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Chapter 1182 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (64)

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

Han Shuang's gaze was too obvious, and Song Ning blurted out instinctively.

Our relationship isn't what you think.

Really? Han Shuang's eyes clearly showed disbelief.

"What relationship isn't like that?"

Han Shuang didn't believe it, but Song Ning turned around and saw Lance's eyes, and realized he was even more troubled. The other man's handsome, cold face was full of displeasure, clearly expressing strong dissatisfaction with what he had just said.

He tried to explain: "What I mean is, our relationship is..."

"What is it?"

Without a second thought, Lance threw what he was holding on the ground and strode toward Song Ning. His broad back completely shielded Song Ning from Han Shuang.

Wow, that's quite a strong sense of pressure.

Han Shuang's eyes lit up as she stood to the side, her mind involuntarily conjuring up some terrible scenarios.

However, she still wisely offered some advice, "It's alright, it's alright. It's the apocalypse now, who cares about proper relationships? Just be happy and content with yourselves. I'm just an outsider, there's no need for me to explain."

While offering some words of encouragement, she quickly explained the details of the transaction.

Her main purpose this time was to ask Song Ning what kind of supplies he wanted to exchange. The base's search this time mainly focused on the research institute's supplies, and other supplies were not so important. Han Shuang was also a little worried that Song Ning would not trade with her, so she quickly came to ask.

Song Ning went along with it, pretending not to see Lance's murderous gaze for the time being. In the end, he and Han Shuang agreed that they would still make the trade. If there were no other suitable options, they would trade mainly for those fragments.

Han Shuang was very satisfied with this. In her opinion, since it was still unclear what those fragments were, exchanging them for high-proof liquor was the best deal she could make.

Song Ning was quite satisfied with this, since he already knew that the fragments would definitely be useful. Although he hadn't figured out their specific uses yet, he felt that keeping some of the wine would be enough, and these fragments would be even more useful.

Han Shuang didn't stay long as usual, but this time Song Ning didn't let her leave empty-handed. He picked out a piece of frozen meat of a suitable size for Han Shuang to take away as a return gift.

After all, Han Shuang seems easy to get along with and honest, so we can maintain contact in the future.

Han Shuang was shocked to see such a large piece of frozen meat; she could hardly believe it even after holding it in her hand.

"Is this really going to be such a big piece of meat for me? Isn't this a bit too much? Are you serious? You're just giving it to me like this?"

She was deeply moved but refused, trying to return the meat to Song Ning.

"Forget it, Mr. Song, I only brought a little bit of dried fish. It's nothing special and can't compare to this piece of meat."

Song Ning didn't answer; his tone was calm but decisive.

"It's only right to reciprocate, and besides, it's always you, Mr. Han, who braves the wind and snow to come see me. I can't just take it for granted."

He had seen the thermometer at the base from Captain Man last time. The outdoor temperature was minus fifty-five degrees Celsius. This temperature was definitely not warm, not to mention that it was snowing non-stop outside. The road Han Shuang took to find him was also difficult to travel. Han Shuang must have had a tough time.

"This, this is fine."

Han Shuang really wanted the meat. She could tell at a glance that it was fresh frozen meat, which was definitely different from the kind of frozen zombie meat that had been frozen for a long time. This kind of meat would definitely taste great when cooked. She didn't know how Song Ning could find such fresh meat in the dead of winter.

Oh right, this guy not only has a fiercely protective big cat, but also a partner who's even more beastly than a black panther. Getting some meat from him shouldn't be too difficult, right?

Putting everything else aside, just look at how she never saw a single zombie or anything on this stretch of road when she returned; that black panther definitely played a huge role.

Han Shuang was envious, but she still said a lot of nice things before accepting the gift.

Song Ning's impression of her improved even more. Before Han Shuang left, he asked about Wang Kang's whereabouts—not that Song Ning cared much about Wang Kang, but it was rare to encounter a few relatively normal people in the apocalypse, so he naturally wanted to show some concern.

In a sense, they could be considered neighbors, even though they live a bit far apart.

Wang Kang and his family are doing quite well. After all, they have a skill, and when the weather gets cold, many people are willing to pay a little to have Wang Kang and his family come to their homes to set up a kang (heated brick bed). They are doing alright.

That's life, after all. If there's always a way out, then we just try to survive. If there really is no way out, then there's no need to ask anymore; those who are destined to die would have died long ago.

These words were spoken by Han Shuang, and she was clearly very frank.

After she left, no matter what Song Ning did, he felt as if two rays were piercing his back, and the feeling of being stared at almost burned a hole through his back.

Song Ning hesitated for a moment, then silently pretended not to know.

The main problem is that he can't quite define his relationship with Lance right now. But first, he can rule out being lovers, and second, he can rule out being master and pet. So what kind of relationship is left for him to choose from?

Song Ning couldn't make a choice.

Anyway, let's leave it at that for now. Just like Han Shuang said, we'll live one day at a time.

Just as Song Ning was thinking this, the temperature suddenly dropped by twenty degrees overnight, and the minus seventy-five degree temperature made it impossible for him to even get out of bed to warm up the kang (heated brick bed).

Fortunately, Lance was much more resistant to the cold than him. He got out of bed, dressed, lit the fire, heated the kang (a traditional heated brick bed), boiled water, and cooked all in one go. It's fair to say that if it weren't for Lance, Song Ning would have frozen to death on the kang today.

Even so, Song Ning didn't have an easy time. The sudden drop in temperature reached a threshold that he found somewhat unacceptable. Even with the kang (heated brick bed) constantly burning, he could still feel the astonishing chill.

"Are you ok?"

Lance brought him a cup of hot water and put it on the kang (heated brick bed). Song Ning shivered as he reached out to take it and drank a sip. The hot breath he exhaled turned into white steam in no time.

"Not too good. It's too cold today. I'm actually much more resistant to the cold than I used to be, but this cold is just too extreme."

"Yes, but there have been times this cold in previous years, and it can last for a day or two."

Lance glanced out the window. It seemed that the humans he raised weren't very resistant to the cold. He had a feeling that this place wasn't good enough. His humans needed a better living environment, otherwise they could only huddle together in a small kang (heated brick bed) like they were now.

He looked down at Song Ning, whose nose was only slightly red, and suddenly a strange thought popped into his head.

Actually, this isn't necessarily a bad thing; people like this can look quite cute.

And in that case...

He suddenly took off his coat, then neatly put Song Ning's empty water glass aside, and crawled into bed, hugging the curled-up Song Ning tightly.

He looked down at Song Ning's shocked gaze and said seriously, "Now you won't be cold anymore, right?"