He still had the look of someone half asleep, his face exuding heavy irritation, "Are you dumb? Can't you even hold a cup? Annoying."
"My hand hurts." Shu Wan's simple two words shut Fu Yang up.
Fu Yang gritted his teeth, held back his frustration, and finally, reluctantly, poured some water for Shu Wan and brought it to her lips, "Drink! You wanted to drink so badly, finish this entire cup."
Shu Wan only drank half before pulling away, "Alright, get me a wet towel, I want to wash my face."
Fu Yang gripped the cup tightly, thought better of it, and decided to endure.
Following Shu Wan's request, Fu Yang fetched a wet towel from the bathroom. He was about to throw it on Shu Wan's face when she lifted her tightly bandaged right hand, "I can't wipe myself."
"Don't you still have your left hand?"
"I was afraid you would fall, I had been holding you with my left hand the whole time, and now it's dislocated."
Fu Yang's face darkened, "You weren't holding me."
