The room was pitch black with the lights out, and the pair sharing a pillow was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, Yu Ting furrowed her brows and woke up due to a wave of discomfort in her stomach. She immediately leaned over the bed and started vomiting.
"Ugh."
The movements quickly woke Lu Nanchen, who, upon hearing the noise, had his sleepiness wiped away. He hurriedly sat up and switched on the bedside lamp. Looking at the woman who was throwing up, his heart tightened.
He gently stroked Yu Ting's slender back with his hand.
"Why are you vomiting in the middle of the night?" Lu Nanchen sighed softly, "I'll get you a glass of water."
Yu Ting continued to vomit as Lu Nanchen got out of bed, went to the kitchen, and fetched her a glass of water.
After roughly two minutes of vomiting, Yu Ting finally stopped. She took some tissues from the bedside to wipe the vomit, then leaned back in bed.
Her stomach felt empty, and there was a sour taste in her mouth.
She felt lost.
