Fu Miaoxue was half in doubt, half hopeful, "There couldn't really be something in there, could there? It looked empty to me."
The duckbill cap was placed over her hand, and she reached in to feel around, skeptically looking at Du Lai, "...There's nothing at all."
Du Lai chuckled, "Miss, the hat is acting coy with you, you see. You have to pet it, kiss it."
Fu Miaoxue immediately put on a cold face, displeased, "This dirty hat of yours, also expects me to kiss it?"
Du Lai was a bit taken aback, then quickly plastered on a grin and humored her, "The status of the young lady is so high and mighty, of course, you wouldn't deign to do such a thing. Ah, I also think it's daydreaming! But this hat has a tricky temper, it won't produce anything if it's in a bad mood, what to do? Why don't you... just blow on it, Miss? As a Heavenly Immortal descended to earth, your 'Fairy Breath' will surely invigorate it a hundredfold."
