Yu Weiwei was vomiting so hard she could barely catch her breath, feeling utterly miserable. There was a churning sensation in her stomach, and that strange feeling kept rushing up to her throat.
Xu Chaomu quickly handed her some tissues, "Weiwei, are you alright? What's making you uncomfortable? I'll take you to the hospital."
Yu Weiwei didn't have the energy to talk with Xu Chaomu, as she practically leaned over the trash bin.
"The trash bin is too dirty, Weiwei, respond to me," Xu Chaomu was a bit panicked.
Yu Weiwei gestured with her hand, signaling for her to not worry, but she had a lump in her throat and just couldn't speak.
Her complexion turned pale all of a sudden, and Xu Chaomu quickly wiped her down with a tissue.
"Did you drink too much beer, or was it something you ate?" Xu Chaomu asked.
To say that she drank too much beer, well, Yu Weiwei had only had three or four bottles, and she used to drink a lot more than that in school.
