The two of them sat in the car's back seats because Ye Kun was worried Fang Xi would feel ill.
Fang Xi giggled, "I won't throw up in your car."
"It's fine even if you do throw up. I can just get the car washed," Ye Kun replied.
Fang Xi was shocked. There was once when she caught a bad cold. That was the only time he had accompanied her to the doctor. To be precise, he'd dropped her off at the hospital on his way. She'd thrown up in the car because she wasn't feeling well. At the time, his expression had immediately darkened, and Fang Xi had felt guilty over the matter for a long time.
But today, a man told her it was alright if she threw up. He'll just get the car washed. 'How can there be such a huge gap between men?' Fang Xi thought, stupefied.
"Do you still feel uncomfortable? How about we go to the hospital and see a doctor to prescribe some medicine?" Ye Kun asked with concern.
