CLUCK!!
"NO, YOU STUPID FEATHERED RAT—NOT THE HAIR AGAIN!"
Lin Fan thrashed around in the grass, his face covered in peck marks and tufts of chicken feathers.
His beast—an overweight, single-minded chicken with the aggression of a drunken brawler—was currently trying to assert dominance by standing on his chest and flapping wildly.
Lin Fan sat up, panting, disheveled, and completely fed up.
His robes were torn, his hair stuck up in strange angles, and he smelled faintly of coop.
He whipped his head around—
And then he saw them.
Hei Long and Mu Qianxue...
Sitting under the shade of a tree.
His master, reclining beside Hei Long, giggling softly as she poked him in the cheek with her wine gourd.
Her head lazily leaned against his shoulder.
Lin Fan blinked.
His eye twitched.
They were laughing.
Laughing like old lovers sharing secrets.
