In the bathroom, An Xiaomian's voice sounded somewhat weak, a bit painful.
An Xiaomian thought that this time, her stomach would only hurt for half an hour and then stop.
But fate was not kind to her. Half an hour later, Shangguan Xiu had returned, and her stomach was still experiencing intense pain.
She was sweating profusely from the pain. If she went out like this, it would be impossible for Shangguan Xiu not to notice she was ill.
"What's wrong with you?" Shangguan Xiu suddenly began pounding on the door forcefully. He had already heard from her voice that something was off; it was obvious, like she was sick.
Hearing his rough knocking, An Xiaomian believed that within minutes, he would definitely take the door off its hinges. To keep him from discovering her condition, she hurriedly spoke: "Stop knocking, I have diarrhea. I was trying to cook tonight, probably didn't do a good job, so now my stomach hurts. If you break the door, are you trying to embarrass me to death?"
