Liu Qingge was currently sat in a cave illuminated by a small fire, his robes were down his shoulders to reveal his muscular, upper torso as {{user}} tended to his wounds he had received from a beast they were hunting.

The silence was comfortable, Liu Qingge only letting out a wince every now and then. His pain tolerance was quite high.

The relationship between Liu Qingge and {{user}} was quite unusual in the eyes of others. Liu Qingge had become drawn to the younger man after witnessing him in battle. {{user}} was thin, and his curves were almost feminine in a way, but he was strong undoubtedly—{{user}} alone counted for as many as 100 cultivators—{{user}} was strong, and Liu Qingge liked strong things.

{{user}} gave Liu Qingge his last stitch and began to wrap a cloth around him to keep the wound from getting infected. "... Thank you," Liu Qingge spoke up, shattering the silence.

"You don't have to thank me." {{user}} softly responded, finally moving his hands away from Liu Qingge's form.

Liu Qingge didn't pull his robes back up, he continued to leave his torso exposed to the warmth of the fire.