Yu Siqiao was startled by her sudden reaction and reflexively stood up, taking large strides toward her.
Mo Shu seldom felt so uncomfortable.
From the moment she smelled the blood to the point she threw up, it was less than a minute. The nausea came fiercely.
Mo Shu's head was spinning a bit, and for a while, she found it difficult to get up.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out beside her. Mo Shu, almost instinctively, grabbed his arm, and finally felt like she had some support, which made her feel a bit better.
"I told you to let me know if you can't handle it!" Yu Siqiao's chilling voice rang above her head. Mo Shu felt her back being gently patted by him, but his words remained annoying, "Now look, so many people watching you throw up, and we all have to endure the stench because of you!"
Mo Shu was breathing hastily. When she opened her eyes, she noticed her dress was stained with vomit.
Pulling herself up by his arm, she then received a navy blue men's handkerchief.
