"Mao——"
After finishing the fish, the lynx rubbed against Shao Zifeng's leg in an act of coquetry.
"Go back and continue being a pillow."
"Mao~"
Hearing this, the lynx's expression instantly fell.
It suddenly flipped over onto its back, showing Shao Zifeng its soft belly.
Huh, turns out it's a male.
Disgusted, Shao Zifeng picked up its nape fur and opened the Space Rift: "Qiuqiu, your pillow."
"Ying~"
In the end, as the lynx wore a look of utter dejection, the Space Rift slowly closed.
Shao Zifeng added a few logs to the campfire and stood up to check the ventilation path.
After a brief clearing, Antarctica was once again shrouded under the leaden grey clouds.
Because there was no sunlight to refract, the visibility on a cloudy day was actually much better. The world was a monochrome of black, white, and grey, appearing both monotonous and expansive.
"Looks like our previous guesses had some value as reference."
