"Okay, no more laughing, sleep now." Zhan Moxiao's voice was magnetically alluring, tinged with laughter, as his large hand gently patted her back, lulling the girl to sleep like a baby.
Once the girl's breaths became even and shallow, the entire room was profoundly quiet. She slept soundly and harmlessly, like a little kitten curled up and at ease in its master's embrace.
With tender affection, he stroked her hair, over and over, as if smoothing out the fur of a beloved pet, wishing time could just stop at this moment, to have her with him forever, until the end of time.
The ticking clock on the wall marked the passing time, and he could feel a certain change occurring within his body; he couldn't stay any longer, he had to leave.
But, truthfully, he didn't want to go. The moonlight was exceptionally beautiful that night, and his Little Goblin was sleeping so serenely in his arms, he was loath to leave this gentle haven.
