She started to explain, afraid he would misunderstand her reluctance to leave this place.
But what about this man?
He didn’t even look at her. After coming out of the child’s room, he went straight to the kitchen, clattering around, not knowing what he was looking for.
Ye Ning noticed his complexion earlier—it was awfully pale, and there seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. She recalled overhearing him in the bathroom mentioning he wasn’t feeling well, so she couldn’t help but come over: "Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?"
This time, he replied quickly.
Ye Ning heard him, but didn’t know what to do, contemplating whether to go in and take another look. However, his tone was so cold, such distance and chill; not to mention checking on him, even asking a question felt like she was clinging to him.
So she bit her lip and finally picked up her phone, ready to leave.
But just at that moment, the man in the kitchen suddenly leaned on the refrigerator door, bent over, and rushed over to the kitchen sink to vomit: "Ugh—"
Ye Ning was startled upon hearing this from the living room, and hurriedly rushed over, turning on the kitchen light: "What happened to you? Why are you vomiting?"
No one answered her; the only response was the man’s painful retching and the constant stream of vomit from his mouth.
It was all the wontons he had eaten tonight, carrying a strong sour taste. God knows what the hell she put in them?
Ou Mucen vomited to the point of trembling, the burning pain in his stomach coupled with the relentless surge of nausea felt like something was stirring violently inside, causing him great agony.
Ye Ning was terrified by his condition, abandoning her bag and phone, as clueless as a headless fly, only knowing to keep patting him on the back: "You must’ve eaten something wrong, your stomach is already weak, so don’t eat random things anymore, what do we do now? What do we do?"
That... crazy woman, does she even realize who cooked this stuff he puked out? She still dares to blame him?
Does she know he had decided not to eat it, but she insisted he must finish it?
The man leaning on the sink vomited even more fiercely...
He vomited for a full five minutes; finally, tasting the bitterness in his mouth, with nothing left to expel. The man, as if having returned from the brink of hell, looked weakly with a face like he’d been dredged from water, at this damned woman beside him.
He really was about to collapse, vomiting like he’d been emptied out; anyone would feel unbearable.
Luckily, at this moment the woman proved quite capable. Hearing him ask to help him back, she immediately nodded with her face turned pale from fright and reached out to put his arm over her shoulder.
Then the two of them, supporting each other, came out from the kitchen.
"Where do you want to go? The bedroom? Or..."
"To the sofa. I’ll rest for a moment; later I need to make crafts for Xiaobao." He spoke with his eyes closed, his body exuding weariness through his clothes.
Ye Ning saw, glanced at the still chaotic pile on the table, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately really helped him onto the couch in the living room.