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... sensation in my stomach, I couldn’t help but want to vomit. A bag conveniently appeared in front of me, followed by Ivan Underwood’s slightly deep voice, "Don’t throw up in my car."
I ungraciously threw up into the bag. The air was filled with an indescribable smell, but I didn’t care at this moment. After feeling a bit better in my stomach, I tied up the bag, pulled out a tissue to wipe my mouth, and turned to look hazily at Ivan Underwood, "Why am I in your car?"
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