Did Master Fu just pat Fu Anan’s feet
Su Cen blinked, wondering if she was seeing things. How could Master Fu's precious hands do such a thing
"Oh my, the living room is still warmer!"
Fu Anan sighed, "I almost froze to death in the bedroom."
Her voice interrupted Su Cen's thoughts, and she quickly threw a few more pieces of wood into the fireplace.
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The temperature continued to drop, and the bedroom became difficult to live in.
The current idea is that all three of us will sleep on the floor.
Ever since Fu Anan's hearing deteriorated, the only way to communicate with her is by shouting.
As a noble and cold boss, Mr. Fu would naturally not do such a low-class thing. This work is basically the responsibility of Brother Daqiang.
I prepared so many medicines, but I didn’t prepare Jinshengzi.
He is really wronged.
After knowing their plan, Fu Anan tried his best to cooperate.
The sofa, table, etc. were moved back.
Spread the floor near the fireplace.
She stood aside holding the quilt, and went wherever Daqiang told her to go and took things whenever he told her to.
Soon three mats were laid on the ground.
Fu Anan used a large fluffy carpet as the base and added a few quilts on top.
The whole thing is neither hard nor soft, and it is very comfortable to sit on.
It was warm and cozy facing the fireplace, and it would have been absolutely wonderful if there hadn't been a few gunshots.
"What's going on outside?"
Unable to see the situation, Fu Anan leaned over with lifeless eyes to listen to the sound.
"It's okay. A few people who broke in and tried to rob were dealt with by Brother Fu."
Su Cen stood beside her and said, "But there should be fewer and fewer people like this in the future."
After all, it's getting colder outside.
There are only five days left.
The temperature has dropped to an unacceptable level.
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On the twenty-sixth day of the game, the temperature dropped again to minus forty degrees Celsius.
The heavy snow on the road was almost piling up to the second floor.
It is impossible for people without shelter from the cold to survive a cold night.
Everyone put on all the clothes that could keep warm and found all the things that could be burned.
Or people huddle together for warmth.
On the twenty-seventh day of the game, the temperature was minus fifty-five degrees Celsius.
Heavy snow and low temperatures may not seem scary, but it is this silent attack that causes a large number of residents on the island to die every day even if they hide in their houses.
After one night, the bodies were frozen stiff.
There was not even anyone to collect the bodies.
If there were still living people nearby, they were too numb, hungry, and cold to cry.
The only thing he could do was mechanically tear off the cloth and clothes from the corpse and put them on himself.
On the twenty-eighth day of the game, the temperature was minus seventy degrees Celsius!
Around the island, the high-salinity sea water has formed thick and wide ice.
Even in the renovated room, even with the floor heating on, you can still feel a chill.
Fu Anan was wearing thick clothes and curled up in the quilt. There were two kettles filled with hot water at her feet and another in her arms.
They were all given to her by Brother Daqiang.
The treatment of the wounded was exceptionally good.
Every day when I open my eyes it is pitch black, and when I close my eyes it is also pitch black. I can hardly hear anything, and this feeling makes time pass extremely slowly.
Boom!
There was a dull sound overhead.
The house shook violently twice.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing this, Fu Anan quickly sat up.
The snow was so heavy that it collapsed the roof of the third floor.
The third floor is piled high with snow. It is too late and impossible to go out and clean it up now.
After they went up to investigate, they decided to move the sleeping area from the second floor to the first floor.
(End of this chapter)