Although Su Jinqi was angry, she still couldn't bear to see him suffering from vomiting and just stand by. She walked over, bent down, and patted his back.
"The doctor's advice and my words all flew out of your mind, didn't they?" Unable to hold it in anymore, she began to complain, "Do you not care about your body anymore? I told you to quit drinking, drink less—did you listen to even one word?"
"I didn't drink that much." Li Jinghan straightened up, gasping for air, as two more drunken burps escaped from his stomach.
Su Jinqi wrinkled her nose at the stench of alcohol and turned her face away, but she still scolded him, "You're telling me you didn't drink much? Look at you, puking like a mess, and you still want to put on an act?" As she spoke, her anger surged again, and she smacked his shoulder forcefully.
Li Jinghan, limp and listless, staggered slightly at her hit and quickly admitted his fault, "Honey, I won't drink next time. Please forgive me this once."