Ji Anning's train of thoughts was interrupted, and as she came to her senses, she hurriedly took a sip of water, rinsed her mouth, and then threw back the covers, preparing to get out of bed and vomit.
"The trash can is right beside you."
Ji Chicheng noticed Ji Anning's movements, quickened his pace, and stepped forward to stop her.
From a different angle than Ji Anning's, he kicked the trash can slightly with his foot, "Just vomit into the trash can."
"Actually, I want to go to the bathroom," said Ji Anning, somewhat embarrassed, lowering her head.
Ji Chicheng didn't pay attention to her blushing shyness, his large hand grasping her slender arm, "I'll support you."
Three words, decisive, as if it was a significant decision he was set on doing.
