Liu Chen brought Li Qingwan back to his home. Li Qingwan was injured, so Liu Chen could only carry her to the bed in the bedroom and said, "You can stay here for now. It's very safe; no one will find you."
Li Qingwan nodded, "Her shoulder had been dislocated from a blow, and even though it's been set back into place, it still throbs with pain."
"Could you get me a glass of water?" Li Qingwan asked.
Liu Chen went to boil water and soon came back with a glass, handing it to Li Qingwan.
Li Qingwan glanced at the glass but didn't take it. Liu Chen instantly understood, turned around to sit on the bed, and fed her the water.
What a good woman. Instead of living the good life, you choose to be a grim reaper? Isn't that a man's job? Liu Chen felt a pang of distress for her.
