From that time onwards, Bi Xia never drank tea again, because every time she drank it, she felt extremely nauseous.
Without asking Bi Xia for the reason, Qin Zhan simply refilled Bi Xia's water and then pushed all the teaware to one side.
He took the cup originally used by Bi Xia, poured in plain water, and slightly raised his gaze to look at the boy who was astonished by his actions. Gracefully, he picked up the teacup, then tilted his head back and drank it all.
"If you don't like it, just tell me," he placed the cup down and looked seriously at the boy, "Don't force yourself."
Bi Xia shook her head, "No need, it's just that I'm not used to it. You're making me feel too spoiled."
"What does spoiled mean?"
"Hmm?" Bi Xia looked at the young man who asked her, "It means to do as one pleases. Not liking something means not liking it, and liking something means liking it. It means not caring about what others think or whether it could inconvenience others."
