Heavenly doctor Tang yawned and stretched his arms out like he did every morning. The sound of the birds was the same. The filtered sunlight pouring through the window was the same. The weight of a head on his lap was the sa-
Wait, the weight of a head?
Heavenly doctor Tang instantly looked down to make sure he wasn't imagining the pressure that made his weak old legs feel numb. He wasn't imagining it.
If he had been imagining it, he definitely would've imagined a beautiful lady resting her head on his lap, her eyelashes fluttering as she slept. But instead he had heavenly doctor Ming's old and bald head on his lap, his long grey beard fluttering as he slept.
Heavenly doctor Tang felt like throwing up.
He didn't know whether that was a reaction to the bald sleeping beauty on his lap or the several litres of alcohol he had chugged down the night before, that theoretically should've killed him.
Probably both.
