Song Yan's expression gradually faded away.
She stopped the motion of drinking the brown sugar water and without hesitation spat out the mouthful she had just taken, then emotionlessly set the cup down on the nightstand and lay down.
"Get out."
The servant was utterly astonished, not knowing what had just happened.
But Song Yan's attitude was very clear, and without daring to question anything, the servant carefully picked up the cup and backed out of the room.
Song Yan kept her eyes closed, her already pale face now entirely expressionless.
She had to be morally blackmailed just for drinking some brown sugar water?
Pah.
It's better not to drink it at all.
Just making her brown sugar water qualifies someone as a responsible boyfriend? It shows enough concern for her?
Does she have to count her blessings for that?
Suddenly, for no reason, she thought of another man.
Then.
Song Yan felt even worse.