It's not that Chen Zhou can't stand seeing mosquitoes suck blood.
He just doesn't want to lose this companion.
The swarm of mosquitoes grew larger; if the prey continued not to fight back, they might really suck a person dry.
Even if they don't drain the blood, if the man catches some primitive malaria and loses his labor capacity, it would be a burden for him.
...
After driving away the mosquitoes hovering around the strong man, Chen Zhou returned to the fire, carefully tending to the flames.
Before long, a red firelight blossomed under the night sky more than ten thousand years ago.
The bright tongues of flame flickered, dancing under the cold wind.
Light-attracted insects circled the campfire, occasionally crashing into the fire with a series of crackling sounds.
Clusters of shadowy clouds floated over the deep blue sky, and the obscured moonlight traced frosty arcs over the grassland vegetation.
