When the vomitus got all over his body, Nathan's face turned extremely sullen, "What did you eat?"
"Cake..."
Blaargh...
...
After a diagnose, the doctor put Simona on a drip, "Her diet should be light these days. Things like glutinous cake are hard to digest, and it was cold, thus her upset stomach."
"Mr. Christ, the drip will take about an hour. I'll be back then."
When Nathan came back to the bed after changing his clothes, her face still looked terrible.
As she kept her eyes open, he asked in a deep voice, "Who gave you the cake?"
"It... it was..."
"Mrs. Jean?"
"Mm, Mm!"
Nathan sat down and sighed slightly, "Don't randomly eat anything again."
Simona nodded her head obediently.
She abruptly grabbed the man's large hand and put it gently on her stomach, "H... hubby, massage.
