Yang Qingqing couldn't worry about anything else. She pressed on Qin Yi's human acupoint, covering his mouth with one hand and helping him breathe.,Qin Yi frowned slightly, slowly opening one eye. He silently and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.,Floating clouds, a dog with gray fur, in my past life, I was just an insignificant ant in your eyes, but in this life, you will be crawling and trembling under my feet!。