"Drink, drink quickly!" Yvonne looked forward to it, "I've improved it this time, I promise it won't be bitter!"
"I really don't want to drink." Finn tried to struggle with a bitter look on his face, "My beloved, why don't you learn some other skills?"
Yvonne was unhappy and held his chin with one hand and threatened: "Would you like to drink?"
"drink."
Finn took a deep breath, took the bowl from Fushun's hand, and prepared to drink it all while holding his breath as before. Unexpectedly, as soon as the soup was in my mouth, a refreshing herbal aroma hit my forehead. It was not delicious, but the disgusting sour smell was much lighter. You can hardly taste it if you don't taste it carefully.
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