Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: The innocent Shi Feng

After vigorously scrubbing the moisture off the cubs, Rong Ye huffed and stood up.

Without a hint of hesitation, he untied his damp hide skirt and tossed it right out of the cave entrance to dry in the sun alongside Stove.

He didn’t bother looking for a replacement. He just stood there, tall and unbothered, his pale skin glistening.

Su Qinglan, who was still tucked under the heavy fur wrap Xuan Long had draped over her, peeked out and immediately felt her brain short-circuit.

"Rong Ye!" she barked, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled a ripe berry.

"Don’t roam around like that! You shameless man! Put something on!"

She was very, very angry when she looked at him so botherless, but her eyes were practically glued to the "view" before she could force herself to look away.

Her thoughts start running and are full of...ahem, let’s not talk about that, but she couldn’t see him roaming around like that. For God’s sake, he was not alone in the cave.

She felt like finding a hole in the cave floor and burying herself.

And my totem! She screamed internally.

It was bad enough that he was so shameless, but her totem had appeared in such an... intimate place.

She stole a panicked glance toward Shi Feng. What if he saw it? Would he think she was some kind of scandalous female?

Wait, why do I care what he thinks? She scolded herself. It’s not my fault the universe decided to tattoo me there!

But Rong Ye, completely nonchalant, just stretched his arms over his head, enjoying the air. He looked down at her with a sly, teasing smirk.

"Lan Lan, everything is wet," he said, his voice dropping into a playful, seductive purr.

"What am I supposed to wear? Do you want me to catch a cold?"

He stepped a little closer, leaning into her space. "Are you still shy? We’ve been away for so long; are you telling me you’ve forgotten what your male looks like?"

"Who is shy?!" Su Qinglan burst out, her voice cracking slightly. "I just... I just don’t want something constantly dangling in my line of sight! It’s distracting!"

Rong Ye didn’t mind her shouting at all. In fact, he seemed to thrive on it. He chuckled, looking down at himself and then back at her.

"Lan Lan, they have been soaked in the sea for so long. Let them breathe a little. It’s healthy."

Behind them, the other males didn’t even blink. To them, being naked was as natural as breathing, especially since they spent half their lives as beasts anyway.

However, Shi Feng wasn’t looking at Rong Ye face.

His gaze had accidentally snagged on the position where Su Qinglan dreaded seeing him. His eyes widened, and a deep, dark flush crept up his neck and flooded his face.

He quickly looked at the ceiling, then at the floor, then at the wall...anywhere but at that place...he couldn’t believe that this was really Lan Lan’s Totem.

How could it be...? Why this fix is so lucky...no wonder he was flexing that...

His heart was suddenly racing like a panicked rabbit. He had heard of totems appearing after a female accepted a mate, but to see it there...

His thoughts began to run wild, imagining things a stoic man like him definitely shouldn’t be imagining. He felt like his ears were on fire.

"Wait...Xuan Long!" she gasped, her hands flying up to catch the fabric, but she was too late.

The damp hide fell away, and her chest was suddenly exposed to the cool cave air and their burning gazes.

Xuan Long’s eyes darkened to a near-black as he stared at her, his throat bobbing. Su Qinglan felt a wave of intense heat.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath; she only had one pair of "modern" underwear that she was wearing when she was teleported here, as other pairs were still in her luggage with the tribe.

And now that single pair has also been washed up.

Before she could even think about covering herself, she felt a different sensation...a cold, soft breath against the crook of her neck.

"Lan Lan, you’re shivering," Han Jue’s voice came, silky and dangerous. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her shoulder.

"I’m shivering because of you two!" she tried to shout, but it came out as a breathless squeak. "You said you’d help me change! Where are the dry clothes?!"

Xuan Long didn’t answer with words. He dipped his head, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of salt. He moved to her jawline, his stubble grazing her skin, while his hands began to roam.

Su Qinglan’s protest died in her throat. Her fingers instinctively tangled into Xuan Long’s hair, pulling him closer. "Xuan Long..." she moaned, her head falling back.

Suddenly, she let out a small yelp.

Han Jue had nipped the sensitive skin of her shoulder, his hand sliding down her stomach toward her hip, his touch a cooling contrast to the fire Xuan Long was lighting.

"The dry clothes can wait," Han Jue whispered against her skin. "I am more warmer, lan lan."