After speaking, she walked towards the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the man was vomiting so violently that it seemed like he wanted to throw out his intestines.
Rong Zhi knocked on the door and asked, "Are you okay?"
Bai Su hadn't eaten much in the morning, and he had just vomited up all the medicine he had taken. Now his stomach was empty, cramped in pain, feeling terrible, and he couldn't immediately respond to her query.
Seeing him squatting on the ground without moving, Rong Zhi's furrowed brow grew deeper, and she repeated the question.
"Hey, buddy."
After a while, Bai Su reached out his hand, turned around and smiled at her, "Could you give me a hand?"
Rong Zhi's gaze swept over his pale lips and face. Without a word, she walked in to help him up.
But the next second, she regretted it.
The man almost placed all his weight on her, his chin rested and gently rubbed against her shoulder, and his hands unceremoniously wrapped around her waist, loosely hugging her.
