Tiantian knew she couldn't provoke this beast, so she conscientiously closed the door for them, silently praying in her heart, "Wanwan, you're on your own! Anyway, you should... be used to it by now!"
Wen Wan choked on the vinegar forced into her mouth and coughed violently at the edge of the bed, "Cough cough… cough cough..."
Mo Siluo stood by the bed, his eyebrows tightly knitted together.
"Water… water…" Wen Wan's coughing brought tears to her eyes; she frantically reached out her little hand, grabbing onto Mo Siluo's pants.
"Troublesome!" Mo Siluo seemed to be holding back his anger. Although he muttered about the trouble, he still went to pour a glass of water for the woman.
After the hot water entered her stomach, Wen Wan felt much better and exhaled a long breath.
But Mo Siluo reached out to gently pat the woman's cheek, gritting his teeth, "Why can't you remember?"
"It hurts, it hurts." Wen Wan kept her eyes shut, frowning and mumbling.
