Wufu was out cold for three whole days. It wasn't until the afternoon of the third day that she finally opened her eyes, and that was only because someone talking by her ear woke her.
"So noisy." She rasped, sounding extremely annoyed.
"Wufu, you're awake." Someone touched her face, voice full of joy, and something cold dripped onto her cheek, icy against her skin.
Wufu opened her eyes, let her vision focus. What came into view was a face with stubble. She closed her eyes and opened them again, her voice a little unsure: "Ah Jiu?"
"It's me." Ah Jiu held her, raining kisses all over her face, choking as he said, "Thank heaven, you finally woke up."
Wufu said, "Your beard's pricking my face, it hurts." Then asked, "Is this Hell or the human world?"
"We're still alive." Ah Jiu let out a laugh, then wiped at the corners of his eyes.
Wufu closed her eyes. She was so tired.
"Wufu?"
"I'm tired. Sleep with me." Wufu reached out a hand.
