"What happened, Yunhua? Why do you look so pale?" Mrs. Wei asks, a little worried.
"Oh, it's nothing, Mrs. Wei… um, I'll just take him home. Sorry for the trouble he's causing," I mumble, eyes still glued to Jiang's completely relaxed, peaceful face. Freakishly peaceful.
"It's fine, dear. But… would you be able to carry him?" she asks gently.
Ugh. She's got a point. This guy isn't waking up, and I'm no Supe*man to carry this giant toddler around like a sack of rice.
I glance at his long limbs sprawled across the tiny kid mattress. "Stupid alien… couldn't you at least evolve into something lighter?" I mutter under my breath.
"Yeah… I'll maybe manage," I say, already regretting it as I bend down.
"Should I help you, dear?" Mrs. Wei offers kindly.
"Oh no no, please—no!" I say a bit too quickly, waving my hands.
I can't risk that. What if his headband falls off? What if he wakes up and those antennae light up like disco sticks?
