"Oh no, Meow, because I've fused with you, the virtualization can't last very long, Meow!"
The next second, an explanation came from Meow in his mind.
Yan Huan's face turned black immediately, and before he could even utter "useless," a shadow surged toward Yan Huan like a rising tide.
"..."
Feeling his body covered by darkness, Yan Huan was momentarily stunned, then he looked up, glancing to his side.
He saw Ye Shiyu, in her pajamas, infinitely gentle, exuding an almost saintly aura, looking at him.
"Meow..."
Perhaps because he had just seen Ye Shiyu's extremely gentle side, Yan Huan blinked, focusing on this ultimate version of Ye Shiyu in this if-line.
But what greeted him was not the warmth from before...
Instead, it was Ye Shiyu's foot rising high.
"Meow?"
When Yan Huan saw Ye Shiyu's slipper rising far above his head, about to crash down like Mount Tai, his previously cute expression froze.
"Boom!!"
