"Alright then, honey, another bowl, please."
Su Luo handed the empty bowl to Ozawa Nami.
When Ozawa Nami heard Su Luo call her "wife," she was instantly stunned.
This was the first time Su Luo had called her "wife" since she entered the house. She thought he didn't even want to look at her and had long since stopped treating her as his wife.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Su Luo didn't look at Ozawa Nami's face, but she was looking at her body. Seeing that she didn't move, she asked in a low voice.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
Ozawa Nami realized what was happening, shook her head, and suppressed her inner joy.
"It's nothing, I'll add it for you right away."
He took the bowl and went to the kitchen to serve Su Luo another bowl of rice.
Serve it to Sulo again.
Su Luo ate three bowls of rice, feeling completely full. It had been a long time since she had eaten such a satisfying and delicious meal.
After Ozawa Nami finished cleaning up the dishes, she saw that Su Luo was still sitting on the sofa watching TV.
She cautiously moved closer and sat down next to Su Luo, tentatively placing her hand on the back of his hand.
Su Luo's body stiffened visibly, and she remained motionless with tension.
He hadn't held her hand in so long, and it was still as soft and delicate as he remembered.
At this moment, he longed to pull her into his arms, hold her tightly, and tell her of his longing and love for her.
But then my stomach started churning violently, and I felt like vomiting.
I can't take it anymore.
Su Luo shook off her hand, hurriedly ran into the bathroom, and before she could even close the door, she lifted the toilet seat and began to vomit violently.
"vomit……"
Splash!
The delicious food I had just eaten turned into disgusting, pungent, sticky vomit.
I feel so awful!
It's not just the physical discomfort; I also feel incredibly emotional and it hurts so much.
It felt like someone was stabbing my heart with a knife, pulling it out, and then stabbing it in again.
He couldn't imagine what kind of expression Nami Ozawa would have right now.
Although he couldn't imagine it, he didn't close the door.
Nami Ozawa was already standing at the door. After standing there for a few seconds in a daze, she still leaned down with heartache and gently patted his back.
Suppressing her inner bitterness and doubts, she helped him find excuses.
"I'm sorry, was dinner not to your liking?"
Upon hearing her voice, Su Luo vomited even more violently.
"vomit……"
After vomiting for a while, I finally threw up everything I had just eaten.
Nami Ozawa helped him flush all the vomit down the drain.
Su Luo leaned against the wall and slightly raised her head.
His dark eyes filled with tears, and he forced a pathetic smile.
His smile held apology and guilt as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"No, it was delicious, really. I just ate too much. I'm sorry..."
I wonder if Ozawa Nami will believe his lame excuse.
Nami Ozawa didn't actually believe him, but she still went along with what he said.
"It's okay, no need to apologize."
She handed him mouthwash, and after Su Luo finished rinsing, Ozawa Nami gently wiped his mouth with a tissue, without a trace of disgust in her eyes.
Su Luo dared not look into her eyes; the more she looked, the more uncomfortable she felt, not just nauseous, but also heartbroken.
He thought he was no longer the person he used to be, that he had already died once.
Even on his deathbed, he thought that if there were an afterlife, he would never again be involved in relationships.
But he saw the loving, tender, and even more passionate look in Ozawa Nami's eyes as she looked at him.
He still felt he had let her down.
Upon careful consideration, aside from hiding her past from him and denying her relationship with Song Lingshan, she had never wronged him.
Even if she and Zhang Ming really slept together, so what?
That's her past. She didn't cheat on him with Zhang Ming while she was dating him, so what reason does he have to dislike her?
He had dated before, and he had dated Song Lingshan for a long time.
He was still entangled with Song Lingshan while he was dating her, and she forgave him for it.
She has always taken meticulous care of herself, both physically and emotionally.
Even though he was so badly injured, the first thing he did after being discharged from the hospital was to bring the police to rescue him.
In contrast, when he saw her say such heartless words, she not only didn't get angry, but instead drew her gun with Song Lingshan.
He completely disregarded his own life in order to save himself.
Now that Song Lingshan has finally released him, he doesn't dare to look at her even once. If she touches him, he feels like vomiting.
Nami Ozawa had no idea what he was thinking and thought he was disgusted with her, so she asked him humbly.
"Would you like me to help you back to your room to rest?"
Su Luo gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously.
"want."
Even if you feel nauseous again, you must try your best to hold it in; you must swallow it down and not vomit it out.
Ozawa Nami held his hand tightly, helped him up, and slowly walked back to the bedroom.
She helped Su Luo sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt down and took off his shoes and socks.
The moment Ozawa Nami stood up, Su Luo unexpectedly pulled her into his arms.
Su Luo held her tightly, as if she would disappear if he didn't hold on tight.
Nami Ozawa remained motionless, her eyes wide with disbelief; she thought she was hallucinating.
How could Su Luo possibly hug her willingly? The look in his eyes was full of disgust.
I only lightly and tentatively touched his hand, and he ran to the bathroom to vomit for so long.
Su Luo buried her head in the crook of her neck, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, quickly soaking her shoulders.
oh.
It turns out she wasn't dreaming.
Nami Ozawa closed her eyes and opened her arms to hug him back.
His scent had changed; it was no longer the familiar soapy smell, but a faint scent of lavender and disinfectant.
But he was still the same man she loved, the big boy who would snuggle in her arms and cry like a child whenever something happened.
While tears streamed down her face, Ozawa Nami gently patted his back, comforting him softly as she always had.
"It's alright, it's all in the past. I'm here, I've always been here."
"As long as you don't dislike me, I will never leave you, never..."
Upon hearing this, Su Luo's tears flowed even more fiercely, and her body trembled even more violently.
She burst into tears.
She was crying as if she had been suppressing her emotions for a long time, and she was in a state of collapse and despair.
He desperately wanted to tell her that he didn't mind her and that he no longer cared about what happened.
Hearing this, Ozawa Nami felt as if she were being pricked by needles.
She released Su Luo, cupped his face in her hands, and gazed at him tenderly.
Su Luo kept her eyes tightly closed, her lips trembling, stained with bright red blood.
Nami Ozawa gently wiped away the tears on his face with her fingertips, then lowered her head and lightly pressed her lips to his.
Just a touch, and that familiar feeling of nausea surged up again.
No, I'm going to throw up again. I can't hold it in, and she'll notice even if I swallow it.
Su Luo hurriedly pushed her away and covered her mouth tightly.
"?!?!"
Ozawa Nami's beautiful fantasy was completely shattered by Su Luo.
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