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The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Part 20)

The freezing weather arrived overnight, and Song Ning never expected that this extreme cold weather would come so quickly and precisely.

When he woke up in the middle of the night from the cold, he was initially a little dazed and reached out to grab the person next to him.

"Brother Leopard, where did you go? Didn't we agree to sleep together? I'm so cold now that you're gone."

He mumbled incoherently, but felt a warm pressure pressing down on him, enveloping him completely.

It's very warm, but a bit heavy.

Slightly out of breath, Song Ning finally opened her eyes, only to be met with a serious expression from the big cat, clearly showing concern.

"what happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had asked a pointless question, because the temperature around him dropped noticeably faster after he woke up.

"It's getting colder? Now?"

After signaling to the big cat that he wanted to get up, Song Ning used all four limbs to climb out of bed.

As soon as he stood up, he couldn't help but shiver and his teeth chattered. The biting cold that crept up from his feet was hard to ignore, especially since he had washed his clothes before going to bed but hadn't had time to change into his underwear, making the draft even more noticeable.

"Put on your clothes first, then start a fire, that's right!"

Song Ning took a deep breath, turned around, hugged the big cat for three seconds to calm down, and then quickly went to do what she needed to do.

The clothes that had been washed earlier were already dry, and now they were even a little frozen, but fortunately they weren't unwearable. Without thinking, Song Ning quickly lit the fire on the stove outside and dried them briefly before putting them on.

"It really is so punctual. Luckily, yesterday's harvest was good."

Wrapped himself up tightly in clothes, Song Ning put on gloves and went to the back to bring coal to add to the stove. He now regretted only building a stove outside. If he had known he could find coal, he should have considered trying to build an old-fashioned heated kang (a traditional heated platform bed). That would have made it much easier to keep warm.

But there's no time to think about that now; let's deal with the immediate problem first.

He moved the bucket of water outside slightly towards the stove. He wasn't sure if the lake water was frozen yet, so it was important to ensure that the bucket of water could be used normally for the time being.

Then I checked the whole house for any drafts, and thankfully, so far there don't seem to be any problems.

Then Song Ning checked the preserved food again and put all the dried meat into the large freezer outside the house.

After finishing these tasks, the temperature had dropped to the point where snowflakes were starting to fall. Song Ning was cold, tired, and hungry, but he realized something was wrong. He had only considered that the stove would not take up much space outside, but now, if he wanted to keep warm, he would have better light some coal inside the house.

"It seems we were still unprepared," Song Ning muttered to himself.

Fortunately, there was a rusty, abandoned iron pot in the house, which could be used temporarily.

He pulled out two glowing red-hot honeycomb briquettes from the already lit stove, and a wave of heat hit him, making him flinch back.

However, the heat wave also gave him a great sense of security. Song Ning put them into a large iron pot, and then carefully carried the large iron pot into the house.

The tin shack wasn't exactly a nice place to live, but he had so little time and so few things to prepare.

A pot of glowing red coals was brought in, and the previously bone-chillingly cold room suddenly became warm. Song Ning's lips also gradually turned from light purple to rosy.

"Phew, it's getting warmer."

He couldn't help but squat in front of the brazier for a while, until his cheeks were burning hot before Song Ning stood up. The big cat that had been following him around turned its head to look at him, and Song Ning came over and rubbed against the cat's smooth fur.

"It's alright now. Thank you for waking me up. If I had stayed in this weather, I probably would have frozen to death."

Although freezing to death in one's sleep is not too painful, and some people in the past would even do it on purpose when they couldn't survive in the apocalypse, this definitely does not include Song Ning now.

"With water, food, and so much coal, I'm confident I can get through this terrible cold weather. Once we get through this, spring will surely come, right?"

"When the weather gets better, I can take advantage of the spring to look around and see if there's anything I can transplant back. If I plant it, I'll have more food."

"By the way, we might consider animal husbandry later, so you won't have to go out hunting every time, which is so tiring."

His voice grew softer and softer until he finally fell asleep leaning against the big cat.

I've been on edge for a while now, and it feels like a time bomb has finally exploded. Although I know I'll have to face many worse situations, in a sense, isn't this a kind of relief?

Moreover, he had indeed been quite exhausted these past few days. Now that he had relaxed a bit, coupled with the warmth and the cat's smooth fur, Song Ning said that no normal human could resist falling asleep in such a wonderful atmosphere.

This was the best sleep Song Ning had had in a long time. When he opened his eyes again, the sound of snowflakes falling was mixed with the faint crackling of burning coal. These sounds were blown in from outside by a gust of wind, creating a sense of quiet turmoil that made Song Ning feel somewhat intoxicated.

He even recalled that before the apocalypse, he had traveled to some extremely cold cities. At that time, he stayed in a hotel while it was snowing heavily outside. However, his hotel room had heating, and he was eating self-heating hot pot, which was very comfortable.

In comparison, now...

Song Ning opened his eyes and prepared to get up, only to find that he had fallen asleep while hugging the big cat again. The big cat's eyes were bright and staring at him, clearly not having voluntarily slept with him.

Song Ning was a little embarrassed. When the big cat saw that he was awake, it stood up and made a low sound in its throat.

At first, he didn't quite hear him, but when he did, Song Ning realized what was going on and leaned closer to look at the big cat. "Speaking of which, Brother Leopard, do you really like being hugged?"

I used to force myself to sleep with him, and then I would fall asleep and hug him. It's the same now. Even though I feel embarrassed to hug the big cat and fall asleep, the big cat won't leave. Could it be that the big cat just really likes to be hugged?

Thinking about it this way, Song Ning suddenly felt that he might have guessed correctly and that he seemed to have evidence.

For example, the big cat kept making noise just now, it must be because it likes to make that noise, right?