By the time they reached the top-floor apartment,
Dongfang Yu turned on the lights.
The White Cat had been lying on the sofa,
but the sight of its owner coming in scared it so much it rolled off the sofa.
It looked incredulously at the person before it.
Was this bruised and purple figure really its owner?
How could that beautiful face have been beaten to such a state?
Dongfang Yu glanced at the stunned Xiao Bai and went to the bathroom.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror.
He couldn't help but hiss in pain.
If it weren't for his strong teeth, he reckoned they would have been smashed to bits.
How ruthless, every strike aimed to kill!
Thus, his sense of accomplishment from earlier dissipated like smoke.
He glared at his reflection in the mirror, venomously,
gritting his teeth, "Qin Yize, I will make you pay."
And just at that moment,
he suddenly felt a blockage in one of his meridians.
He was immediately alarmed.
He had forgotten.
