At noon, the strong north wind howled as the survivors, having been busy all morning, were each enjoying a peaceful afternoon in their rooms.
The entire villa was silent, with Wang Qiang lying serenely in bed, his thunderous snores echoing loudly.
Cuddled at his head, the little coal ball nestled tightly against him, emitting low breaths.
Around 12:30, the little coal ball suddenly opened its eyes, its drooping ears twitching alertly, and immediately extended its small tongue to lick Wang Qiang's face, trying to wake him up.
Yet Wang Qiang, entangled in dreams with a beautiful woman, was a bit annoyed by the little coal ball's abrupt disturbance, feeling the warm and moist sensation from its tongue, he reluctantly mumbled, "Hey, hey, Coal ball, stop it. It's still early, sleep, just sleep!"
However, the little coal ball was relentless, seeing that the gentle licking was ineffective, it resorted to pawing at Wang Qiang's head.
