How come it's so bitter?

( note: previous there was chapter name real story, by real story I Meant the story written by Myra. It was the original story she written but it started changing after Myra transmigated to her own novel. You may remember there was a scene where Myra asked herself if she should go with original story or change it I think you have already a idea about it.)

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Myra who was still at the home of a Stanger finally stopped thinking after wrecking her brain for whole afternoon.

I sighed and lied on bed without any thoughts in my mind staring at the ceiling blankly. The handsome Young Man didn't disturbed me this whole time and even prepared two maid servants for me.

Thump*

The door suddenly opened. The man entered with a bowl of soup in his hands.

Seeing the bowl of bitter herbal soup I frown sub- consciously : is there someone who could drink such a bitter soup? At least not me!!

The man might Realized my thoughts and put the bowl in front of me : "Don't make such face. You have to complete this soup."

"how could I drink something so bitter?" I retorted.

"It was you who drank this soup this Morning!" He retorted.

' Did I?' I gulped down. Trying to remember what happened this morning.

But..

Although I drank it but it didn't felt so bitter... How come it become so bitter right now?

Cough* the man coughed might be Sensing my row of thoughts again.

"You didn't felt it was bitter because you were poisoned." He tried to explained.

"What it has to do with taste?" I asked.

"the poison actually weakens you when you use your spiritual energy and numbing senses is only one of the side effects of poison."

" Sooo the Soup helped me to regain my senses." the situation finally made sense.

But wait!!!

I'm poisoned????

Who poisoned me??

Is he lying??

Is he friend or foe????

Calm down Myra, calm down... This person is really a mind reader. It won't be good if he become aware of your suspicion.

Calming myself down I took the bowl in my hand. But as soon as the odor of the soup entered my nose I couldn't hold myself anymore.

I ran out of the room and squat down near bushes to vomit: how did I drink it at Morning? Oh right my senses were numb...but I really can't drink it.

I pitifully held my stomach and looked at the handsome with puppy eyes. Dropping all my pride and ego.

"Big brother, I really can't drink it. If I drink it I'll be killed by this soup before the poison could kill me!! Waah please find another way!! Please??" I looked at him with expection.

The man stepped forward and press my accu-points, he brought the bowl of soup again. This time there was no bitter odor.

This guy is really powerful!!

I looked at him with shining eyes as if I've seen my idol I took the bowl from his hands. While gulping down the soup an abrupt thought came to my mind and started Choking.

He took the bowl from my hand and Patted my back gently. But it made me more horrified. I blurted out in panic :

"W.. Wa..Wangwei!!"