"Over there." Gu Tianyu pointed lightly, a smirk on his lips.
Was it really that nauseating?
He followed Eleven towards the direction of the restroom.
Eleven heaved over the washbasin, feeling unbearably nauseated, as though her breathing pathways were polluted. She felt terribly sick.
When she was pregnant with Jiujiu Mengmeng, her morning sickness was much lighter compared to other pregnant women; occasionally, she would feel like retching but mostly she was fine.
Therefore, she believed that the main reason inducing her morning sickness was not due to her own condition, but the room she was just in! It was all psychological.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gu Tianyu approaching and hurriedly leaned on the washbasin, yelling, "Don't touch me!"
His hand stiffened halfway, then he shrugged and drew back, "OK... OK, won't touch."
Right after he finished speaking, her stomach began to churn again, and she started heaving non-stop.
