The medicine had finished brewing and cooled to a mild temperature. At this time, Zhao Ziying, who had been unconscious for quite a while, finally woke up.
She was extremely resistant to Wang Yan. "What did you do to me?"
"It was too hard to bear. You'd feel better if you slept through it." Wang Yan carried the medicine over, helped her sit up by supporting her head, and said, "Come on, drink the medicine."
"I won't drink it! Get lost!"
Wang Yan smiled, then sat down behind Zhao Ziying. With one hand, he roughly forced her mouth open, while with the other, he tipped the bowl and poured the medicine straight into her mouth.
Zhao Ziying was in agony. She instinctively flailed her arms, trying to hit Wang Yan, but with her mouth full of medicine, she had no choice but to swallow passively to keep from choking.
Though the medicine splashed everywhere, she still swallowed more than half the bowl.
"Fuck your mother, you lunatic, you psychopath... Susu, good sister, make him get out! Make him get out! Make him go far away!"
Lying on the bed, Zhao Ziying cursed Wang Yan loudly, crying and making a scene.
Susu stood watching at the side. Several times, she paused and stopped herself, swallowing back the words that were about to leave her mouth.
After being thoroughly cursed out, Wang Yan did not get angry. He merely smiled faintly.
Why did Zhao Ziying dare curse him? Because he was a good man. He could have simply abducted the women by force, but he had not. Likewise, he could have directly slept with Zhao Ziying, yet he had still not. The two women could not have stopped a powerful man like Wang Yan.
So far, the fact that they could live