Chapter 258: 258, Feel Like Throwing Up

Was it because it was her birthday today that he only treated her this good?

“I can help myself. You should eat. Otherwise, I am going to finish everything.”

“I am glad you still care.” Huo Yunting said with a smile and then shoved another peeled shrimp in her small bowl.

“Yeah, right. I do care. So please eat!”

Huo Yunting began to eat while he continued to peel shrimps for her. He savored this moment, especially when she enjoyed the shrimps.

But it must be an illusion. Hmm, it must be.

Lu Zhaoyang was almost done.

Then, what was next?

“Honey, it is time to sleep.”

Sure enough, just like she expected it.

“Sleeping right after a meal will cause indigestion. I need to sit for a while.” Lu Zhaoyang got to her feet listlessly and pretentiously. She walked out to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Huo Yunting knew what was in her mind. He was not in a hurry. So, he sat next to her.

Lu Zhaoyang turned on the TV. She kept flipping through the channels but found nothing exciting.

She then found a drama—ancient palace struggle stuff—and lay on the sofa and watched.

Just then, a blanket was suddenly laid on her legs. Lu Zhaoyang looked at Huo Yunting sideways. He drew himself close to her without even looking at her and pulled half of the blanket to himself.

Huo Yunting wrapped his arm around her shoulder but ignored her confused look, and said, “Honey, life is still long. We can still do a lot of things together, such as watching TV.”

“That won’t be necessary!” She seemed a little pissed and looked away.

It had been half an hour into the story, but she still could not figure out who was who in the drama.

TV series about the struggle in the palace was really complicated.

She yawned. Tears blurred her vision. She knew she would be out in a moment.

She slowly turned her eyes on her side, where Huo Yunting still looked awake. But when she thought of what he said in the office, she forced her eyes open and kept watching.

She lost her consciousness.

It was almost eleven at night. The woman leaning on Huo Yunting’s shoulder began to snore very softly.

He carefully picked her up and carried her upstairs.

He had wasted the opportunity.

Damn, he must be crazy to accompany her to watch that freaking palace drama series.

After laying her on the bed, Huo Yunting stayed by her side. It had been a while since he last slept with her.

He could feel her soft skin and smell the sweet breath from her nostrils. His body began to heat up.

He had gone without sex for too long; the scent of the woman in his arms aroused every sense of him. His muscle tensed up, and he swallowed. His hand began to run greedily over her body.

Euaaggchch.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable and nausea.

She felt heavy in her head, and then her stomach began to churn.

Lu Zhaoyang flipped over, laid face down, and began to puke her guts out.

Huo Yunting’s reaction was quick. He bounced up, turned the light on, got out of bed, and put his clothes on. He immediately wrapped the blanket around her body and carried her downstairs.

“I feel terrible!”

Lu Zhaoyang grabbed the blanket in her hand tightly; her face and lips were pale. She looked haggard.

“Don’t worry, I am taking you to the hospital right away.”

Huo Yunting, still wearing his pajamas, carried her into the car and sped off in the direction of the hospital.