She clung to her brother's back like a koala.
Her cheeks were squished slightly out of shape, and drool trickled from the corner of her mouth, soaking into Nash's thermal wear and spreading into a dark stain on the fabric.
The people in the room looked at Liu Lan's soundly sleeping form, not knowing whether to be angry or amused.
Drool hung from the corner of her mouth, completely unaware she had just walked back from the gates of hell. Such a carefree way to sleep.
The tears that had been welling in Zicao's eyes were spurred on by the awkward scene and finally fell.
She roughly wiped her face and rushed forward in a few strides.
She lifted Liu Lan off Nash's back and pressed her firmly onto her own lap.
The worry and lingering fear in her palms transformed into a few sharp slaps, landing squarely on the little girl's bottom.
Liu Lan, who had been dreaming she was wearing a Crystal Crown and surrounded by flowers, was suddenly startled awake by a sharp pain.
