Ever since he came down from the mountain, Chen Zhou had been spending almost every night like this.
It was just that tonight was especially cold, which made the night feel even longer, and even harder to get through.
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The Tiger First and Tiger Second leaning against Chen Zhou's back were special little alarm bells; when Chen Zhou fell asleep and his heavy body instinctively tilted backward and pressed on them until they got impatient, they would try to quietly slip away.
As soon as they slipped out from behind Chen Zhou, the cold wind would take advantage of the gap and pour in.
The chill and that sudden emptiness would quickly wake Chen Zhou up, reminding him that it was time to add more firewood.
Spending the night like this, by early next morning, after lightly roasting the leftover beef leg and letting man and tigers eat to about a third full, they set off at once toward their destination.
