William Preston nodded, smiled slightly on his cold face, and then said, "Would you like some water?"

Ivelle nodded. "I have a sore throat!"

He moved his seat and sat on the edge of the bed, then helped her up and leaned against him.

She frowned and instinctively wanted to refuse. He suddenly opened his mouth with a cold and indifferent voice. "You are sick now, don't think about it!"

She was stupefied. She couldn't react, so she had to follow his action. He put the water cup on her mouth and signaled her to drink.

After a few sips, she said, "All right, thank you!" Her throat is a...