TGLC Chapter 53.2

He had barely finished speaking when Xie Qingyu felt a sour taste rising in her throat and couldn’t hold it in, so she vomited.

Before Duan Zihui could leave, Xie Qingyu vomited right next to his legs, some of it even splashing onto his pants and shoes.

She vomited up all the food from lunch and the acid from her stomach.

With her stomach empty, Xie Qingyu felt incredibly refreshed.

There were tissues nearby, so she reached out and used them to wipe her mouth.

As for Duan Zihui standing next to her, she didn’t dare to look at his face.

After all, Duan Zihui is a germaphobe.

After playing for a while, Little Zhuzhu remembered her mother. As soon as she pushed the door open, she saw that her mother had vomited in the inner room. Her father’s shoes and pants were soaked, and there was an indescribable smell in the room.

Zhuzhu’s expression changed. She pinched her nose, unwilling to go in, and stood at the doorway, asking from a distance, “Mommy, did you throw up?”

Xie Qingyu was still a little dazed. Hearing her daughter’s words, she looked up and nodded.

The little girl asked, “Are you feeling better?”

Xie Qingyu felt a warmth in her heart from her daughter’s concern. She threw the tissue into the trash can and smiled, saying, “Mom’s fine.”

“If you’re fine, then I’m leaving. Daddy, remember to tidy up.”

After the little girl finished speaking, she pinched her nose and ran out, clearly unable to bear the smell inside.

The little cotton-padded jacket is leaking too much wind, and she’s starting to dislike her old mother. Xie Qingyu felt that the loving mother’s heart was breaking.

Of course, Duan Zihui was also feeling unwell; after all, he was quite germophobic.

However, he still had to suppress the urge to vomit, standing there with his scalp tingling, not daring to look at the ground, and said to comfort Xie Qing, “You go out first, and find another room to rest. I’ll have someone come in and tidy up. Just bear with it, we’ll be there in an hour.”

He wanted to leave too.

If it were anyone else, he would have turned around and left long ago.

But he dared to swear that if he dared to leave now, Xie Qingyu would definitely hate him to death in the future, and her prejudice against him would become even more serious.

So even if he felt terrible now, he had to endure it.

Xie Qingyu glanced at his expression, and the next second, she suddenly smiled, a smile that seemed somewhat pleased.

Duan Zihui didn’t understand why she was smiling and frowned, asking, “Are you crazy?”

Xie Qingyu: “…”

He really did have the ability to make people angry; Xie Qingyu immediately felt a surge of anger.

“You’re the one who’s crazy.”

She went down from the other side of the bed, looked at Duan Zihui’s miserable state, and suddenly felt like laughing again, saying, “Um, Zhuzhu’s dad, I’ll go out first. You…”

Her gaze fell lightly on his dirty shoes and pants, and she said, “Go and clean yourself up.”

She made a small waving gesture.

Then she quickly slipped away.

Watching her flee as if she were running away, Duan Zihui looked down at himself and felt his eyelids twitching.

The smell was awful, very awful.

Duan Zihui turned around and went out. He saw the staff and told them to come in and clean up. They seemed puzzled.

Actually, other people’s gazes were normal; it was just Duan Zihui’s imagination that made him feel that other people’s gazes were strange.

 

 

 

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