Bo Jinyu's eyebrows were knitted tightly in countless knots.
Seeing her struggle so much, he truly felt an indescribable heartache.
He turned around and picked up a prepared warm towel from a nearby box and handed it to Ye Anran after she finished vomiting.
Ye Anran held the warm towel against her mouth, finally feeling a little more comfortable.
As she looked up, she saw her husband looking sorrowful again.
Obviously, she herself didn't feel there was much of a problem... but he always seemed more distressed than she was.
So she joked to comfort him: "Dear husband, look, isn't this great? You always said these things weren't sanitary and bad for your health. Now, see? I eat and then throw up, so it doesn't even go into my stomach. No need to worry about sanitation anymore..."
She laughed at her own words.
