I Miss Your Slap

An Lin felt like he had died.

At that moment, he recalled his days running under the sun and his life of cultivation…

Within a murky greyness.

A faint medicinal aroma wafted by.

He opened his eyes with great difficulty to find that he was lying on a bed, beside which a pot of medicine was sitting over a fire.

"I… I didn't die…"

He was just about to move his body when a searing pain erupted.

"Ah…!"

An Lin let loose a pained cry as he let loose a torrent of abuse in his heart. Stupid c*nt kirin, don't you know you're injured? Why are you trying to move?

His movements were out of his control, but he could feel all of the resulting pain.

What a bizarre experience!

At this moment, a crisp, pleasant voice sounded.

"You're awake?"

A woman in a cream-colored dress walked gracefully into the room and cocked her head to the side as she examined An Lin with curious eyes. "You're a kirin?"