Seeing Lu Miao slightly raise her eyebrows, she extended her index finger and motioned for him to come closer.
Tang Mochen obediently bent down to listen closely to what she had to say.
"Have you felt a chilly breeze on the back of your neck? Your shoulders feel heavy?" Lu Miao asked.
Indeed, after she mentioned it, Tang Mochen realized that it did feel like a continuous breeze was blowing on the back of his neck, and his shoulders were sore.
Immediately becoming nervous, he said, "Yes, I think so."
Lu Miao nodded, "Remember how you wanted to know if there was anything unclean? Well, there's a spirit sitting on your shoulder."
"Ahh, get away, get away!"
Tang Mochen was instantly frightened, jumping in place and vigorously patting his shoulder.
Seeing the corner of Lu Miao's lips curling into a mischievous smile, Tang Mochen finally realized he had been fooled.
