While Chen Yu was digesting his newly acquired special ability, the young man gradually regained consciousness, clutching his throat and dry heaving at the head of the bed for quite a while.
Glancing up, his eyes were ice-cold as he looked toward the plump neighbor, "You... cough. Why did you hit me?"
"He didn't mean to hit you," said Chen Yu, suppressing the restlessness within him, trying to defuse the situation.
"Right, right, right!" The plump neighbor nodded frantically like a pecking chicken, "I didn't mean to hit you."
The young man: "Then you... "
"He wanted to kill you," Chen Yu added, "and then stage a coup. Didn't you hear him?"
The young man: "..."
The plump neighbor: "..."
"I think the one wanting a coup is you!" The key word from Chen Yu made the young man redirect his anger back at Chen Yu, "What were you attacking me for just now?"
"I just wanted to touch your stomach," Chen Yu explained.
