He was so drunk just now and even vomited. He must be really drunk. This cannot be fake.

Will I really feel better if I vomit?

It must be like this.

But what did I just say?

Let her tell me if she needs help?

Damn it!

What is this? It's hooliganism!

Thinking about it again, Tang Xiaobao became more and more restless.

It seemed as if Luo Yuzhu also knew what he had done just now.

It’s over, my reputation is ruined!

Tang Xiaobao's face turned red and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Soon, the sound of water was heard in the toilet again.

But this time the time is very short.

Luo Yuzhu came out holding the door and glanced at Tang Xiaobao with squinted eyes.

Their eyes met, she looked away and staggered towards the bed.

Tang Xiaobao quickly stepped forward to support her, letting her lie down, and asked, "Are you feeling better now?"

"No, I just feel dizzy. Brother Tang, please don't go." Luo Yuzhu grabbed Tang Xiaobao's hand, feeling a little shy and pitiful.

"Okay, okay, I won't leave. It's almost dawn anyway, and I'll stay with you. You have to catch the train early tomorrow morning." Tang Xiaobao comforted.

Luo Yuzhu closed her eyes, said nothing, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Tang Xiaobao sat for a while, then suddenly slapped his head: "Damn, my brain is really short-circuited!"

"What's wrong? Brother Tang?" Luo Yuzhu opened his eyes and asked in a daze.

"Are you still drunk?"

"Um."

"It's okay, I have some sobering medicine, just wait."

After Tang Xiaobao finished speaking, he fumbled in his arms for a while and took out two unknown plants.

"Ah? What is this?" Luo Yuzhu asked, "Why do you have this thing on you?"

"Oh, I'm a doctor, so of course I have to prepare some herbs," said Tang Xiaobao.

"But they are still alive. There is still mud here."

"Ah?" Tang Xiaobao asked embarrassedly, "Are you really drunk or just pretending?"