Yacht Party

Carroll patted me on the back and sneered. "You're like the big wolf." "I... Ugh." Just as I was about to retort, my stomach churned again. If I didn't digest well, I should be vomiting the food last night. Unfortunately, my digestion function was very good, and I could only spit out sour water. After throwing up, I dragged the railing and fell onto the deck. Carroll handed me a cup of warm water and said, "Rinse your mouth, and then go in and lie down for a while." "Oh." At this time, my face was as pale as paper. My legs were sore and weak, and I was carried into the bedroom like a puddle of mud by Carroll. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out something like a double-sided tape. He pulled my head and stuck two to my ears. I didn't have the Jason to resist and let him do it. During this period of time, I seemed to have eaten two pieces of bitter small pills. Carroll tucked me in, rubbed my head, and said, "You know that you're seasick, but you still want to go out to