novelraw Chapter 807 - 74: Her Eyes Completely Captivated by the Man’s Striding Legs
Chapter 807 - 74: Her Eyes Completely Captivated by the Man’s Striding Legs
"......" Tang Yige wished she was already dead at this moment; it hurt too much.
Finally, Yige’s body was severely exhausted, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Ning Wenqing arrived at the apartment half an hour later, performed a preliminary examination on Yige, and started an IV drip.
"Mr. Ning, how is she doing?" Si Nan looked at Tang Yige, whose face was ashen, his voice hoarse.
Ning Wenqing sighed, "Bring Miss Tang to a medical facility another day, and I’ll give her a thorough check-up."
Si Nan’s handsome face turned slightly pale as he looked at Ning Wenqing.
Ning Wenqing frowned, his face solemn, "Miss Tang’s health is already very poor. If not properly managed and controlled in time, the consequences could be unimaginable."
Si Nan clenched his fist, his moist eyes shaded over with a layer of gray, slowly turning to look at Yige on the bed.
He hadn’t expected her health condition to be this bad!
How has she managed being alone abroad all these years?
"Look."
Ning Wenqing picked up Yige’s arm, signaling Si Nan to take a look.
Si Nan frowned, looked down, and saw that Yige’s arm was covered with needle marks of various sizes.
Si Nan’s eyes narrowed, "What’s going on?"
Ning Wenqing shook his head, "I don’t know at this point. However, leaving so many needle marks would not be possible unless there’s repeated piercing at the same point on the skin over a long period."
"Are you saying she once had a period of hospitalization?" Si Nan asked.
Ning Wenqing glanced at him, "It likely wasn’t ordinary hospitalization. No professional doctor would leave so many needle marks on a patient’s arm. Moreover, human skin has a natural healing ability. Even if needle marks were left at the time, they’d heal quickly. So it’s definitely more complicated than mere hospitalization for Miss Tang."
After a pause, Ning Wenqing said, "However, the needle marks on Miss Tang’s arm might not have been left by a doctor. When Miss Tang wakes up, you should ask her about it."
Si Nan tightened his grip, staring at the needle marks on Tang Yige’s arm.
If not left by a doctor, could she have done it herself...
A wave of coldness washed over Si Nan’s heart.
Ning Wenqing stayed until Tang Yige’s fever subsided, her face losing its weak, ashen look. He then changed the IV bag and taught Si Nan how to remove the needle from Tang Yige’s hand later, before leaving the apartment.
...
When Tang Yige woke up again, it was already late at night.
For a moment, she was a bit dazed when she opened her eyes.
She wasn’t sure if she was currently in the country or still abroad.
"Feeling better?"
A gentle, hoarse male voice brushed her ear.
Tang Yige’s furrowed brow tightened further, her chapped lips pressed together, and she turned to look at Si Nan sitting by the bed.
Si Nan stood up from his chair, moved to sit by the bed, reached out to hold one of Yige’s hands, his eyes deeply fixed on Yige, "Still uncomfortable?"
Tang Yige looked at him.
Memories from before she fell into a deep sleep suddenly surged into her mind.
Her eyes reddened at the corners, Tang Yige did not withdraw her hand from his grasp, only slowly closed her eyes.
Si Nan’s heart throbbed painfully, staring at Tang Yige’s pale, indifferent face, "Are you hungry?"
Tang Yige didn’t answer him.
It’s unclear whether she didn’t want to, or simply lacked the energy.
Si Nan’s throat felt bitter, he leaned down, pecked her lips softly, and said hoarsely, "I’ll go make you something to eat."
Tang Yige remained unresponsive.
Si Nan took a deep breath, released her hand, and left the bedroom.
...
About forty minutes later.
A refreshing aroma drifted in from outside the bedroom.
Tang Yige’s tightly shut eyelashes trembled twice, but she still didn’t open her eyes.
Si Nan came in holding the cooked porridge, placed it on the bedside table, then bent down, looking at Yige’s closed eyes, saying gently, "Eat something first and then rest."
Tang Yige opened her eyes, her gaze at Si Nan was very calm.
It was as if he was merely a stranger, unable to stir any emotion within her.
Si Nan’s throat felt bitter, extending his arm, he lifted Tang Yige up to sit her at the head of the bed.
He placed the blanket over her chest, Si Nan took the porridge from the bedside table and sat beside Yige.
Picking up a spoonful of porridge, he brought it to Yige’s lips, "Just the right temperature, won’t burn."
Tang Yige merely looked at him, not opening her mouth.
Si Nan also stared at her, persistently holding the porridge at her lips, neither urging her nor withdrawing the spoon.
The two maintained this stalemate for about a minute.
Tang Yige spoke, her voice hoarse, "I was serious about what I told you before."
Si Nan gripped the spoon tightly, "Eat the porridge first.
"Let’s separate," Tang Yige said.
"Eat," Si Nan moved the spoon an inch closer to Yige’s lips.
Yige’s eyes reddened with heat.
Si Nan’s persistence and dominance in front of her made her feel very sad.
"Eat first," Si Nan said.
"...Fine, I’ll eat first, after eating we talk!" Yige nodded, saying.
Si Nan’s gaze was cold as he looked at Yige.
Tang Yige opened her mouth and ate the spoonful of porridge he offered.
Si Nan’s face was tensely drawn, his moist eyes clouded with shadows.
Yige couldn’t really eat much, even though his culinary skills were no less than those of top chefs.
Swallowing even a little made her stomach uncomfortable.
Yet Yige persisted in eating the whole bowl of porridge.
"Do you want more?" Si Nan asked her.
Tang Yige shook her head, reaching for a napkin from the bedside table.
"Give it to me," As soon as Tang Yige finished wiping her mouth, Si Nan extended a ready hand, signaling her to give him the napkin she was holding.
Tang Yige frowned slightly, glancing at him, "No need..."
Before she could finish saying "need," Si Nan took the napkin from her hand and tossed it into the nearby trash bin.
Tang Yige pressed her lower lip, looking at him.
Si Nan’s face was composed, and after a series of actions, he said nothing.
He picked up the empty bowl and walked out of the bedroom.
Tang Yige watched him leave, seeing that after he walked out, he closed the bedroom door, her brow furrowed slightly.
Tang Yige waited in the room for nearly an hour, but Si Nan didn’t come in.
Yige lowered her lashes, waited for almost another half an hour, but Si Nan still didn’t appear.
Unable to wait any longer, Tang Yige threw off the blanket, got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and walked out of the bedroom.
...
Tang Yige walked to the living room but didn’t see any sign of Si Nan.
Standing in the living room for a few seconds, Tang Yige searched the kitchen and study, but still couldn’t find him.
Did he go out?
Tang Yige furrowed her brows, standing outside the study door for a few minutes, she turned on her heels towards the bedroom, preparing to return.
Just then.
A low cough came suddenly from the living room balcony.
Tang Yige froze the tips of her toes, looking towards the balcony.
"Cough cough..."
The cough persisted for a long time.
Tang Yige’s fingertips involuntarily curled tightly, worried about him.
This was almost instinctive.
Tang Yige knitted her brows, heading towards the balcony.
She had just reached the balcony door.
A thick nicotine smell assaulted her nose.
Tang Yige was immediately choked up.
She reached out to cover her mouth, coughing as well.
Heavy footsteps approached her quickly, then, Yige found herself lifted off the ground, carried sideways by a man.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
Tang Yige was choked so badly that tears almost flowed, squinting to look at the man’s stern yet concerned handsome face above her.
Si Nan carried Tang Yige briskly towards the bedroom.
Once inside, Tang Yige was tucked into the covers.
He then strode swiftly towards the bathroom.
Tang Yige continued to cough softly, but her gaze followed his movements.
At first, Yige’s eyes only looked at the man’s firm back, then she was entirely captivated by the man’s long strides.
She was so captivated that Tang Yige forgot to cough!
Tang Yige’s eyes widened, staring intently at Si Nan’s legs, until he entered the bathroom and closed the door, and Yige hadn’t managed to pull her gaze back.
Gradually, Yige’s breathing became rapid.
Her eyes quickly and suspiciously darted around, her heart pounded rapidly.
About ten minutes.
The bathroom door swung open.
Tang Yige inhaled forcefully, her small face taut beyond her control, her gaze fixed on the bathroom direction.