Qi Xiangsi was utterly resistant, her body kept retreating, and her mouth was tightly shut, refusing to let the servant force that disgusting concoction down her throat.
But with her meager strength, she was no match for the servant, who was already an adult and strong from daily heavy labor and training. She really couldn't win against him.
Very soon, she was pinned to the ground by the servant, who forcibly poured a bowl of soup down her throat.
Qi Xiangsi felt she was disgustingly foul, everything stank, particularly the taste in her mouth.
She wanted to vomit from nausea, but as soon as the servant finished pouring the soup, he immediately blocked her mouth, leaving her unable to vomit.
She could only endure the foul taste in her mouth, unable to utter a word.
But she felt aggrieved!
So aggrieved.
