The maid placed the soup in front of Luke Land. Just smelling that scent made Luke feel like throwing up a bit. He thought, Eva Miller eats this kind of stuff every day; it's indeed a bit hard on her.
"I saw it, oh! Your bowl of soup is only one-third filled, so does that mean I only need to drink one-third too?" Eva was excited and picked up an empty bowl next to her, preparing to pour some from her own full bowl of soup.
"Go fill it up." Luke handed the bowl to the maid, and Eva's face instantly fell.
A bowl full of soup was placed in front of Luke; he furrowed his brow, looking extremely unwilling.
"Luke Land, don't force yourself if you can't drink it..." Eva gloated beside him, "Ha, now you know the pain we women go through, right..."
Eva was about to start a long rant, but Luke just took that bowl of soup and... downed it in one go.
"Cough, cough..." Luke struggled to swallow the contents, and his stomach immediately felt nauseous.
