"Be good, have two more sips, okay?"
He looked at her earnestly, his hopeful eyes making it hard for her to refuse.
"Alright." So Feng Yueya took two more sips.
"Come on, the last two sips." She had thought not to drink any more, but he brought the spoon to her again.
Feng Yueya furrowed her brows, glaring at him dissatisfied.
"You're not keeping your word!"
Yun Shangyuan didn't care at all, he smiled ingratiatingly and continued to coax her.
"Really, the last two sips. After that, I won't force you anymore."
"No way! I'm not drinking anymore!" Feng Yueya simply got up and lay on the bed, turning her back to him.
The few sips she had just taken were still stuck in her throat, making her extremely uncomfortable. How could she possibly listen to him and have two more sips?
Yun Shangyuan followed her and scooped up her upper body with one hand.
"Really, the last two. If you don't drink, the chicken soup will get cold."
