One sway, two sways, three sways, four, five, six, seven, eight...
At midnight, Zhang Su, who had squeezed in two hours of sleep, crawled out of bed. It was time for him to relieve Zheng Xinyu from watch duty.
He got dressed and walked out of the RV; the outside air was chilly, hovering around seven or eight degrees—cold enough to be uncomfortable, but not life-threatening.
Zhang Su rubbed his hands together, quietly climbed onto the RV, lit a cigarette, and softly said, "Xinyu, go get some rest."
Zheng Xinyu suddenly reached out and pinched Zhang Su's inner thigh.
"Yikes..." Zhang Su thought she was up to something else but was caught off guard by the pinch to his soft flesh. Winced, he whispered, "Are you crazy? Why pinch me?!"
As he spoke, he was rubbing his inner thigh, feeling as if being cut would hurt less...
