"Liu Qianshui, go ahead," Qu Tan'er gritted her teeth, finally deciding to listen.
Taken aback, Liu Qianshui had thought that this time she would hesitate for a while. "Master, aren't you afraid that he will wake up... Alright! I'll speak." No longer rambling, he immediately started speaking of what mattered, "To save him, you need to come with me—"
"Shut up!" A sudden, sharp command came from the bed.
Qu Tan'er quickly turned around to see the unconscious Mo Liancheng had awakened and was now staring at Liu Qianshui with anger in his eyes.
Liu Qianshui's expression froze.
There was surprise, unwillingness, and regret... as if regretting why he hadn't spoken earlier or why he hadn't just kept the other man unconscious. He intoned, "Young Master, you are injured and should not get agitated. Do not get worked up, for if you faint again, the master will surely be upset."
"..."
If it weren't for that last sentence, Liu Qianshui would probably be dead.
