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Chapter 1183 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (65)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Sixty-Five)

The warmth and strength coming from his back made Song Ning's heart skip several beats. He covered his face to hide his discomfort and spoke incoherently.

"There's no need for that. The kang (heated brick bed) is heated now, and I'll be warm soon. You don't need to do that."

Deep down, he was troubled and kept reminding himself that Lance was, after all, just a big cat, and big cats thought differently from humans. He shouldn't be presumptuous.

But Lance's embrace was like an irresistible natural barrier in the minus seventy-five degree temperature. The powerful heat that different human bodies could possess emanated from between their thin clothes, and this warmth made Song Ning's frozen limbs involuntarily relax.

Every muscle in my body, which had been tense from the cold, was aching from the unbearable strain, but now the warmth had completely dispelled that aches, and my body felt like it was floating in soft cotton.

Song Ning leaned one cheek toward Lance, her nose filled with a clean yet wild scent, a unique aroma belonging to Lance.

The scent suddenly drew closer, and Lance forcefully pulled him into a deeper embrace, his tone filled with bewilderment.

"But you're so cold right now. Before, when you were cold, you would come to me for warmth. Why have you become so clumsy?"

The words "became stupid" made Song Ning both laugh and cry, but what truly shattered his rationality was the rise and fall of Lance's chest behind him.

He could even clearly feel the smooth texture of those muscles exuding the power of a beast lurking in the shadows. This powerful and scorching body temperature was gradually baking his body and his reason.

Song Ning subconsciously brought his legs together, turning his face away somewhat awkwardly so that Lance wouldn't see his expression, but he couldn't ignore the unfamiliar, tingling sensation that crept up his spine little by little from his lower abdomen, causing waves of shivers.

Lance didn't notice anything unusual about him, but he sensed Song Ning's trembling and naturally pulled him even closer.

"See? I told you you felt cold."

Now Song Ning was completely buried inside Lance's body, and was wrapped tightly in the blanket, unable to move.

Song Ning tried to struggle, but to no avail.

After a while, the shiver subsided, and he sighed resignedly, "At least let me stick my nose out, okay? I'm not so cold now."

Well, whatever, Lance won't understand anything if he doesn't say anything anyway, so just treat him like the big cat and don't think about anything else.

The drop in temperature practically confined Song Ning to the kang (a heated brick bed). Midway through, she and Lan Si got off the kang to clear the snow outside and the snow on the roof.

If the snow isn't cleared in time, it will be buried overnight, and it's not uncommon for houses to collapse under the weight of snow before the apocalypse.

However, because the temperature was so low, he would be frozen stiff every time he came back from clearing snow.

At first, Song Ning was a little resistant to being held by Lance for warmth, but after the snow was cleared so frequently, he stopped being coy and realized that nothing was more important than his life.

The temperature drop lasted for ten days. During this time, Lance wanted to go out and patrol the territory, but Song Ning stopped him. In the end, the two of them patrolled the area within a hundred meters. After confirming that there were no strange wild animal scents or zombies, they quickly returned home to continue to huddle together for warmth.

Song Ning was deeply worried as he looked at the enormous amount of coal being consumed. There were only two of them, Lance and Song Ning, and the coal consumption had already reached a terrifying level.

The extreme cold weather has only been going on for a little over a month, and five tons of coal that were previously exchanged have already been used up, leaving only half of the coal remaining.

"Is only half left? If this weather continues, where is humanity's way out?"

After Song Ning checked the coal reserves, he came back and snuggled into Lance's arms to keep warm, and they reduced their coal consumption a little.

Lance found this hard to understand, and he didn't feel happy even holding the human in his arms.

"You're already so cold, why are you saving this?"

The next second, Song Ning leaned closer, wrapped her arms around Lan Si's slender waist, and pressed her slightly cool cheek against his chest.

The intense heat emanating from his chest almost made him sigh aloud. At that moment, Song Ning even wondered if he had been being a bit too dramatic.

"I feel much better this way." Song Ning buried herself in the coal, her voice muffled against Lance's chest. "Coal, let's conserve it."

Being held in his arms gave Lance a strange sense of pleasure. His leopard tail had somehow reappeared and swayed behind him. His muscles were tense as he held the human in his arms with a possessive posture, a feeling that made him purr with the satisfaction that only a big cat would make.

"I told you my method worked."

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against Song Ning's cool ear, his hot breath striking Song Ning's neck like a mark of a wild beast. Lance wasn't so worried about Song Ning's concerns.

"Besides, if we run out of coal, there are definitely other ways. I'll figure something out, so you don't need to worry so much."

Song Ning is a human he raised, and he will take responsibility for him. The human he raises only needs to live happily.

Lance's mindset as a hunter was simple; he believed that human worries were meaningless.

We should prioritize storing energy and using it to find new solutions, rather than getting caught up in anxiety and fear.

"I'll find a way."

His reassurance was simple and blunt, his voice still seemingly cold and low, but in fact it gave Song Ning a special sense of security.

The large, hot palm that caressed the back of his neck pressed him against Lance's most scorching chest with undeniable force.

Another face wash, Song Ning thought.

But he has gradually gotten used to it now. His tense shoulders relaxed, and he let himself sink into the force without resisting it.

"Hmm, let's think of a solution together."

He didn't refuse, but he didn't want Lance to bear it all alone either. His tone carried a hint of coquetry, which also represented his trust.

"How about we do it together?"

Seeing the relaxed and trusting posture of the human in his arms, how could Lance possibly say any words of refusal?

The leopard's tail naturally wrapped around the human's wrist, and his voice, deep and clear, came from his throat, "Alright, let's figure something out together."

No matter what, they'll find a way if they're together.