There was no time left!
She lay on Jin Xiangbei's leg that was next to her, vomiting filthy mess all over the edge of the bed.
Jin Xiangbei did not dodge, patting her back lightly, trying to make her more comfortable.
"Let it out, you'll feel better once it's all out."
She reeked of alcohol, a strong smell most people could hardly bear, but Jin Xiangbei seemed indifferent, as if he couldn't smell anything.
A few minutes later, once Eleven's vomiting had stopped, Jin Xiangbei fetched a few tissues to clean her mouth, urging her to get back in bed and rest.
Having vomited so forcefully, Eleven was slightly weakened, even her breathing became heavy.
Jin Xiangbei treated her as if he was treasuring something invaluable, wiping the cold sweat from her face, his gaze filled with deep affection for her.
What on earth happened to her?
Why did she let herself get into such a state?
What was she doing at the AC Bar?
