Ji Wei leaned over the toilet and vomited uncontrollably. Since she hadn't eaten much, she felt as though her stomach was being turned inside out.
She found it odd; she'd caught colds before, but had never vomited this badly.
Mo Qian stood behind her, looking at the woman crouched there, vomiting until the world seemed to spin, his heart tightening painfully as though he were experiencing it himself.
At the same time, a shocking thought popped into his head—could his Weiwei be pregnant?
Seeing Ji Wei finally stop vomiting, he quickly walked over and handed her the glass of water he was holding. "Are you still feeling terrible?"
Ji Wei rinsed her mouth with the water and gave him a pale smile. "I'm feeling better now."
Seeing her bloodless face, Mo Qian pressed his thin lips together and his eyes were full of concern.
He carefully scooped her up into his arms. "Let me take you to the hospital, okay?"
Mo Qian's voice was so tender it almost felt like it could drip water.
