"Mo Shiqian, you really are both terrible and disgusting!"
His laugh was low and brief, then took on a more sinister tone, "However terrible, however disgusting, you can only swallow it down."
"I'll eat it myself!"
The man, unfazed, said, "You had your chance, but you chose to throw a fit and smash things, now it's gone."
"I won't eat it."
He lifted his eyelids to glance at her and uttered three words, "Still want to make a fuss?"
Chi Huan tried several times to pull out the IV, but each time she was stopped by his cool, sardonic gaze.
She knew he would do as he said; he was capable of doing something so repulsive, so was there anything he wouldn't dare to do?
She wasn't sure if there was anyone in the world who could handle him.
In the end, she was still spoon-fed that bowl of plain porridge.
