Que Feiling looked up, his gaze meeting hers.
He was momentarily lost.
Perhaps because he'd been dreaming for so long, Que Feiling was overcome by a sense of unreality. He reached up and tugged on one of his ear feathers.
He tugged too hard and pulled out a few feathers.
But the pain was sharp.
'It's real.'
Que Feiling took a deep breath and massaged his temples.
Jiang Qingli raised a hand to rub his other temple. "What's wrong? Don't you feel well?"
"It's just that I feel *too* good... so I was trying to remember what I'm supposed to say in this situation. I don't think the forums covered this."
Que Feiling hadn't been on his guard and blurted it out.
He only realized what a ridiculous thing he'd said after the words were out, and he quickly tried to take it back. "Ah, no, what I meant was—"
His words died in his throat.
Because Jiang Qingli was laughing again.
She smiled and rubbed the youth's cheeks, then pinched them and pulled them outwards. "Does it hurt?"
