Chapter 180: The Weak and Helpless President Bo

Bo Yanchen this time was obedient, lying beside the bed and vomiting into the trash can.

Tang Nuanning supported him with one hand and with the other, patted his back through the blanket.

But despite their efforts, Bo Yanchen only threw up a bit of yellow bile.

He had already emptied his stomach in the bathroom earlier, and now he was just dry heaving; the forceful retching brought up some bile.

Tang Nuanning frowned—throwing up bile must feel awful, huh?!

Her tone softened unconsciously a few notches, "If you can't vomit anything, stop trying, rinse your mouth."

She held up the tea from the bedside table for him to rinse his mouth with.

Bo Yanchen, lacking the strength to take the cup, drank a few sips with her help, rinsed his mouth, and lay back down.

Tang Nuanning pulled out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth.

This time he didn't push her hand away…