The Fat Cat's eyes clearly brightened upon hearing that the wound wouldn't heal until tomorrow morning.
Zheng Qing cautiously glanced at it.
Xiao Xiao also noticed the plump cat's eagerness and used the feather pen to lift up a hanging end of the bandage, curiously observing: "This bandage of yours doesn't look like an ordinary item..."
Zheng Qing clucked his tongue and rewrapped the white bandage around his arm.
The enticing scent to the cat instantly vanished without a trace, and the Fat Cat's expression visibly drooped. It reluctantly stood on its hind legs and tried to claw off the bandage, but the moment its paws touched the bandage, an uncontrollable look of disgust appeared on its face, as if shocked, and it jumped backward.
"Just like that."
