Qiao Yu said, "Yeah! So I cook some porridge you love every day! Just in case you come back."
Gu Xiaomo didn't dare to look at Qiao Yu, lowered her head and stared at the porridge in her hands, responding with a grunt.
Qiao Yu went to the kitchen to cook.
Gu Xiaomo looked back at his figure, feeling a tugging pain in her heart.
She sipped some porridge and found the taste truly delightful.
Qiao Yu's cooking skills were really excellent.
Taking another sip, Gu Xiaomo felt a bit nauseous, but she didn't mind and took another sip.
But this time, she really couldn't drink any more.
Her stomach was in turmoil, feeling uncomfortable.
Putting down the porridge, Gu Xiaomo covered her mouth and rushed to the restroom, "Ugh"—she vomited all the porridge she had just drunk.
"Momo!!" Hearing the commotion from Gu Xiaomo, Qiao Yu immediately ran over and followed her to the bathroom, patting her back, "Why are you throwing up all of a sudden?"
