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Hours passed quietly, except for the increasingly agitated animals outside that could not break in. Everything else around was relatively peaceful.
Yan Qing went to the second floor to check and found Tan Ming lying on his bed, already fast asleep. His serene expression made it hard for Yan Qing to wake him. With no immediate threat present, Yan Qing decided not to disturb him and quietly went downstairs.
In the early hours of the morning, Zhang Liu organized a group of people to keep watch while the others rested, and Yan Qing was among those who could finally get some sleep.
When he returned upstairs, he discovered that all the beds on the second floor were occupied, with only a few empty beds left in the girls' area. It was out of the question for him to squeeze in with the girls. Reluctantly, he settled into a space between Qi Qiuluo and Tan Ming's beds, making do with what little room he had.
Around three in the morning, Tan Ming woke up right on time. He sat up and checked the time on his phone. In the dim light, he noticed Yan Qing squeezed outside the bed. He reached out and gently patted Yan Qing, lowering his voice to call out, "Yan Qing."
Yan Qing groggily responded, his voice muffled and unclear.
"Aren't you cold?" Tan Ming could clearly feel the temperature drop during the night.
"Cold," Yan Qing shivered all over, curling up tightly.
Tan Ming shifted slightly to the right and lifted the blanket.
Immediately, Yan Qing felt warmth radiating from beside him and eagerly squeezed in closer, wrapping his arms around Tan Ming's waist like a sloth clinging tightly.
Tan Ming's body stiffened noticeably, and his breath paused for a moment.
"Did you forget my orientation?"
But no one answered.
Tan Ming remained still; their warm embrace made it hard to disturb them.
At four twenty, Tan Ming got up as scheduled and woke Yan Qing for breakfast.
Yan Qing had slept so comfortably that he didn't want to get up at all. His eyes were tightly shut, refusing to open no matter how hard he tried, mumbling incoherently for a while.
Finally, Qi Qiuluo could no longer tolerate it and threw a pillow forcefully at his head, which finally jolted him awake.
Startled, Yan Qing sat up abruptly and realized he had sat on something. Looking closely, he found it was Tan Ming's leg. He quickly shifted aside, a look of apology on his face as he said, "Sorry about that."
"Get up," Tan Ming said calmly without saying much more.
After they finished washing up, the two of them went downstairs. The people below remained vigilant, their spirits highly focused, constantly paying attention to the sounds from outside.
The animals had long lost their patience, repeatedly slamming their massive bodies against the door and the walls. Each impact produced a thunderous noise, and the force of their collisions grew increasingly violent.
The situation upstairs was relatively calmer, but downstairs, a cacophony of terrified screams echoed—sharp cries reminiscent of wailing infants and hoarse calls from the elderly filled the air. In such an environment, it was impossible for anyone to relax; they didn't even dare to close their eyes.
Yan Qing found a place to sit and began to eat. He opened his backpack and discovered a package of cookies that had been torn open. Confused, he skeptically dumped everything out of his bag and meticulously checked each item, but found nothing unusual.
Tan Ming noticed his strange behavior and approached him with a question, "What's wrong?"
Yan Qing stared at the torn package of cookies, puzzled. "I remember I never opened this bag! Could it have been torn when I packed it?"
"You tore it?" Yan Qing looked up at him and asked.
"Should be, right? It's not like I did it; who else could it be?" Tan Ming's tone seemed to carry an underlying meaning.
Unfortunately, Yan Qing failed to catch the hint in his words.
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