Su Ran didn't speak.
Su Ran continued to be silent.
Based on her understanding of men, if she spoke now, her condition would progress from "frail" to "exhausted."
Fu Qiyuan simply smiled and moved the spoon closer to her lips by two inches.
Su Ran wasn't being pretentious and took a sip with the spoon.
When the man scooped up another spoonful and brought it to her lips, she shook her head.
"I don't want anymore."
"Take two more sips."
Su Ran continued to shake her head, "I don't want to."
Fu Qiyuan's patience was plentiful, his tone as if coaxing a child.
"Be good, just two sips, it's good for the stomach!"
Su Ran looked at him reluctantly, "Really just two sips?"
"Mm."
"Alright then!"
Eventually, Su Ran relented and drank two more sips with the spoon he handed to her.
True to his word, Fu Qiyuan put the soup bowl on the coffee table after two sips.
Chu Xiyao clenched her teeth so hard, using all her strength, as if she didn't feel any pain at all.
