Chapter 9: Spit and feed a bowl

Ye Xiaonuo slept for a whole day and night.

She slowly opened her eyes, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

Soon, she noticed something was wrong.

Because this bedroom is full of masculine atmosphere, the big bed under you is as comfortable as sleeping on a cloud.

My rental house was shabby, small, extremely damp, and the bed board was hard.

It was completely different from the room in front of me.

Ye Xiaonuo sat up in a daze, his mind gradually clearing up.

Sending wine, losing virginity, breaking up, coma, all of these are not dreams, they are real.

Her thin fingers clenched the quilt tightly, and her thin body trembled uncontrollably.

Why?

Why?

Why did that man do this to him?

A line of clear tears flowed from the corner of his eyes, and Ye Xiaonuo raised his hand to wipe them away.

But the tears were like a faucet that had been turned on. It couldn't be stopped.

There was a soft "click" and the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Ye Xiaonuo sobbed and turned his head, and a middle-aged woman with dark skin and a stern face walked in.

She held a small blue and white porcelain bowl in her hand, and a bitter smell spread from the bowl.

Somehow, Ye Xiaonuo thought of the loyal and ruthless Grandma Rong.

Mother Han walked steadily to the bed, raised a small bowl and handed it to her, "Ms. Ye, it's time to drink the medicine."

Ye Xiaonuo stopped crying and bit her mouth tightly not to open her mouth.

Mother Han's straight mouth curled downwards, and the hand holding the medicine was steadily raised closer.

She repeated again: "Miss Ye, it's time to drink medicine."

Ye Xiaonuo carefully moved his body further away from the medicine.

That man was unpredictable and ruthless. Before, he was in high spirits and passed out unsatisfactorily. Who knows if he would kill himself out of unhappiness?

She didn't dare drink what he gave her.

She still has her mother waiting for her.

"I-I haven't eaten yet. It's not good to take medicine on an empty stomach."

"Ah!"

A cold scoff came. Ye Xiaonuo looked up and saw the tall and tall Fu Sili at the door.

"Mom Han, give me the medicine."

Mother Han walked to the door and handed him the medicine, walked out of the bedroom without looking back, and closed the door behind her.

"come over."

These two simple words scared Ye Xiaonuo's heart to stop for a moment.

Her eyelashes were trembling, and the hand that was gripping the quilt moved to lift the quilt.

Ye Xiaonuo stepped on the soft wool blanket with her bare feet and moved step by step.

As if he disliked her for walking too slowly, Fu Sili walked into the bedroom with three steps at a time.

"Drink."

The blue and white porcelain bowl appeared in front of him again. Ye Xiaonuo curled his lips and repeated again: "I haven't eaten, and Chinese medicine cannot be taken on an empty stomach."

"Can't drink?"

Fu Sili held her chin with one hand and lifted it up. Ye Xiaonuo was forced to look at him.

"Ye Xiaonuo, you can deceive others with your poor excuse, but you can never deceive me."

After she finished speaking, Fu Sili pinched her chin hard, forcing Ye Xiaonuo's mouth to open slightly.

Almost as soon as she opened her mouth, a bowl touched her lips.

The bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine spread in his mouth. Ye Xiaonuo's face wrinkled up and he almost subconsciously wanted to spit it out.

"Spit a mouthful, feed a bowl, and swallow."

Ye Xiaonuo stared at Fu Sili's face, which did not look like a real person, and swallowed the bowl of Chinese medicine as if he was dead.

After the bowl of medicine was finished, Fu Sili let go of her. Ye Xiaonuo's feet were weak and she staggered to the ground.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your life."

Fu Sili stood in front of her, condescendingly saying, "Go downstairs to eat."