Tiger and rabbit in the same cage

Just as Qi Ping expected, his sense of taste began to go out of balance.Not just the sense of taste, but also the sense of smell, with changes in both senses at a time.

He didn't want to worry Zhuo Yi, after all, losing his sense of smell and taste didn't have a significant impact on his life, so he didn't explain his situation to Zhuo Yi.

The disorder of taste and smell brought him as much pain as hearing disorder.

In the next few days, he smelled various mixed smells from time to time.If it is the aroma of Zhuoyi cooking or the smell of Zhuoyi, it is a kind of enjoyment for him, but most of what he smells is the metallic smell in this world made of metal, or the smell of plastic, The taste of all kinds of energy.

These smells are very pungent, like inhaling poisonous gas, which made him long for himself to stop breathing.

Whenever his sense of smell happened, he would lie down on the sofa with an excuse, then cover his face with Zhuo Yi's clothes and pretend to be asleep, and occasionally he would secretly fetch Zhuo Yi's underwear when Zhuo Yi was not paying attention.

Although thinking about it carefully, he also felt that he was quite perverted, but he could only use this behavior to divert the pain.

Anosmia disorder is only a physical pain for Qi Ping, but taste disorder is not only a physical pain, but it also brings him a lot of psychological pressure.

When he suffered from dysgeusia, he couldn't distinguish the taste of food. Sometimes he tasted nothing in his mouth, but sometimes he felt nauseous as if he had eaten hard food. He almost spit out the food several times.

But he forced himself not to vomit, and swallowed it no matter how disgusting it tasted, because these were all the meals Zhuo Yi cooked for him.

He would never throw away what Zhuo Yi gave him. Zhuo Yi gave him so much, how could he let Zhuo Yi down?

Not even a little bit, he couldn't bear it, he couldn't let it go.

For dinner, Zhuo Yi cooked four dishes and one soup, all of which were Qi Ping's favorite dishes.

Zhuo Yi added another bowl of rice to Qi Ping. Qi Ping looked at the dishes with excitement on his face, although there were only four dishes, but he looked happy as if there were countless delicacies in front of him.

"It must be delicious." Qi Ping sniffed, holding the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, "I am so happy to eat the food you cook."

Zhuo Yi smiled at him, compared the food on the table and signaled to put down the chopsticks, and picked up the bowl himself.

Seeing Qi Ping grilling rice with a smile, Zhuo Yi felt very satisfied. Being able to cook for the people he likes is simply one of his greatest enjoyments every day.

Thinking of the person he likes eating his full love, and turning his love into energy in his body, he is so happy that he wants to wag his tail like Wang Fugui.

But what he didn't know was that although Qi Ping was also happy to be able to eat the meals he cooked, he also tried his best to endure the feeling of nausea while forcing a smile.

Qi Ping swallowed the carrot scrambled eggs without chewing, and praised: "Mmm, it's delicious."

"Really?" Zhuo Yi put down the bowl and took the reader aside and wrote, "Then eat more."

Qi Ping nodded with a smile, picked up another chopstick Zhuo Yi cooked for him, and tried hard to swallow it.

Qi Ping couldn't help nausea, and even spat out a mouthful of rice, but he covered his face with a bowl so Zhuo Yi couldn't see it.

Today's taste disorder reaction has intensified, and he has already had nausea several times, and he would have almost vomited it up if he hadn't relied on his extraordinary willpower.

No, this is the meal that Zhuo Yi spent so much time cooking for him, it cannot be wasted.Qi Ping smiled and ate what he spit out again.

It was hard, but he was very happy. He promised that even if Zhuo Yi used his mental power to feel his mental fluctuations, his mental fluctuations would still be pleasant.

However, Qi Ping thought that Zhuo Yi didn't notice his reaction at all, but he forgot that he couldn't hear his own voice, but Zhuo Yi could hear it clearly.

Just when he covered his face with a bowl to suppress his nausea, Zhuo Yi heard it.

"Qi Ping?" Zhuo Yi looked at Qi Ping suspiciously, and wrote on the reader, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's a little uncomfortable." The desire to vomit in his body couldn't be suppressed, and Qi Ping knew that he couldn't be brave now.He forced a smile and said, "I'm pregnant with your child, and I'm having morning sickness."

what!

Zhuo Yi could fully express his astonishment without writing, and said in surprise, "Me, mine?"

Looking at the shape of his mouth, Qi Ping saw his problem, nodded seriously, and said, "Yes, your child."

Seeing his swearing, Zhuo Yi felt that his view of the world had been refreshed, and hurriedly wrote: "But we didn't really do it!" He was so surprised that he had already forgotten the fact that even if they did it, they would not get pregnant.

Qi Ping shook his head, with a happy and slightly shy expression, and said, "But I drank yours the day before yesterday."

"What!" When did it happen!Is it the one in the morning, the one at noon, the one in the afternoon, or the one in the evening?

"We're going to have cubs, well, I rescued the cubs from the black hole." Qi Ping happily touched his flat and firm abdominal muscles, "I must get well quickly, so that the cubs can get better soon." When I cry, I can quickly hug them, feed them and change their diapers."

"I, I will be responsible. I will go to work to raise the cubs and make them happy children." Zhuo Yi grabbed Qiping's hand seriously, "I will be a good father."

"Thank you, the cubs must be very happy to have a responsible father like you." Qi Ping looked at the serious and sincere Zhuo Yi in front of him, smiled softly, and thought that this should be regarded as a escape.

It couldn't be better to have a naive boyfriend, and the problem was smoothed over.

Qi Ping was forced by Zhuo Yi to lie down and rest, and the dinner came to an end temporarily.

Lie flat on the mattress and watch Zhuo Yi pack up his things, but still can't suppress the feeling of nausea.Several times, the food reached his throat, and he swallowed it with difficulty.

But the last time he couldn't bear it anymore, he covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom.

It's so disgusting, I really want to vomit, but these are the meals that Zhuo Yi cooked for him... Zhuo Yi made them hard... Zhuo Yi made them for him...

He tried to suppress his physical impulse with his thoughts and thoughts, and the tears flowed uncontrollably, so he knelt in front of the toilet and covered his mouth with tears streaming down his face.

Just then, he was shot twice on the back.Looking back, it was Zhuo Yi who was looking at him worriedly.

Zhuo Yi didn't know what he said, he couldn't understand it, he just felt Zhuo Yi pat him very gently.

"If you feel uncomfortable, spit it out, it's okay, I will clean it up." Zhuo Yi wrote.

Qi Ping shook his head, trying to hold back.

"Don't hold back, it will be more comfortable to spit out."

"But you cooked it for me, how can I be willing... how can I be sorry for you..." Qi Ping cried.

Zhuo Yi didn't say anything, didn't even write any words, just hugged him, continued to pat him on the back, and kissed him affectionately.

Zhuo Yi's tolerance was conveyed to Qi Ping's heart even without words, and Qi Ping finally couldn't help it, and cried and vomited out everything, tearing up.

The food he just ate was almost undigested, and even he swallowed it without daring to bite, the food was still intact.

He didn't absorb any of the energy Zhuo Yi gave him.

He watched Zhuo Yi tidy up for him, crying like a child who made a mistake: "I'm sorry for you...I've been dragging you down...Zhuo Yi, I'm sorry for you..."

Zhuo Yi didn't say anything, just took a hot towel to wipe his face clean, didn't dislike him for throwing up just now, and kissed his lips.

Zhuo Yi's lips moved during the kiss, and he said something.Qi Ping couldn't hear it, but he could read it and even feel it.

Zhuo Yi said "I love you".

Two days later, Qi Ping officially lost his sense of smell and taste.

In his world, there is no fragrance, no smell, no ups and downs, much less the sweet taste in Zhuo Yi's mouth when kissing.

But he thought to himself that he could vaguely feel the taste, and always felt that the tears that flowed out during the kiss were different from the one he tasted during the first kiss that day, and were bitter.

All he has left is vision and touch, and he has to grasp and feel every minute and every second of Zhuo Yi.