the top of his head.

Choked, has this head been prying? What the hell is this dry head overhead? Of course, he couldn't have known, it was blood stains that had dried and stuck to his hair, and he touched it with his hand, but he felt that the top of his head hurt so much, it hurt!

It hurt so much that he didn't dare to fumble around, so he could only take his hand off the top of his head.

What is this place? How could I be here?

Can't remember, or can't remember?

In order to relieve the pain in his head, he moved again, allowing himself to sit cross-legged on the ground, and his hands pressed to his temples again.

What did he really want to remember? But the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt, and it hurt so much that he could only hold on to it again.

I feel like my head is going to crack! Why is this happening?

I thought about it for a while, but I didn't come up with a reason.

In order to make sense of all this, he endured the pain, got up from the ground, groped his hands forward, touched the wall, and continued to walk along the wall, and he touched a cold, rectangular giant thing, and he didn't know what he was touching. Without thinking too much, he continued to touch, and another thing hit his leg, and he bent down to feel that this was a bed, and he fell from it just now?

Ye Zhihan felt that the bed was soft, and he was a little tired, so he slowly sat on the bed.

It's night, and although his brain is chaotic now, and he really can't remember some things, he also knows that when the day dawns, he will know what this place is.

So he groped and slowly lay on the bed, in order to suppress the pain in his brain, he still held his head in his hands, curled his body, and barely let himself sleep. (To be continued.) )