Dealing with Tigers

By then, Qi Yufeng had arrived. He couldn’t enter; the cage blocked him. I didn’t hear what he was shouting; I only saw his face, pale one moment, mouthing words, then flushed with rage, violently kicking the cage, then dragging it away with a livid face, like a fool. I laughed, but my hands didn’t stop… My skin is so thin, I mused. But the smell of blood couldn’t mask the repulsive odor! I angrily walked over to the still convulsing beast, “Why are you still in heat?” I stabbed it with the glass, pulled it out, and blood spurted out! Stabbed again, “You stink, do you know that?” Pulled out, stabbed again, “It won’t go away!!” Just as I was about to pull out the glass again, I was lifted up by Qi Yufeng, who carried me away, shouting at people along the way, then softly speaking to me with a furrowed brow. I trembled more violently, feeling like my organs were being squeezed together, pulsing. Although my vision was blurring, I was still conscious. I saw guilt and concern in Qi Yufeng’s eyes. I squinted and laughed, “Beast!” and bit his chest. But his chest was hard to bite, so I released my jaw, exhausted. I smeared the dog’s blood that had splattered onto my hand onto Qi Yufeng’s forehead. He was about to explode with anger, veins bulging, eyes glaring at me. I laughed even harder, “Baptized in dog blood! Haha~” Haha… Haha… “But… I… am so tired… so hot…” Then, I actually fainted on his chest, which was heaving from his running.