And this time, she vomited even more. Qiao Mianmian was lying on the toilet with no energy left.
She felt like vomiting more.
This was the first time she had such a huge reaction.
She didn't feel so disgusted even though the plane was bumpy when she was flying to Country M.
Mo Yesi stood beside her and frowned. Seeing her in such pain, his heart ached and he was worried.
When he felt that she was better, he handed her a glass of clean water.
"Mianmian, how do you feel now? Are you still sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Qiao Mianmian took the cup from him and rinsed her mouth.
Then, Mo Yesi handed her a clean wet towel.
"No need." Qiao Mianmian wiped her mouth and tried to stand up.
Mo Yesi bent down and picked her up.
Qiao Mianmian quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you doing? Put me down."
