Yan Molin still frowned and spoke very seriously.

"You are too thin to bear it. Let's talk about this when your body recovers and you'll get healthy."

Gu Zifei looked at Yan Molin in shock.

Rejecting so seriously?

She gritted her teeth, "Did you go back on your word? What you said yesterday was lying to me?"

Yes, definitely.

How could Yan Molin suddenly become a man who is so conservative and pedantic, and promises to be slept so easily, and even says he wants to sleep with her?

She was too naive to believe his nonsense.

"I won't lie to you." Yan Molin denied.

But Gu Zifei didn't believe it, "You are just lying to me, a liar, hum, I ignore you."

After saying that, Gu Zifei turned around and ran away.

She ran quite far away in one breath. When she turned around, the back was empty and no one was chasing her.

She looked behind her and couldn't help but thrust the corners of her mouth.

Brother Yan really won’t chase her?

It would be better if you shouldn't be bothered and coaxed me at this time.

However, who said he was Yan Molin? It would be too normal not to chase him. I guess he is seriously thinking about whether to cheat or not.

Gu Zifei smiled helplessly, and then the smile on her face couldn't hold back and fell down.

She covered her stomach and was worried.

Anorexia is not curable, and even if it is handed over to Baiqi, perhaps he can cure it faster.

She will be able to adjust and recover soon.

only……

Gu Zifei grabbed her clothes tightly with her fingers, trying her best to endure and restrain herself.

She didn't want to be treated for anorexia.

Her disease is not only physical but also psychological trauma.

No matter how strong she is, her mentality will be destroyed if she has suffered more than two months of life and death. Although she is safe now, she dare not recall everything in the past two months.

Every little thing, everything was hidden in the deepest part of her heart like a nightmare.

She can still live a good life if she doesn't turn it up, but once she turns it up, she will fall into a terrible abyss of pain again.

She didn't want to think about it, she didn't dare to think about it.

She didn't want to let Yan Molin know how she spent the past two months during the treatment. She didn't want him to feel distressed.

Gu Zifei stood there for a long time, forced the emotion of turning up her chest, and then turned around and walked to the kitchen.

The hotel kitchen is a large room. Although the hotel has been contracted, there are professional chefs brought by Yan Molin at any time and they never leave their posts.

Seeing Gu Zifei coming, two chefs and several assistants hurriedly walked forward.

"Miss Gu, why are you here? What kind of dishes do you want to eat? We can make it for you right away."

The chef said politely with a smile.

Gu Zifei smiled politely, "No, I actually want to make it myself and make it for Mr. Yan himself. Can you lend me the kitchen to me?"

"sure."

The chef agreed without hesitation, "You can use whatever you need, we will help you with chores."

"No, no, I want to do it all by myself. You guys go and rest first."

"This..." The chef was a little embarrassed, "Ms. Gu, cooking is troublesome and there are many chores, otherwise you can leave an assistant to help you."

"It's okay, I often cook at home, I can do it."

Seeing Gu Zifei so determined, the chef was not relieved, but it was hard to say anything else.

He explained the rough placement of the things, and then asked everyone in the kitchen to go out.

As soon as they reached the door, Gu Zifei hurriedly said:

"Well, please help me keep it a secret first. Don't tell Yan Shao. I want to give him a surprise. If it doesn't taste delicious, it won't disappoint him."

The chef nodded and agreed, then walked out.

The huge kitchen was empty, and only Gu Zifei was the only one.

Gu Zifei looked at the ingredients and became familiar with the environment. She began to light the fire and cook the noodles.

Noodles are something she likes to eat, and she occasionally makes them as midnight snacks, which is quite good in this aspect.

I used to have lunch with Yan Molin for a midnight snack.

Gu Zifei thought about those things and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth again.

The noodles were cooked very quickly, and within a while, she made a bowl of noodles with all colors, fragrance and flavor.

She placed the noodles on the small kitchen table and did not take them out, but stood beside her, holding chopsticks.

She looked at the bowl of noodles with a deep look.

She used to like the most, but now she also likes the most.

Maybe she can eat it.

Gu Zifei made strong ideological construction for herself, and she mustered up the courage to pick up the face and feed it to her mouth.

Still the same taste as before.

only……

"vomit!"

Before she could eat the noodles, a familiar feeling of vomiting rose in her stomach.

The feeling was too strong and overwhelming, and it instantly ruined all the smell of the noodles and became difficult to swallow.

Gu Zifei vomited her face in the trash can in a uncomfortable state, her face pale.

But she did not give up.

She adjusted a little, then grabbed another mouthful and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

She took two bites and swallowed it.

It was like a voracious swallow, and then it was the next bite, stuffing it bite at a time.

She suppressed her body's reaction, not giving herself a chance to vomit, and even held her tears out.

pain.

Very painful.

Eating and filling your stomach becomes a matter of life worse than death.

"Vomit, vomit."

Gu Zifei covered her stomach uncomfortable, and finally couldn't help but vomit again.

She squatted on the ground, sweating profusely and pale.

Tears rolled in my eyes.

It can't be overcome, it can't be overcome.

The physical resistance and psychological fear made her feel like she was trapped in the darkness, unable to break through and advance in an instant.

I would rather starve myself to death than eat much.

"What should I do?"

Gu Zifei covered her head and whimpered even more.

She was helpless and as if she had returned to the lighthouse, desperate and fearful, surrounded by darkness, without any light or the way to survive.

At this moment, outside the kitchen, a tall figure was standing outside a hidden glass window.

Yan Molin's eyes were dark, and through the glass, he looked straight at the little man squatting on the ground and crying.

His fingers were clenched into his fists, and his body was filled with extreme depression and patience.

He actually followed Gu Zifei all the time.

I watched her enter the kitchen, evacuate everyone, watch her cook noodles, watch her force herself to eat, but they all vomited out.

He looked at her and cried in pain.

He felt so heartbroken that it seemed as if someone had pierced the hole and was bleeding out.
Chapter completed!