Arianne couldn't dodge. Her pajamas had just been changed. But at this time, she couldn't think so much, panicked, and went forward to ask about Christopher's health: "Master, are you okay?". Christopher crawled to the edge of the bed and threw up again, his stomach finally empty, then more comfortable.
His pale face fell back onto the bed, looking at Arianne's disheveled body that she didn't mind, feeling a little embarrassed in her heart. He waved his hand uncomfortably, signaling her not to worry about him. Arianne poured him a glass of warm water, reprimanding him: "Look, I told you not to drink so much."
After helping him drink a cup of warm water, she asked again: "The porridge just now has been eaten, do you want me to go and fetch another bowl for you?". "No need", although very hungry, but don't want to eat. Arianne could see that he didn't want to eat, didn't force it anymore, and went to the bathroom to start washing.
