Chapter 904: Chapter 904

But he couldn’t hit the man in white, so he just kept barking at him.

If Feng Liyan knew the steering wheel controlled the car, he would definitely jump onto the steering wheel to cause a scene.

Despite Little Gray Cat’s reluctance, the man in white drove away from Wu Garden with it in the car.

Thinking that taking Xiaobai away would mean not having to worry about tonight’s incident happening again.

Feng Liyan, who kept complaining about not wanting to leave, suddenly fell silent after the car had been driving for over ten minutes.

The man in white glanced at the quiet little gray cat lying on the passenger seat with its back to him, thinking Feng Liyan was angry and ignoring him, so he didn’t pay much attention.

He thought it wouldn’t be too late to comfort it once they arrived.

After all, Xiaobai couldn’t bear to be truly angry with him.

Although Xiaobai sometimes despised him, considering Xiaobai’s personality, it was already treating him pretty well overall.

No matter how angry Xiaobai got, he could always appease it in less than half an hour.

And in many small matters, it was usually Xiaobai who compromised first.

Thinking this, the man in white felt that he still held a high position in Xiaobai’s heart, at least before he met Xiaoguai.

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With this thought, the man in white felt a twinge of melancholy in his heart.

Feng Liyan felt like he was going to die. This was supposedly the first time he’d been in a car while conscious.

The first time when he fell in front of the man in white’s car and was brought back, he was unconscious, so he didn’t feel anything in the car.

But this time, in a conscious state, Feng Liyan couldn’t take it at all.

Just over ten minutes after the car started, Feng Liyan felt something was wrong. His head was getting dizzier, and his stomach was churning, making him nauseous and weak.

For someone like Feng Liyan, who had severe cleanliness issues and demands for air quality and all things pristine, the mix of air conditioning and faint gasoline smells in the car was unbearable.

Half an hour after getting in the car, Feng Liyan started vomiting.

Since they were on the street, and the cat’s voice wasn’t loud, even though the car wasn’t going particularly fast, it was enough to cover the sound of Feng Liyan’s retching, so the man in white didn’t hear it.

Even while driving, the man in white occasionally focused on Feng Liyan, but because Feng Liyan was always facing away from him, he didn’t notice Feng Liyan’s distress.

Once Feng Liyan started, he couldn’t stop vomiting. For someone who couldn’t handle car rides, motion sickness was truly torturous.

Especially for those severely affected, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it felt worse than death.

Even someone like Feng Liyan, who wouldn’t flinch at a stab wound, couldn’t withstand it.

The car seat was covered in his vomit, and Feng Liyan doubted his cat life.

His little paws and body were stained with his own vomit; he had never despised himself more.

You idiot, stop the car, I’m dying.

After a bout of vomiting, Feng Liyan struggled to get up and meowed at the man in white.

But after just two calls, his legs couldn’t support him, and he rolled back onto the seat.

The man in white glanced over unintentionally, and the sight startled him.

"Xiaobai, what happened to you?"

The man in white hurriedly pulled the car over to the side of the road to check on Feng Liyan.

Seeing the vomit on the seat and always mindful of Feng Liyan’s cleanliness obsession, the man in white instinctively picked Feng Liyan up.

He grabbed a few tissues to wipe Feng Liyan’s mouth and body.

Seeing the unbearably uncomfortable and weak little gray cat, the man in white was extremely worried.