Then, she couldn't stop vomiting.
She threw up all the food she had eaten that night.
Soon after, Jessica knocked on the door and came in, asking what was wrong with her.
She squatted on the floor, flushed the toilet, and shook her head at Jessica.
"I'll tell Sir to call the doctor." When Jessica saw her pale face as if it had been bleached, she was a little worried.
"No, I'm fine." Irish got up and went to the sink. The water from the faucet was the largest. The cold drops of water hit her fingers. After stopping her, she bowed her head and washed her face.
Jessica sighed after seeing the situation but did not say anything and left.
The cold water hit her face, spattering tens of thousands of water flowers. She did not know how many times she washed her face and did not know how many times she brushed her teeth. She adjusted the lowest temperature of the water, so low that she reached for it, and the coldness got into her heart.
