Bai Xiaoruo cut open a carton of milk with scissors and poured it into a pot. As soon as she smelled it, her stomach churned violently, and she covered her mouth and ran out of the kitchen.

Xian Mingyu turned off the stove and quickly followed her out to check on her.

"Ugh! I'm going to vomit..."

As I approached the bathroom door, I saw Bai Xiaoruo leaning against the sink, gagging repeatedly. Since she hadn't eaten anything, she couldn't vomit anything.

She dry heaved until her face turned pale; she still felt unwell and just wanted to vomit.

Hsien Ming-yu went outside to the living room and poured her a glass of warm water. He walked to her side and gently patted her back, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

After gagging for several minutes, Bai Xiaoruo finally calmed down a bit, took the warm water from Xian Mingyu's hand, and drank it in big gulps.

"Drink slowly, don't choke."

It seems she'll have to skip the cream of mushroom soup tonight; she can't even stand the smell of milk, let alone eat it.

She's only just gotten pregnant, and her pregnancy symptoms are already this severe. If her belly gets bigger, won't the symptoms be even worse?

She finished the large glass of warm water in a few big gulps, then handed the glass to Xian Mingyu, looking at him with red eyes.

I was gagging so badly that tears came out.

"Want more?"

Bai Xiaoru shook her head.

She's had enough water to drink, so she can't eat anything now.

Xuan Mingyu took the towel hanging on the hook, washed it with hot water, wrung it out, and wiped Bai Xiaoruo's face.

She looked so pitiful; it was heartbreaking to see.