"Shua!"
Senior tore the cushion apart, and while Xia Na dodged flying cotton and shreds of fabric, she apologized with a smile to Ye Lian, "It's okay now..."
Ye Lian gently removed her hand and said, "He's very... very tired..."
"I can see that," Xia Na nodded, "Let him sleep. He's always so vigilant, if it wasn't for you covering him, Sister Lian, he would have been woken up by the noise..."
"You would... would cover him too." Ye Lian smiled a little.
Xia Na glanced at Ling Mo, who was sound asleep, feeling a bit sorry for him, but she huffed coldly, "Yeah, I'd smother him with a pillow until he's dead, and then I could have meat."
"Ah!" Ye Lian exclaimed, "You... you're telling a lie..."
"It's not a lie, it's a joke... no, wait, I'm not joking at all!" Xia Na muttered. She was in a state of confusion at the moment, her human nature and zombie instincts taking turns, which was a bit different from usual.
