Xia Micheng shoved Lu Yuzhen aggressively, and she dashed into the bathroom in the bedroom. She bent down and started throwing up.
She did not eat anything, and so there was no gastric juice this time. She dry-heaved several times, but it felt worse than before.
“Cheng, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Lu Yuzhen followed her swiftly, and he patted her back gently with his large palm.
He frowned when he saw her suffering.
In all honesty, the first thing Lu Yuzhen thought of was not her being pregnant; instead, he was worried if she was having an attack from the aging disease again.
Xia Micheng straightened her body, and her eyes were bloodshot now. Several strands of hair were plastered across her exquisite face, which made her look especially attractive. “What’s that smell on you?”