Elizabeth could only obediently sit on the sofa.
The assistant poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea, with lemon slices in it. "Drink it!"
Elizabeth, unfamiliar with chrysanthemums and afraid of being poisoned, shook her head. "No, I'd rather have cola!"
"Drinking too much cola will make your face spotty and will make you darker, be good, don't make me angry." The assistant said.
Elizabeth took it with trepidation, her legs weak, and asked, "You won't drug me again in this, will you?"
The assistant leaned closer, whispering warmly, "Do I still need to drug you? That's unnecessary, right?"
"I..."
"Be good, I said don't make me angry, okay?"
Elizabeth could only take small sips of the chrysanthemum tea, surprisingly fragrant, slightly tart, with the sweetness of honey. "It's so good, what drink is this?"
"Tasty, isn't it?" the assistant asked.
"Tasty."
"Then drink more!" the assistant said.
