Lady Sun finally realized that she was standing on a rooster, its claws were both firm and hard, no wonder they were pulling at her scalp painfully.
Thinking about how she had actually been mounted by a feathered beast, and who knows what those claws had dug through, manure piles, mud, and such, Lady Sun felt a wave of disgust wash over her.
Without thinking, she screamed shrilly, her hands reaching to grab the rooster, "Ah—get down—down—"
The dignity and status of the rooster feeling seriously challenged, it pecked impatiently at her head.
"Ow—" Lady Sun's hand was pecked, leaving a bloody hole, and she immediately began to wail like a banshee, flailing her arms wildly.
Lady Lin saw how useless Lady Sun was being, and if things continued this way, she feared the chicken might escape.
She didn't care anymore, and smacked it down with a broom—
