In the bathroom:
Bo Huan's stomach was churning violently.
It was almost as if she was going to vomit out everything she ate that evening.
After vomiting, Bo Huan felt a bit better inside.
Just having vomited, Bo Huan's face looked a little pale and confused. She had indeed been vomiting frequently these days.
Could it be... that her stomach had deteriorated to this extent?
Indeed, she should really start taking care of her stomach.
"Huanhuan, rinse your mouth..."
Seeing the man bringing her a glass of warm water, Bo Huan took a simple sip and then set it aside.
Bo Qing frowned and kept stroking Bo Huan's back with his warm hand, trying to make her feel more comfortable.
"Brother... I'm fine..."
"Hmm."
Bo Qing frowned, then reached out his big hand to grasp the woman's small hand.
Bo Huan's beautiful eyes widened for a moment as the man's fingertips landed on her pulse.
It seemed like he was taking her pulse.
