Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 161 Do you cook for Ye Ling?

The bathroom door was open, and as soon as she entered, she heard the sound of the toilet flushing, thinking that he had almost vomited, so she slowed down her steps.

But as soon as she arrived at the door of the bathroom, Yan Xijue started to vomit again, and vomited violently.

Su An frowned slightly and walked in, with a calm expression at first, but panicked when he suddenly saw the dark red color in the toilet.

He is vomiting blood!

"Yan Xijue, how are you?" At that time, she didn't know what to do, so she knelt down beside him, patted his back with one hand, and pulled out a tissue with the other.

When she wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, Yan Xijue realized it was her, looked sideways, took the tissue, wiped it and threw it into the wastebasket.

Suppressing the discomfort, leaning against the side wall, barely opened his eyes to look at her, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

He stretched out his hand to rush away the dark red, Su Anqian didn't dare to look at it directly.

Frowning and looking at his pale face, "Go to the hospital, you can't go on like this."

Even though he was a man, vomiting blood like this was scary enough.

However, Yan Xijue smiled weakly, and his breathing gradually calmed down, "It's not like I haven't had one before, it'll be fine after I vomit."

Su Anqian took out a tissue and held it in his hand, "Ji Cheng went to get the medicine, if it doesn't work, go to the hospital."

He was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. When Su Anqian wanted to help him, he waved his hand, resisting the discomfort that came again, and tried to bend the corners of his mouth: "You go out first."

Su An frowned slightly, "I've never seen you in a mess, but I won't laugh at you. Doctor Di asked me to take care of you as best I can."

Yan Xijue smiled self-deprecatingly, "Who said that a married couple can enjoy a hundred days of love? Your relationship with anyone is better than mine."

This is already considered a relatively sensitive topic, but it seems that there is no objection when it is said at this time.

Instead, he actually had a feeling of sympathy.

Su An lowered his eyebrows slightly, didn't say anything, and didn't want to talk about these things with him. He didn't plan to have any intersection with him, but now it's out of the expected track.

"Let me help you, the ground is cold." She stretched out her hand.

Yan Xijue looked at her for a while, and shook her hand cooperatively, but the moment he wanted to stand up, a fishy smell surged out, and he didn't have time to let go of the hand holding her, and he didn't even have time to let go of his body Go to the toilet.

Su Anqian's heart was full, but he felt that his wrists were warm, and the clothes on his heart were also splashed with blood, and his low exclamation was stuck in his throat, his face was full of panic.

The hand was still tightly held by Yan Xijue, and she forgot to pull it back, and only tried to pass him a tissue, but felt that it was useless.

"I, I'm going to call the doctor!" She threw away the tissue, ignoring the blood on her body, and tried to stand up, but her legs went limp.

Yan Xijue grabbed the side of the toilet with one hand, very hard, his bony knuckles were pale, but he also tightened his grip on her.

"No need." His deep and fuzzy voice, because he vomited too much, lacked strength and blood, sounded soft and deep, "Maybe you are more effective than a doctor..."

"What are you talking about?" Su Anqian was really anxious, trying to pull her hand back with all her strength, "Do you know that you will die if you lose too much blood?!"

Yan Xijue slightly lowered his eyebrows, looked at her hand that was trying to withdraw, and looked at her for a long time before looking into her eyes, "Are you afraid?"

Because she was shaking.

Trembling from the fingers to the wrist, the face is slightly angry, or at a loss.

But he suddenly bent his mouth palely: "Worried?"

Su Anqian didn't speak.

Fortunately, Yan Xijue slowed down again, and looked at her with an inexplicable light smile, but this smile made people feel sad no matter what.

His eyes went from her face to the blood stains on her heart, and then looked at the hand held by him, it was scarlet, it was really embarrassing and bloody.

The reason why Yan Xijue was not in a hurry was because he knew his condition, firstly, he didn't reach the point of passing out, secondly, maybe he suppressed too much in the past two years, the blood he spit out should be detoxification, just right.

"Help me up." This time he finally whispered softly, and the ending sounded like a sigh because of his weakness.

Su Anqian's own legs were weak, and his hands were shaking. Instead of helping him up, he borrowed a lot of benefits from other people's tall and burly.

Standing up, Yan Xijue leaned against the wall by the sink for a while, looked at her hands, turned around, turned on the faucet to test the water temperature, and stretched out his hand to her: "Give me your hand."

Su Anqian was actually even more afraid that he would vomit suddenly again. When she came in, he vomited for the first time, and the next time it was three times. No matter how healthy the man was, he had to go to the hospital.

But the thing she had been nervous about didn't come.

And he had already rinsed his mouth, held her hand again, handed it under the faucet to wash her carefully.

Although Su Anqian is engaged in the chef industry, her hands are still fair and delicate, her nails are well manicured, without all kinds of nail polish, and she looks clean and comfortable.

Yan Xijue washed her over and over again, almost cleaning even the crevices of the nails, and in the end it was more like an infatuated caress.

She recovered and pulled her hand back.

Yan Xijue lost his hand, raised his gaze to look at her, and shook her again, "Worried about me?... Worried that I will die like this?"

Su An slightly frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The man smiled inaudibly, "Accordingly, you should dislike me very much. If something happens to me, are you happy?"

Su Anqian didn't bother to talk to him, "I'll bring you the porridge."

Yan Xijue didn't have the strength to stop her, so he leaned on the sink and watched her turn and leave, and slowly moved back to the bed by himself.

To be honest, it was the first time in two years that he felt the fragility of life, and the last time he vomited blood, he really didn't take it seriously, but this time it was different.

Especially, holding her hand in the palm of his hand, when she was so nervous that she trembled.

Sitting on the edge of the bed seemed strenuous, so he could only lean on the edge of the bed and watch her bring the porridge in.

"Drink the clear soup on top first." She passed the porridge over.

But Yan Xijue didn't move, looked at her, and said lightly: "I've vomited too much, I don't have the strength."

I can't even hold the porridge bowl.

She pursed her lips, and sat down on the edge of the bed, held the porridge in her hand, and scooped a spoonful of clear broth on the surface of the soup to warm his stomach first.

Yan Xijue cast his indifferent eyes on her face, even when he drank a sip of soup, he didn't look away.

She knew it, so she ignored it and focused on the porridge.

"It's delicious." He said suddenly.

Su An glanced at him shallowly, "There is still in the pot."

But Yan Xijue's focus is not here, he continued in a low voice: "I have been a chef for two years, compared to someone who had difficulty cooking noodles before, he is very good."

She still didn't talk to him, and handed the porridge to his mouth.

Yan Xijue drank it cooperatively, and then continued the topic, "Do you also cook at home?"

Su Anqian still didn't intend to speak, but this time when he handed the spoon to his mouth, he turned his face slightly to avoid it, and then asked lightly, "Cooking for Ye Ling?"

She finally frowned.

If it was in the past, when asking such questions, Yan Xijue must have frowned, depressed, and there was no lack of sullenness between his brows.

But not now, just calm, without anger, with a calm expression, only a pair of black eyes that are deeper than before.

Su An pursed her soft lips, and took another spoonful.

With porridge on his lips, Yan Xijue pursed his thin lips lightly, looked at her for a long time, finally opened his mouth to drink it, and then smiled faintly: "It seems that many men like women who can cook?"

The movements of Su Anqian's hands paused, and she closed her eyes slightly when she lowered her eyebrows. She didn't know what he meant by saying so much, and she didn't want to know.

"Drink it, and fill another bowl after drinking it." She said.

Yan Xijue originally wanted to drink more, but his newly injured stomach couldn't bear it, so he shook his head, "Take it easy."

"Okay." She also put down the bowl cooperatively.

But suddenly he heard Yan Xijue's slight displeasure: "What's wrong with your hand?"

In the next second, he grabbed the wrist. There was a clear red mark on the back of the hand, and the man frowned.

It was the other hand that washed her in the bathroom just now, and she never noticed that she was burned.

It wasn't broken, and it wasn't shocking, but it made people's heart twitch no matter how it was placed in her white and tender hands.

But she just said lightly, "It's okay, I accidentally got hot after dozing off."

The understated tone made Yan Xijue look at her for a long time, before he said in a low voice: "Go and rest."

Not in a negotiating tone, but with an order to let her go to rest.

Su Anqian wanted to say 'no' at first, but when she looked up and saw that his gaze was a bit strong, she nodded, "I'll leave when Ji Cheng comes back."

Yan Xijue frowned, "There is a room here, or..." He wanted to tell her to lie on the bed, but after thinking about it, it was not appropriate, so he didn't continue, but said: "See if there is any burn ointment in the living room .”

Su Anqian understood what he meant, so she smiled, "Got it, I'll sleep in the guest room."

In fact, she was a little surprised, if it was the former Yan Xijue, who cares if you are suitable or not?It is impossible to consider any difference between men and women.

She didn't even think about leaving just like that, in case something happened to him.

After cleaning up the kitchen, she leaned on the sofa in the living room.

When Ji Cheng came back, he moved very lightly, walked upstairs, and came down to look for her after listening to Mr. Yan's words, and found that she was already asleep, with nothing covered, only hugging a pillow.

(End of this chapter)