Yu Siqiao finally gave her a satisfied peck on the lips, "Good morning kiss."
Before Mo Shu could react, she climbed out of bed and effortlessly picked up the remote to open the curtains, feeling utterly content.
As Mo Shu got out of bed, she felt a wave of dizziness hit her, and at the same time, her legs felt weak.
Yu Siqiao was there to support her in time, and then Mo Shu felt a surge of nausea.
She quickly wrapped herself in the bathrobe Yu Siqiao had left behind the night before and scurried to the bathroom.
"Ugh—"
Yu Siqiao became instantly more alert and quickly followed her.
Mo Shu hadn't eaten much last night, and after this little exercise, she had digested everything, vomiting only some acid reflux, but she still felt unbearably uncomfortable.
Yu Siqiao patted her back gently, both anxious and distressed, "How are you, do you have medicine? Do you need to take anything?"
Mo Shu weakly waved her hand, "Routine procedure, I'll be fine soon."
