Just a while ago she didn't feel so nauseous, but for some reason, after eating a little, her stomach was so uncomfortable.
"Beautiful, are you alright?" someone asked with concern.
Mu Liang followed her to the restroom, prompting a burst of screams. He cast a cold glance, ignoring the women's shrieking, "Qiao Xia, what's wrong? Speak, are you deaf?"
Qiao Xia was weak all over, her lips pale, looking like she was about to faint any moment, with a hint of tears in the corners of her eyes, making her look especially pitiable. Mu Liang wrapped her entirely in his arms, a few strands of her hair damply sticking to her cheek, making her seem as fragile as a porcelain doll.
Mu Liang's hand rested on her forehead—Qiao Xia had a slight fever.
"What's the matter with you?"
Qiao Xia clutched his lapels tightly, feeling dizzy and blurry, "I want to go home."
Mu Liang suddenly scooped her up, and Qiao Xia yelped, hugging his neck instinctively, "Put me down."
