Around the third hour after sunrise, at about eight-thirty, Jiang Han truly could not hold out any longer. Covering her mouth, she yawned. The fingers wrapped in that pale-blue translucent cold-weather suit rested against her cheek, making both her fingers look slender and her face look small. The similarly wrapped shoulders exposed by her robe made her seem even more petite. "I need to sleep for a while," she said.
The panda witch Yu Tianning smiled, dimples appearing on her cheeks. As she swayed from side to side, there was none of a panda's heaviness to be seen—only the weightiness of a panda witch:
"It's only eight."
Du Lingxuan waved as well:
"It's only eight! Don't leave, sis!"
All in all, only Jiang Han, Du Lingxuan, and the three panda witches were still holding on. The trees around them, the comfortable grass, and the camping vehicles were all filled with cat lamps sleeping soundly, going, "Meow! Awooo..."
Jiang Han tugged at the fake lace collar around her neck, stuck out her tongue, and breathed out a little alcohol. Mist clouded her eyes as she said in a tone of, You have to take responsibility, "I'm a little drunk."
Warm, hospitable, and generous toward wandering girls; meek, submissive, and cowardly toward her best friends—this was one of Du Lingxuan's traits.
She immediately fell silent, her face flushed as she waved a hand.
"Go sleep."
Now that was more like it. Jiang Han tightened her robe and entered the portable giant cat nest.
The portable giant cat nest carried a reassuring, warm scent, like wooden buildings and clear springs. There was only one hall inside, with three winding passages leading to the portable giant cat nest's three rooms: the storage room, the refrigerator, and the wine cellar. Three somewhat rough lantern-style sofa