Her slightly messy long hair hung down on her chest. The purple smoke's tender skin, like that of a baby's, radiated a gentle and holy radiance in the middle of the night. Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were slightly trembling. Her sleeping posture was like a cute kitten. Her legs curled up and she leaned against the spacious car seat, her hands clasped together, pillowing beneath her pretty face. She was so gentle, so pure, and so pure.
I slowed down so that the car could walk more safely. I took off my coat and covered her with it. Then I leaned my head close to her fragrant little face and kissed it gently.
The purple smoke didn't notice, but it felt a little itchy. It scratched itself and then fell into a deep sleep.
I looked back at Han Shuang. She was so tired that s
