Rosalie's face was pale after she vomited. Byron frowned and leaned over to look into her eyes. "How are you feeling? Do you feel better now?"

Rosalie was not able to hear his voice at all. After she threw up, she fell back on the bed weakly, still muttering unconsciously. "Ugh, it's so uncomfortable..."

Hearing this, there was a hint of distress in the bottom of Byron's eyes. He got up and took off his vomit-covered shirt, went into the bathroom, and washed his hands. He then went out to pour her a glass of water, wanting her to rinse her mouth.

As soon as he came back and walked into the bedroom door, Byron saw Rosalie standing on the floor and taking off her clothes as if no one else was beside her. She muttered as she peeled off her clothes, “Shower… I want to shower…”

As the woman gradually took off each piece of clothing, Byron suddenly came back to his senses. He walked quickly to Rosalie's side and tried to stop her. "Don't take off any more."

Rosalie was very unhappy as s