"Uh, uh..." Lin Xiaoguai leaned over the toilet, throwing up everything she had just eaten.
Shen Chi gently patted her back, anxiously asking, "Wanwan, how are you feeling?"
"Uncomfortable..." Lin Xiaoguai grimaced, sounding somewhat depleted.
Shen Chi reached out to help her up, took a cup from the sink to let her rinse her mouth, then half carried, half supported her out.
"Little Aunt, are you still feeling unwell? I have some preserved plums, do you want them?" Han Xinyu, already a mature fourteen-year-old girl, spoke like a little adult.
Lin Xiaoguai shook her head, just about to speak, when Zheng Cuicui interjected, "Wanwan, could you be pregnant?"
At this comment, everyone present was stunned, and Shen Chi quickly turned to look at Lin Xiaoguai.