Damp and hot, sticky.
Accompanied by a rather reluctant sucking, Fan Wubing slowly woke up, and the morning light entered his eyes.
Then, he saw a kitten-like fellow crouching beside him, struggling to suck his right index finger. Her eyes were full of confusion, as if thinking, it's clearly the same finger, why is it different from yesterday?
On her face floated some blood-red twisted runes, causing her facial features to change a bit; at this moment, she looked like some kind of mountain demon.
Fan Wubing sat up and seriously looked at her.
She also seriously looked at Fan Wubing, her pupils resembling a fearsome beast, yet revealing a curiosity about everything, as if she was unacquainted with the world.
"Hungry?" Fan Wubing asked.
She couldn't speak, only nodded repeatedly.
It felt as if she was surviving by some instinct, her intelligence not very high, at least, not like a child of her age.
Fan Wubing cut his finger, and the blood seeped out.
