Li Yifei returned to his own home, took off his pants, and put on a pair of big shorts. Even though his martial arts were strong, a small injury like this wouldn't affect him much, but wounds were still wounds after all, especially since they had just started to scab over. Walking with the pants rubbing against them was really painful. At this time, he wasn't on the battlefield or in any kind of danger, so there was no need to endure this agony. Of course, it was more comfortable to rest well at home.
Lying on the sofa watching TV, his mind couldn't help but drift back to the events of last night. That scene was truly unforgettable; though utterly absurd, it was tantalizing enough to keep him reminiscing.
