Thinking about this clearly, Xiong Miao also knew that he had no way to resist, so he raised the cup again.
Just like that, Xiong Miao kept drinking many glasses of water, and Xiong Miao went to the toilet countless times in the process, but Zhan Yeling acted as if he didn't see it, and didn't care about her feelings at all.
Xiong Miao's heart felt a little cold, he never expected Zhan Yeling to be so perverted!
Come up with such an inhuman punishment!
"What on earth do you want! I've had enough!" Xiong Miao finally couldn't help shouting.
This time, Zhan Yeling did not ignore her question, but looked up at her coldly: "Aren't you happy when Zhan Zifeng poured you water? Why? You can't drink the water I poured?"
After hearing this, Xiong Miao finally understood why Zhan Yeling was angry, but she couldn't explain it.
After all, when Zhan Zifeng handed her water, it happened to be when Zhan Yeling walked in, and he saw this scene with his own eyes.
Thinking of this, Xiong Miao fell silent, drank the water in his hand, and made no excuses.
Zhan Yeling saw that she didn't refute, his handsome face immediately darkened, his eyes were condensed, as if he wanted to poke a hole in her body.
Just when the atmosphere was tense, Butler Li's voice came in at the right time: "Master, lunch is ready."
Zhan Yeling raised his hand slightly, and Butler Li immediately asked the servant to bring up the plate, set the lunch and went down.
After Butler Li also went down, Zhan Yeling got up and came to the dining table, looking deeply at Xiong Miao who was still sitting on the sofa.
Xiong Miao knew what he meant, endured the discomfort in his stomach, moved over slowly, and sat opposite him.
Today's lunch is pasta. The portion is not much, but it is extraordinarily delicate, and it looks very appetizing.
Normally, Xiong Miao would definitely feel that this plate was not enough to eat, but today it was uncharacteristically.
After drinking so much water just now, when she saw this plate of pasta, she just felt more uncomfortable in her stomach and wanted to vomit.
But Zhan Yeling pointed to the plate in front of her, and ordered concisely: "Eat."
How can Xiong Miao eat anymore? She looked at Zhan Yeling miserably, and begged: "I really can't eat anymore."
Zhan Yeling sneered, and parted his thin lips lightly: "If I tell you to eat, you can eat it."
As soon as these words came out, Xiong Miao knew that it was useless to resist, and would only annoy him even more, and then was forced to finish the pasta.
She had no choice but to endure the nausea, rolled up some noodles with a fork, and put them into her mouth silently.
However, before eating two bites, Xiong Miao couldn't bear the nausea anymore, and ran to the bathroom to vomit.
She lay on the marble washbasin, looked up and saw her pale face in the mirror, feeling only sad in her heart.
She closed her eyes, suppressed her rebellious emotions, and walked out slowly, clutching her throbbing stomach.
When he came out and saw Zhan Yeling on the phone, Xiong Miao was glad that he had a chance to breathe.
Zhan Yeling's voice was not too loud, but it was still heard by the weak Xiong Miao, but it was not clear.
"Yes, I vomited, um, come here immediately." Zhan Yeling's voice was cold, with a little impatience in his tone, hiding some impatience.
Although the words were incomplete, Xiong Miao guessed that he was calling himself a doctor.
She just ate too much, is it necessary to call a doctor?
Not long after, Cheng Jiuyuan hurried over with a medical kit, very anxious.
"Mr. Zhan! Here I come! Ms. Xiong, she..." Before Cheng Jiuyuan finished speaking, he saw Xiong Miao standing not far away.