That Devil at Home Forces Me to Drink Tonic Every Day

He was in the Demon Sect and had just been kidnapped for three days. There are rumors in the world that I am the most sickly beauty in the righteous way, and my opponent, Yan Jiuli, the leader of the Demon Cult, is the living king of hell who kills without blinking an eye. The day I was taken away by him, everyone in my school was crying. They were probably already discussing which font to engrave on my tombstone. I also thought I wouldn't survive tonight. As a result, Yan Jiuli threw me on the softest bed in the entire Demon Cult, then brought me a bowl of dark medicine and said expressionlessly: "Drink the Broken Heart Powder." I smelled it, my dear, Tianshan snow lotus, thousand-year-old polygonum multiflorum... Each medicinal material was so expensive that it could buy half of our mountain. He calls this Broken Heart Powder? I felt enlightened, coughed twice softly, and tilted my head: "Kill or behead him, it's up to you. But it's hard to obey such an unknown poison." Then, I looked at the devil who was said to be able to stop a three-year-old from crying, and stood there in silence. After a long while, he silently scooped up a spoonful of medicine, blew on it, and handed it to my mouth. His voice was a little... Aggrieved? "... Added sugar, not bitter." Me: "?" Help, I suspect this demon has a bad mind and has a crush on me. Now, while I was "forced" to drink sky-high price tonics, I remotely controlled the situation and defrauded the elders in my sect who hoped for my early death until they lost their pants.