Bei Qingqing locked the bathroom door and endured the nausea in her stomach. She threw up beside the toilet.
The glutinous rice chicken was delicious, but when it slipped from her mouth into her stomach, it felt as if something in her stomach was resisting the delicious food. It made her feel nauseous.
She threw up for a long time until the bile came out. Then, she stopped.
She leaned against the wall, pale and weak.
Chen Jiazhi knocked on the door and asked worriedly, "Qingqing, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Bei Qingqing combed her mouth and washed her face. Then, she opened the door and looked at Chen Jiazhi. She said tiredly, "Maybe I caught a cold on the way back from last night. I feel very uncomfortable now."
