This vile woman was not only cruel but also damned poisonous.
Li Banfeng felt a tingling itch on his back and hurried back to his Portable Residence.
Once inside the house, he took off his clothes, ready to ask his wife to treat his wounds, but she suddenly burst out roaring, "Hey you madman, where did these scratches on your back come from?"
Li Banfeng explained, "They were made by a woman."
"Hmph! So you admit it! She scratched you so deeply; it looks like you didn't hold back either!"
Li Banfeng pointed at his back. "I've been poisoned."
"You two even used poison? What other elaborate games did you play?"
Li Banfeng picked up his clothes. "My clothes are torn too."
"The clothes are torn..." his wife echoed thoughtfully.
CLANG CLANG CLANG—
The Phonograph calmed a bit, spewing out a puff of steam that caressed Li Banfeng's back.
