Heartbeat
“It's so cold, and the ground is so hard. It's both cold and hard, and rainwater is seeping through. I can't sleep!”
She didn't hide her dissatisfaction at all, her arms wrapped around her bent legs, her head buried in her knees as she complained loudly.
She sniffled, her tone sounding pitiful.
It seemed like she was resenting her bad luck.
Na’er Mo's steps came to a halt.
He had definitely heard her words, but he didn't show any response.
An Yao pouted, annoyed. “Didn't you bring some animal skins with you? You could at least have a layer of insulation.”
Although she was scolding, her tone had lost the initial fear and disgust.
Instead, her true feelings were naturally revealed.
Na’er Mo found that he wasn't repelled by her current attitude.
On the contrary, he felt an indescribable sensation stirring within him, something he couldn't put into words but didn't dislike.
“I didn't bring any. The bug race doesn't need to sleep every day.”