Liu Chen held the knife and meticulously cleaned the dirt from her wound bit by bit.
Because Liu Chen had just slapped her, she didn't dare to say another word.
In Qingshan City, countless people feared her, yet now Ma Yizhu didn't dare to make a sound in front of this man.
"If it hurts, just bear it. If it's really unbearable, I'll give you a stick to bite on."
Liu Chen came out of the kitchen with a black rolling pin. Ma Yizhu glared at him, thinking, you want me to put that in my mouth?
Liu Chen didn't have time to explain to her, telling her to hold it. When it hurts, just bite down on it.
Ma Yizhu turned her head in disdain. This dirty thing, you want me to bite it? No way!
No matter what Ma Yizhu thought internally, Liu Chen showed no mercy, working quickly to minimize her pain timing.
"Ah!" Beads of sweat appeared on Ma Yizhu's face as sharp pains shot from her wound.
"Can you slow down a bit!" Ma Yizhu cried out in pain, losing the dignity she usually held.
