"What are you doing? ... Happy new year!" Chih Wei mumbled in a brief moment of apparent wake. I had just managed to kill that one last mosquito with the electric racket. Each time one of those poor creatures meets their doom, the deathly moment is echoed with a firecracker sound. Happy New year!
Chih Wei embraced me as he fell asleep again - we have this tender and intimate rapport now that I cherish. That made it even harder for me to contain an irrepressible laugh.
Now the mosquito dead, I could throw myself again into Morpheus' arms, after hours of restlessness and increasing itchiness due to their loving bites.