As expected, within a short period of time, she gulped down a mouthful of water and almost choked.
Xia Xiaonuan felt a dry, itchy discomfort in her throat, and she pushed Nangong Yaoling away, coughing uncontrollably.
"It seems like your trachea isn't quite right?"
Nangong Yaoling looked at her seriously and said, "Another day, I'll have a doctor check it for you."
Xia Xiaonuan glared at him fiercely. Who wouldn't choke after being forced to drink water like that, no matter how good their throat is?
Nangong Yaoling's fingertip glided over her neck. As she had fallen just now, her neck got scratched, and the wound was still oozing crimson blood, stinging faintly with any touch.
The man's eyes flickered with a complex, undecipherable emotion.
His fingertips slowly slid down her jawline, then a large hand gripped her chin, and he spoke coldly, his breath brushing against her face, "Use the method I just taught you to feed me..."
