"No, no, you should go out, it's too dirty," Hallie Morgan insisted, pushing him away and looking at the mess on the floor, her face burning with embarrassment.
However, Dylan Collins remained calm, not moving an inch, looking at Hallie, saying, "What about it, I don't mind."
Hallie was almost in tears, looking at him incredulously. "Weird that you don't mind, you're always washing your hands like you can't get them clean enough, certainly a clean freak. You probably can't stand me in my usual state! I don't want you to see me like this... I am a fairy, fairies don't vomit!"
Dylan just shook his head helplessly at her words.
Just after she finished speaking, she suddenly turned pale and squatted down to vomit again.
Looking as if she was about to empty her stomach in one go.
She still cared about these trifles even in such a situation.
