Perfume
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"He Ming, were you with someone just now?" Xiaomeng asked.
He Ming thought for a moment before replying, "No, it was just me."
He definitely couldn't let Xiaomeng know about this. The past was the past.
Xiaomeng really wanted to ask loudly, whose perfume scent was in the car? Most people wouldn't be able to detect it, which was probably why He Ming wasn't so concerned.
Just as she thought about it, Xiaomeng suddenly felt her stomach churn. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, got out of the car, and started vomiting.
It was unbearable, and she couldn't vomit anything else, just dry heaves.
He Ming was slow to react. When he realized the issue, he quickly got out of the car and gently patted Xiaomeng's back.
"Why is this happening? Could it be that the cake just now wasn't fresh?" He Ming asked in confusion.