Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

The kitchen is full of ingredients, they plan to live here for a while, Lu Yichao has always been good at cooking.

Shredded radish and scallion pancakes, fried in a frying pan until golden on both sides, the outer shell is crunchy, and the inside is still soft and sweet.

This stove was used by grandpa before, and Qi Yanqing would come back for a few days when he was very tired.

Lu Yichao started to heat up the oil, thinking that when they first got married, they came back to visit their grandpa. At that time, grandpa was standing here cooking, healthy and healthy, with happy eyebrows and smiling eyes.

"Yichao, we Qingqing can't cook, you have to take care of him, he doesn't cook."

"He is a picky eater, he likes to eat crunchy, sweet and refreshing things, ah, and those junk foods, fried or grilled."

Lu Yichao agreed without hesitation, with doting eyes, "Don't worry, Grandpa, I will make it for him in the future, and he will definitely gain ten catties next time we meet."

Grandpa Qi smiled, and then reminded: "I know you are busy too, remember to ask him a few more questions if he has eaten. He has a lot of problems! No one cares about him and he is too lazy to eat! How can you be perfunctory by yourself? into this."

"I don't like to eat." Lu Yichao said, looking back at someone who was leaning on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, "It's really a stinky problem, it should be called."

"Hahaha he went to school when he was a child, and I went on a trip with a group of old guys. When I came back, I found out that the school repaired the dormitory and had to go home for a week. Guess what he eats?"

Lu Yichao frowned, "What to eat?"

"Just eat some fruit, drink some milk, soy milk, etc., and have a takeaway box or two. I didn't want to trouble the neighbors, so I posted a note on the door saying that I was not there. Do you think this child can't take care of himself? Might be starving to death."

"I can't die of hunger." Qi Yanqing's clear voice sounded, "You two always talk about what I do when I cook."

Lu Yichao sighed, and smiled helplessly: "He just likes other people to accompany him, so we have to take care of it."

Grandpa Qi glanced at Lu Yichao with complicated eyes, "Yichao, Qingqing has a difficult personality to get along with, but he's not bad, so you can talk to him about things, he's not unreasonable, everything makes sense."

"I know, grandpa, don't worry, I will take good care of him."

Qi Yanqing's voice came with a smile, "Come on you two, I'm just too lazy to eat, so I let you two talk about life philosophy here."

"Come and serve dinner."

"Come and serve dinner."

The two spoke in unison.

Qi Yanqing rubbed his hair and smiled, "Okay, you guys are wearing a pair of pants, I'm making a fuss."

The last radish pancake came out of the pan, Lu Yichao closed his pantothenic acid eyes forcefully, let out a long breath, and made another light corn and spinach soup.

Turned off the heat and turned off the range hood, seeing that Qi Yanqing hadn't come out yet, he heard a few faint coughs.

He walked to the bathroom, Qi Yanqing was drying his hair, coughing a few times from time to time, his voice became hoarse.

"Why are you coughing? Does your throat hurt?" Lu Yichao took the hair dryer and helped him blow it.

Qi Yanqing happened to be a little tired from standing, leaned back against Lu Yichao, lowered his head and coughed.

After the hair was almost dried, Lu Yichao carried him to the sofa and bandaged the wound with medicine.

"Does your throat hurt?" Lu Yizhao took his temperature and found that he didn't have a fever.

Qi Yanqing shook his head, his soft hair swayed with his movements, a few strands of black hair fell in front of him, he covered his mouth and coughed again, "...it's okay."

Lu Yichao saw that his eyes were red and bloodshot, hugged him in his arms, touched his back, and then looked at his glands.

There is no inflammation, and the temperature is normal. Only when you get close can you smell the faint aroma of red roses.

It used to be rich and fragrant, but now it is much lighter, like a rose that is about to wither.

Lu Yichao gently brushed the back of his neck with his slightly cool lips, "There is a nasal sound in his speech, maybe he has a bit of a cold, eat first, and then take medicine to sleep."

Sitting at the dining table at his grandfather's house, Qi Yanqing's appetite improved a lot, and he ate three pancakes and a bowl of soup.

The decoration of Grandpa Qi's house is very warm, all old furniture, the lighting is not dazzling and soft, and there is warmth everywhere in the house, so you can relax here.

After eating, Lu Yichao bandaged Qi Yanqing's wound, the gland's wound hadn't healed yet, and the scratches clearly showed that the flesh had turned out.

Qi Yanqing bit her lip in severe pain, and then was broken by Lu Yichao, "Don't bite."

He walked up to Qi Yanqing and hugged him, pressed his face on his neck, wrapped his arms around his back and continued to treat his wound, "Blame me, you should bite me."

Qi Yanqing shook a few times, Lu Yichao rubbed his back, "Didn't you like to bite my neck before? Do it."

The medicine sprayed on the wound, Qi Yanqing trembled all over, opened his mouth and bit his neck, his body trembled slightly.

After treating the wounds on the glands, there are many wounds on the feet. The white jade-like feet are covered with scratches and pits, the most serious being the soles of the feet.

"They all said that when you danced for the last time, the floor was covered in blood, and it was all punctured by peach blossom branches. Did it hurt like hell?"

Qi Yanqing's eyes were blank, his face was bloodless, but he shook his head after a few seconds, "It doesn't hurt, I'm not afraid of pain."

"Lying, obviously afraid of pain." Lu Yichao kissed his instep, his eyes were moist and hot.

"Qi Yanqing, get well soon and go to dance, let me watch one."

There were many large and small wounds on Qi Yanqing's body, except for the two most serious ones, other places were beginning to scar.

He once promised his grandfather here that he would take good care of Qi Yanqing.

That's how he takes care of people.

Lu Yichao took his hand and pinched his fingers lightly. The pads of his fingers were soft, the fingers were white and the phalanges were slender. They had beautiful hands, but there were two deep scars on the wrists, which turned white.

It was Lu Yao who tied his hands that day and hit his wrist hard on the dagger and cut it. The rope was cut and his wrist was also cut.

This is how much effort it took to cut such a deep wound. There was a lot of blood, and it was so slippery that their hands were covered with blood.

Lu Yichao: "Talking nonsense that you were already prepared before we arrived, and you were already planning to give up on yourself... Really?"

Qi Yanqing's wound was irritated by the potion, and he kept frowning, leaning against Lu Yichao's arms and closing his eyes.

"Qi Yanqing, on the edge of the cliff that day, were you waiting for Lu Yichao to save you... If Lu Yichao rescued you, you wouldn't leave."

"Ah."

Lu Yichao looked at him in surprise, his heart constricted suddenly, he held his face in both hands, his voice was unsteady and he spoke quickly, "Qi Yanqing?! You remembered!"

Qi Yan stared at one place with empty eyes, his lips were blue and white, his voice was low and slow, "The wind is very strong and very cold...he is here, don't want me."

"No!" Lu Yichao hugged him, speaking incoherently, "I didn't want you! I was wearing earphones, and I was cooperating with the rescue team!"

"Lu Yao is too close to your rope. His dagger is on Chu Xing's rope. If I cut it off, I won't be able to pass the distance, and you will fall! I don't want you! I said the wrong thing, I shouldn't have said that ……I……"

Lu Yichao hugged him tightly, choked up, and said every word with great difficulty: "Qi Yanqing, I ran over to hold you...I really held you."

Qi Yanqing just shook his head calmly, "He doesn't want me."

Lu Yichao felt weak all over, his hands and feet were cold, his lungs were full of ice balls even when he breathed, it was painful and suffocating.

He has no reason to explain anything.

He was holding him back, but before that, he had already pushed Qi Yanqing into the abyss.

He personally blew out the small fire in Qi Yanqing's heart, and brought them all to a place where they could never be restored.

He was not impulsive at the time, he said that sentence very calmly, and even thought of the effect that sentence should achieve.

Thinking that it was time for Qi Yanqing to be in pain, he could finally feel his usual pain.

It had nothing to do with anyone at that moment, it was he who decided to do it himself, and now he can't even find an excuse.

Lu Yichao hugged Qi Yanqing tightly, not daring to let go.

He deserved to be crucified, why should he be forgiven.

Qi Yanqing still has a cold.

After more than half an hour after eating, he coughed worse, breathing heavily, and vomited up all his dinner in a while, and looked much weaker, and was hugged sickly by Lu Yichao.

"Cough cough cough...it hurts." Qi Yanqing murmured in a low voice.

Lu Yichao let him sit on his lap, with his upper body lying in his arms, rubbing his stomach distressedly, releasing a little brandy pheromone.

"Do not……"

"Be good for your health, bear with it." Lu Yichao stroked his back, "Be patient, let your body feel better first."

Qi Yanqing's health is too bad now, she used to dance all day long, although she is thin but healthy, she doesn't catch a cold because of the wind.

"Does it hurt?" Lu Yichao gently rubbed his temples with his dry and warm fingers.

Qi Yanqing responded comfortably.

"Did you feel uncomfortable just now? I kept on holding on and didn't say anything." Lu Yichao said, "Call me if you feel uncomfortable in the future. If your feet hurt, your stomach hurts, you don't want to take things, and you feel tired, call me."

Lu Yichao held his face again, looked into his slack eyes, "Do you remember who you are?"

Qi Yanqing closed his eyes and didn't want to talk anymore, leaning against him sleepily, coughing a few times from time to time.

Lu Yizhao patted him to coax him, his eyes were distracted.

Qi Yanqing's current memory is chaotic, he just remembered the most disgusting things first.

He first remembered what happened to him on the edge of the cliff.

Will remember slowly.

Lu Yichao pressed his cheek, "Qi Yanqing, you remember now, right?"

Remember how bad and cruel I was to you.

"You hate me Qi Yanqing." He kissed Qi Yanqing's thin lips softly with a hint of mint aroma, he kissed slowly and pecked lightly.

"Hate me so much, kill me again." Lu Yichao's voice was vague, low and uneasy, "...don't want me."

When the two were half asleep and half awake, there was a knock on the courtyard door, Qi Yanqing suddenly woke up, and looked at the door with sleepy eyes.

"I'll open the door." Lu Yichao went outside and opened it.

It was Tan Zhuang and Chu Xing.

"Here we come." Lu Yichao said in disdain, "Qi Yanqing has a cold, but he didn't have a fever after coughing. I didn't give him any medicine, but drank two glasses of water."

"It's okay, I'll take a look first." Tan Wang pushed Qi Chuxing in.

"Brother!" As soon as Qi Chuxing saw the person on the sofa, he waved his hands impatiently, couldn't help crying, and changed the tone of his words, "Brother, you are finally back..."

Tan Wang stopped him, pressed his shoulders, "Don't fall."

The wheelchair was pushed in front of Qi Yanqing, and Qi Chuxing immediately rushed over to hug him, his voice was muffled in his clothes, tears were falling down for nothing, "Brother...Brother..."

There is a hint of white rose pheromone brought out from the tears.

Qi Yanqing coughed lightly, hugged him back and patted his back, and rubbed his hair.

Lu Yichao stood aside and let out a dull breath.

So for now, I only hate his pheromone...