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"I …"

Fu Xingchen's expression was somewhat ugly.

Before Tang Yijue could react, Fu Xingchen had already pushed him away. He quickly got off the bed and ran into the bathroom.

Tang Yijue's elegant brows wrinkled slightly. He couldn't care less as he got up and followed in.

"Ugh …"

Fu Xingchen used both hands to prop himself up from the washstand. He retched dryly, his face somewhat pale