When Zhang Wang woke up again, he was feeling beat.
Fatigue was in his marrows, and despite the fact the spell that was meant to upkeep warmth had worn off, he was feeling way too hot. There was a new weight aside from the heavy pelts, and he had a feeling it had something to do with the sounds of snores assaulting his ears.
Zhang Wang groaned, kicking the baby octopus called Guo Lang off his body. His head retaliated with a painful throb as though reminding him of the sleep he was terribly lacking.
Zhang Wang kicked Guo Lang again for good measure, forcing the kid to roll to the other side of the tent and not pointlessly impede on his space. Once he was satisfied, Zhang Wang turned on his side, facing toward the fabric of the tent and hoping to forget that he was sharing the tiny space with an idiot like Guo Lang.
If only it were so simple.
