Cha Qing Luo's face was pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat.
She lay by the pool and vomited, her hands shaking.
After a long while, Cha Qing Luo stood up with the help of the wall, and she felt that her vision was turning black.
Cha Qing Luo realized what kind of state she was in. She might not have eaten for a long time and was so hungry that her stomach couldn't take it. In particular, she had eaten so much just now that it had stimulated her stomach and it could not take it.
Her stomach hurt a little.
Cha Qing Luo took a deep breath.
Why did she feel like she was going to faint?
But when she thought of Nan jiateng, she tried her best to adjust her breathing. She couldn't let her faint, she couldn't be so delicate, she couldn't let Nan jiateng worry.
Cha Qing Luo took a deep breath and slowly adjusted her mood.
She knew that she couldn't stay in the washroom for too long. If she did, Nan jiateng would be worried.
