Luo Yan was struck speechless by Shen Yu's casual use of "Luo Yan." She'd definitely go back and get her household registration card changed by the old man!
The evening river breeze gently blew as Shen Yu carried Luo Yan in a few large strides into the house.
The warm light inside made Luo Yan feel even more dispirited. She resigned herself to stop struggling and was placed on the sofa by Shen Yu.
"Your sprained foot needs rest; why did you go out again?" Shen Yu said as he opened his backpack and took out his special medicinal liquor.
"Work is important," Luo Yan replied.
"The Luo family is so large, surely you don't have to take on everything. Why must you..."
"Because I am taking it on," Luo Yan furrowed her eyebrows.
Shen Yu was taken aback: "What?"
Luo Yan shot him a glance: "Weren't you going to apply the medicine? Hurry up and finish so you can leave."
Shen Yu opened the medicinal liquor, poured some onto his palm, and gently began to massage Luo Yan.
