Jiang Yun'er clutched her heaving, voluptuous chest. After gulping down a mouthful of spring water, she hurried to the bathroom sink, rinsed her mouth vigorously, and spat it out.
She repeated this several times until she was breathing heavily.
She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her hand trembling as she raised it to cover her mouth. The tiny splits at the corners of her lips still throbbed with a dull pain.
To her disappointment, that strange taste still seemed to emanate faintly from the back of her throat.
Jiang Yun'er's brow furrowed. She stuck her longest finger deep down her throat and leaned over the toilet, trying to vomit the filth from her stomach.
Unfortunately, to maintain her figure, Jiang Yun'er had always been on a strict diet. She had only eaten two apples for dinner and her stomach was now completely empty.
She dry-heaved for a long time, only managing to spit up some thick saliva.
