Qiao Mo nodded, tilted her head back and gulped down half a bowl.
But the next moment, she felt nauseous and put down the bowl, running straight to the bathroom, throwing up more than half.
Fu Nancheng followed, frowned, and said, "Xiao Mo, don't drink anymore. You shouldn't drink it in the future."
Qiao Mo leaned against the sink, her eyes red, shook her head and said, "I want to have a child."
His lips quivered slightly as he pulled her into his arms: "But seeing you like this, it breaks my heart."
Qiao Mo smiled: "This really isn't a big deal."
Actually, she truly felt it wasn't much; it was simply that her stomach wasn't used to the bitterness of the herbal medicine, which made her suffer a little.
But in reality, she had already been through worse pain than this, so this minor discomfort was nothing.
He helped her back to the bedroom, and Qiao Mo sat on the sofa for a while, feeling somewhat intimidated by the remaining half bowl of the medicine.
