In the middle of the night, sensing a disturbance nearby, Xia Lu opened her eyes to see Zhou Mingchen sitting up halfway, clutching his stomach with a pained expression. His brows were furrowed tightly together, his hand clenched into a fist against his abdomen, seemingly trying to ease the pain.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
Zhou Mingchen didn't respond, he got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of vomiting came from inside.
Xia Lu couldn't sleep anymore and followed him. Leaning against the doorframe, she saw him hugging the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably, and was startled.
Oh no! Could it be food poisoning? That was her first thought. Although she hadn't put anything special in the buns, just a bit more seasoning, it shouldn't have caused this. However, she had overlooked Zhou Mingchen's digestive tolerance.
