The legend that cats have nine lives seemed to be true. Little Feng Miao, who had stubbornly refused to leave and insisted on clinging to Zheng Xiu, paid a terrible price for it.
When Zheng Xiu woke up, the back of his head was resting on Madam's soft lap. Looking up, all he could see was her hair. He remembered the matter of the Dragon Gate Inn and struggled to sit up, but Madam pushed him back down.
Zheng Xiu could only push upward with his hands.
"Ngh~"
Xie Luohe let out an indignant gasp.
Zheng Xiu could finally make out Madam's stunning, worried face.
Madam's face flushed. She slapped at his restless hands that were roving over her chest and scolded him.
"Still causing trouble when you're injured!"
With an adorable yet furious MEOW, Little Feng Miao leaped down from Xie Luohe's shoulder. Without a second thought, its claws raked across Zheng Xiu's face, leaving behind a series of bloody scratches.
"No!"
