Bo Zhi's accusations were suddenly left unsaid.
Thinking of this, he chuckled, and half an hour later, he came out carrying some Brown Sugar Ginger Water, handing it to her, "It's not hot anymore, drink it."
Bo Nian frowned, her nose twitching, clearly very unhappy.
She showed every sign of not wanting to drink it.
Bo Nian looked at him pitifully, "Brother, can we negotiate? Just leave it here, I'll drink it later."
Bo Nian smirked, "Do you think I'm your little follower, that whatever you say goes? Drink it, don't make me say it a second time;
Saying it a second time means I'll force it down your throat."
Bo Nian suddenly felt small, helpless, and pitiful.
With heating pads on her abdomen and lower back, she wasn't as uncomfortable as before.
She still wanted to negotiate, but one look from Bo Zhi and she immediately lost her spirit.
"I'll drink it, just don't look at me so fiercely, I'm your sister, not a prisoner."
