When the makeup artist approached, Qiao Anhao felt her stomach began to churn once more. She endured the smell and forced her mind to focus on something else.
But when the woman was reapplying her eye shadow, the close proximity increased the scent, and she could no longer hold it in. Turning her head to the side, she vomited.
Qiao Anhao didn't have much food that day and everything she had was already digested, so she only vomited out a tiny amount of liquid.
"Miss Qiao, are you okay? Are you ill?" the makeup artist asked in concern.
Qiao Anhao felt instantly better. She rinsed her mouth with the bottle of mineral water brought by Zhao Meng, explaining to the makeup artist, "I drank some alcohol yesterday and it's been hurting my tummy."
The makeup artist touched up her lips which were smudged from the water. "The hot weather causes food to rot fast, you should pay attention to your meals. It's best if you take some gastric pills."
