C169 I Can't Take My Own Weapon

Where am I?

In his hazy consciousness, Lee Yaodao's mind gradually recovered. He raised his hand consciously, wanting to grab something.

However, this grab did not matter. The key was that he really caught something amidst the blurriness of his consciousness.

It felt so soft and tender. What was this thing?

Lee Yaodao subconsciously pinched it according to the feeling