blogombal Chapter 1172 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (54)
Chapter 1172 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (54)
The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (54)
Song Ning was completely unaware of the big cat's unusual behavior.
The transaction took a long time, and even though Liang Anlin had someone help him return, it was already late. If he didn't hurry up and move all the supplies in, the temperature outside would only drop as the night went on.
In order to move everything in as quickly as possible, Song Ning has been busy non-stop.
In the middle, he only managed to take a short break to drink some water before continuing his busy work like an ant carrying food.
Fortunately, Liang Anlin's logistics team had packed all these things together for him, so Song Ning only needed to move the large items inside one by one.
Just before the temperature dropped at night, Song Ning managed to pack everything into his and his big cat's little nest.
"Ha, I didn't expect I'm actually quite capable."
Song Ning spoke these words almost in a weak voice, then collapsed onto the kang (a heated brick bed). With her last bit of strength, she twitched twice on the kang, her eyes drooping involuntarily, and her consciousness becoming increasingly unclear.
Before he closed his eyes, Song Ning seemed to see a tall figure dressed in black. It looked like a tall man with blue eyes. When did someone else get into his little nest?
His consciousness was fading, and he was about to fall asleep. In his last glance, Song Ning seemed to see the man walking anxiously toward him, as if he was worried about him.
When Song Ning woke up, it was still dark outside. He stared blankly for a while, then the burning hunger in his stomach made his heart race.
So I just slept for a whole day?
While Song Ning was wondering, he suddenly reached out and touched the kang (a heated brick bed).
That doesn't make sense either. The kang (heated brick bed) is still warm. If someone had slept on it all day, it would have gotten cold by now.
But the weariness emanating from his very bones didn't seem like he'd only slept for a short while; it was more like he'd slept for so long that even his bones were getting lazy.
While he was still hesitating, the curtain at the door was suddenly lifted.
"Brother Leopard, you're back! Who are you?"
Song Ning, her cheeks flushed and a smile playing on her lips, immediately pulled back down when she saw that a tall, unfamiliar man had lifted the curtain.
Who is this man? Where did he come from? And where is the big cat?
With a forceful push from his hands on the kang (a heated brick bed), Song Ning quickly flipped off the kang, a chill suddenly creeping up from the soles of his feet.
Song Ning looked down and was shocked to find that her coat had been completely stripped off, leaving her only in her underwear.
Who did this? The big cat? Doesn't the big cat mind getting dirty? No, wait, can a big cat do such delicate work?
His mind was reeling when the curtain was drawn, and a tall man strode up to him.
This scene felt somewhat familiar to Song Ning. The next second, he was precisely grabbed by the iron claws and thrown onto the bed. Song Ning fell into the blanket behind him. He struggled a couple of times in the blanket but couldn't get up. He felt a warmth on his ankle and tried to turn his head. He saw the man's cold face as he put a pair of socks on him.
Song Ning was completely stunned.
Who am I? Where am I? What happened?
The man looked at him coldly, frowning, seemingly dissatisfied with something. After putting on one sock, he tried to put the second sock on his foot.
"Wait, wait a minute, big brother, who exactly are you? This seems a bit too ambiguous, doesn't it?"
Song Ning finally realized what was happening, snatched the sock, and put it on herself first.
After putting them on, he realized something was off. Why would he steal a stranger's socks to wear?
A blush slowly crept onto Song Ning's face, and he blushed deeply. He stammered his thanks to the other person.
"Um, sorry, I didn't realize these socks were yours, right? I... I wore them. If you don't mind, I can give them back to you now, or I can trade them for other items."
He was preoccupied with this, but the other person seemed not to have heard him at all.
The man still looked at him coldly, seemingly ignoring the mention of exchanging goods, and got up from the kang (a heated brick bed) and left, lifting the curtain to go outside.
Taking the opportunity, Song Ning found the clothes he had just changed into and put them on. As soon as he put on the thick, warm down jacket, he felt warm all over and his mind became much clearer.
So who exactly was that man, and where did he come from? Why didn't the big cat drive him out of its territory?
"Whoo~"
Another gust of cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, blew in from the doorway. Song Ning shivered before noticing that the man had returned.
Before he could ask any questions, he saw that the other person was holding two cans of food.
One beef and one fruit.
Wasn't his canned food in the cellar? How did this guy find it?
Song Ning's mind was buzzing as he watched the man approach with two cans in his hand. Then, a familiar fingernail suddenly appeared on one of the man's fingers, and with a sharp, razor-sharp motion, it sliced through the cans, opening them completely.
The can of food was handed over, and Song Ning's eyes involuntarily fell on the fingernail. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and then his vision blurred as he touched the man's warm fingers.
Song Ning: “…”
He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively took the can of food the man offered and called out softly.
"Brother Leopard? Is that you?"
The man who had been keeping a cold face finally looked at him properly. Song Ning felt a weight on his wrist, and his wrist was familiarly encircled, but the touch was unfamiliar.
Song Ning looked at her wrist, which was being held, and fell silent.
Well, although the other party confirmed their identity in a very useful way, isn't it a little strange for two grown men to hold hands?
Song Ning pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, but quickly noticed the man's increasingly sour expression out of the corner of her eye.
He sighed inwardly, then thought about it and decided to let it go.
The distance on her face disappeared, and Song Ning used the force on her wrist to lean closer, resting her cheek against the man's strong arm, trying to speak as familiarly as usual.
"Thanks, Brother Leopard. I'll heat it up before eating. Did you help me fall asleep last night because I was so tired?"
"But Brother Leopard, how did you suddenly turn into a human? I didn't expect it to be you, and I've never heard of such a thing before, so I didn't react at first."
He softened his tone, then rubbed against the man's arm as if he were cuddling with the big cat, explaining why he hadn't recognized him. The arm he was leaning on then visibly relaxed, indicating that the big cat was no longer angry.
The man turned his head, his eyes, which had turned a starry blue, stared at Song Ning for a long while before gripping his wrist and uttering two words with difficulty.
"Lance, your name."