Walking to the bedside, she again cast a look at the man whom she was once quite familiar with. His breath, his body, and even the places of his body where there were nevus, she knew very well.
Han Xue's hands fell on the man's forehead, that kind of familiar feeling. Five years having passed, his appearance had not changed much, but there was more maturity between his eyebrows.
"Ye Hao..." Han Xue called again, her face turned red all over to her hair root. Her fingers trembled a little and some sweat had come out in her palms.
She seemed to be quite nervous about something.
At this moment, Ye Hao, who was motionless in bed, suddenly turned over. With a "Eh" from his mouth, he immediately vomited in big gulps, soon filling the air with a sour smell.
Frightened all of a sudden, Han Xue retracted her hands. A trace of panic flashing through her eyes, she stroked her chest, only feeling that her heart was about to bump out of her chest.
