The dense forest was exceptionally quiet in the morning, apart from the occasional chirping of birds and insects. Tang Zheng shook the dew off the tent and put it into his backpack, then he put the canned box on the campfire to start cooking breakfast.
"Wake up." Glancing at Zhang Yan who was still curled up in her sleeping bag, Tang Zheng squatted beside her, prodded her cheek with his finger.
"Stop bothering me." With a slap, Zhang Yan muttered something and casually swatted away Tang Zheng's hand, then turned around and continued to sleep.
Some convulsions twitched at the corners of Tang Zheng's mouth. Just as he was about to drag this girl, who was devoid of any sense of crisis, out for a beating, Zhang Yan suddenly jolted awake as if bitten by a snake and crawled out of the sleeping bag quickly.
