Motan finally told the truth. In the face of such a straightforward question, it was really difficult for him to dodge with any other reason. If it were a question, it might also arouse the other party's suspicion.
"Ooh!"
Ji Xiaoge hesitated slightly but still didn't look away, still staring at Motan, whose forehead was sweating: "Why didn't you pull me up?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, at least help me up! The ground is so cold, my wings cramped!"
"Oh oh!"
Motan snapped back to reality, sheepishly pulled Ji Xiaoge up from the ground.
"You..."
Ji Xiaoge puffed up and lightly punched Motan, but didn't continue on about the 'accident', instead she gently massaged the middle of her wings while humming: "So, what's with the skull thing?!"
Motan quietly let out a sigh of relief, asking as calmly as possible: "It means... that's your own face, right?"
"Face?"
