Han Xi painfully lifted her hand to casually tie her hair up and went downstairs. She poured a glass of plain water in the dining room and drank a few sips, but her stomach still felt nauseous. She ran into the restroom beside the living room and leaned over the sink, dry heaving until she vomited all sour water.
Sister Zhang heard the noise from the kitchen and quickly came out. She frowned and gently patted Han Xi's back, "Madam, I'll wash some fruit for you later; your stomach is completely empty now."
"I'll go lie down upstairs for a while. Sister Zhang, please bring the fruit to my bedroom later."
"Alright, Madam."
Han Xi lifted her hand to turn on the faucet, splashed some cool water on her face, feeling terribly uneasy, her expression turning pale.
Back in the bedroom, Han Xi weakly lay down on the bed and touched her flat belly with her hand, "Baby, please don't torment Mommy anymore, it's really hard to bear, I'm really feeling unwell."
