His feverish kiss landed on her neck.
Sang Yan reflexively vomited, "Bleh—"
Qi Jiu: "..."
He was covered in the food she had thrown up.
An unpleasant stench instantly assaulted his sense of smell.
He hastily jumped back, covering his nose, glaring at her, "Sang Yan, you! You!"
Sang Yan was hunched over the bed's edge, vomiting violently: "Bleh—"
She threw up the dinner she had eaten.
Qi Jiu hurriedly called people to clean up and sprinkle fragrant powder to cover up the odor.
Since he had also been splattered, he instructed the maid, "Watch her carefully. If anything happens to her, none of you will survive either. Also, summon a physician to examine her."
Such sudden vomiting, could it be she's pregnant?
If she is pregnant, it's most likely Jiang Ke's seed.
Remove the root of the problem!
This child cannot be allowed to stay!
His eyes brimmed with ferocity as he left Sang Yan's room and returned to his own.
Hot water had already been prepared.
