Just as Xiaoxiao was thinking about the rarity of a pure-hearted husband, she saw him thrust the medicine bowl at her again, "Drink it quickly!"
"…" Persistent as ever, she didn't know what to say to him anymore.
"I won't drink it, it's too bitter! And I'm not sick at all!" How could she, a person who struggles with taking medicine, ever drink it! Besides, she really didn't feel her health was suffering—she had gained a full twenty pounds! That must be a sign of a quack doctor.
"Drink it quickly!" Yang Ming simply wouldn't listen, just holding the medicine bowl steady, convinced that his wife had fainted because she was in poor health, and she must be treated.
"I said no!"
So, the two of them reached a deadlock. Xiaoxiao really didn't want to drink it, she hated being controlled by others, she had always done as she pleased, and she would definitely not do something she didn't want to do.