Under Lu Yebai's hawkish gaze, she mechanically finished her breakfast. By the end, she felt like vomiting. Lu Yebai snatched the chopsticks from her hand and threw them forcefully out of the window.
"Meng Xi'er, what on earth are you trying to do?!" Unable to suppress his anger, he questioned loudly.
He went to painstaking lengths to buy her a meal, but she was stuffing it down in front of him with a sombre expression, as if she was intentionally trying to disgust him!
Such an ungrateful act!
That's what he thought, but he couldn't help but say, "If you feel sick, just puke."
Meng Xi'er glanced at him, then stood up, clapped her mouth, and rushed to the bathroom.
The sound of Meng Xi'er vomiting came from the bathroom, heart-wrenching. Lu Yebai sat in place, clenching his fists.
She was obviously self-destructing, there was no reason for him to get angry. But seeing Meng Xi'er's pale face as she emerged from the bathroom, he couldn't help but get angry.
