Like Love But Not

Luo Yuchen was quite silent all the way home, which made me feel that something was wrong. I didn't realize it was wrong until I got home and turned on the lights.

His whole face was a terrible paleness, and the color of his lips was also frightening. It suddenly occurred to me that he hadn't eaten anything from morning till night.

He has a bad stomach and doesn't know how to take care of it. He often suffered from stomach pains when he was young.Later, when I was with me, I took good care of him every day and forced him to eat and recuperate normally. He got better, but today he committed another crime.

What's worse, he actually opened the refrigerator and took out a can of cold beer and started pouring it himself.

Master, my stomach hurts, can it be calmed by ice?

I am very angry. Is he excessively lacking in common sense, or is he just looking for self-torture?

Sure enough, halfway through the drink, his stomach began to protest against him, and he suddenly twitched in pain, and the beer fell to the ground.

He bent over, put his right hand against his stomach, and cold sweat began to fall from his forehead.

I subconsciously wanted to help him, and as my hands passed through his body, I realized that there was nothing I could do to help him.

He stumbled and finally fell on the sofa, and immediately curled up in a corner, his hands tightly covering his stomach and began to moan uncontrollably.

"Uh... ah..." He held his head up, trying to breathe heavily as if he was drowning, sweat was dripping, and the veins on his neck were bulging.There wasn't much flesh on his body, and his stomach twitched so much that it could be clearly seen from the outside of his clothes. He hugged his stomach tightly, as if he was going through a torture.

I was going crazy, but there was nothing I could do.Xia Mingxiu is far away in LA, and I can't touch anything. The only hope now is that Luo Yuchen calls the doctor himself, but even though Luo Yuchen is in severe pain, he has no idea of ​​calling for help.

My side was like an ant on a hot pot, while Luo Yuchen over there actually fell off the sofa and rolled left and right on the ground in pain.I've never seen him in so much pain that tears would flow down his face. Then he started to convulse all over his body and retched a few times, but he couldn't spit out anything.His face was terribly pale, I wanted to hug him, I called him, but it was useless, I could only watch him toss and suffer.

He just kept hurting like this until his voice was hoarse, his strength was exhausted, and he fell to the floor in a daze.He spit out a few mouthfuls of acid water in the middle, staining his face and clothes, and he didn't care about it anymore, just half-awake, holding his stomach and throbbing.

I called him, I told him not to sleep, I was worried that he would be in danger if he slept like this.

He didn't respond to me. I didn't realize for a while that he didn't respond to me because he couldn't hear me. I just thought he was completely unconscious and scared to death. I couldn't help but slapped his face desperately, and then hugged him.

By the time I realized in horror what I had just done, he had already been carried to the couch by me.

I'm dead, how can I touch him?

I thought I was sleepwalking, but he's actually gone from the floor to the couch now, and I'm holding him over.

I raised my hand to touch myself, and as if I was alive, I touched my face.

There is no temperature, but there is texture.

Then I touched the sofa and coffee table, and I could touch them!

I really don't know where the Grim Reaper or something else is trying to play tricks on me, but at this moment I am really grateful to them from the bottom of my heart.

No matter what, save Luo Yuchen first.

I immediately dialed the emergency number of the hospital. As soon as the other party got through, I hurriedly yelled at him about the situation on our side.

However, from the opposite side came the sweet and puzzled voice of the nurse on duty: "Hello, this is the Central Hospital of S City, please speak."

"Can't you hear me?" I yelled almost hoarsely.

"Hello, please speak..."

I was at a loss with the phone, what to do, no one alive in the hospital could hear me.I immediately hung up the phone and got up immediately, ready to go out to call for someone, but I only remembered when I was pulled by an invisible force. My movement range was only about three meters around Luo Yuchen.

So, even if I'm suddenly able to miraculously hit things, it's still pretty grim.

His face was pale, he kept twitching and shaking, and let out a low whimper.

I had no choice but to use my usual method of taking care of his stomach pain. I opened the drawer and looked for it. Fortunately, the medicines I had prepared before were still there. I quickly boiled hot water, heated some milk, and then pounded some ginger and brown sugar. boil water.

When I came over with medicine and hot milk, he just woke up, but he was still delirious with pain.

"Cold..." he said hoarsely.

I can't feel the temperature now, but according to my memory, the heating of this room in winter can only be hot and not cold, but Luo Yuchen should be consuming too much, so it turns out to be cold.

I was so distressed that I cursed myself for my mistake, quickly grabbed the thick blanket next to him and wrapped him up, carefully supported him halfway in my arms, and coaxed him, "Come on, take some medicine and it won't hurt." gone."

He was drowsy, ignored me, and just said to himself: "Xiao Heng, I'm cold..."

It was as if something exploded in my ear.

He just called my name in a low voice, that's all, but I completely surrendered in an instant.

I hugged him tightly uncontrollably, knowing that my body could no longer give him a little warmth, but I still wanted to hug him, as if he could be warmer this way.

He was in my arms, although he was pale, but he was as handsome and charming as ever.

I just realized that I miss the feeling of being able to put my arms around him, so much.

"Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng, I'm cold..." He was still rambling, a bit like a lost child who saw his family and suddenly cried aggrievedly.

"I know, I know," I didn't know why he was crying, but I knew he was in pain, I knew he was cold, so I coaxed him: "Then, drink some milk and you won't be cold."

I don't know if he was conscious of what he was doing, but he managed to gulp down both the medicine and the milk.

My hands were cold, so I warmed a towel with hot water, covered the painful place from under the clothes, and rubbed it gently.He leaned in my arms, his brows were not as tangled as before.

When I was going to change towels, he pulled me and called my name.

He said, "Xiao Heng, don't go..."

I said, "I'm not leaving."

He said, "Don't go," and then wept again.

I looked at him, my heart ached unbearably, and I couldn't help but want to hug him again, although I still didn't.

Holding him, I don't want to let go, repeating the same mistakes, not to mention I'm dead, no matter how much I miss him, it's of no use.

I got the first aid kit and continued to rub his stomach while I worked on the scrape on his forehead.

When he rolled on the ground before, he hit his head on the foot of the table and didn't know it.

After a while, I fed him ginger syrup again, and when he finally slept more peacefully, I began to help him clean up the mess he made in the house when he was in severe pain.After I finished everything, I looked up and saw that it was past three o'clock in the morning, so I stood up again to cook porridge for him.Anyway, I don't need to rest.

Make it for him to eat in the morning, and it will hurt again if he doesn't eat well.

After I finished cooking, I went back to the living room, covered Luo Yuchen with the quilt, and sat next to him to watch his sleeping face.