Sweet and salty prehistoric husband and wife

Feeling the warmth conveyed by the tall body, Mr. Hua Yu was enveloped between the chest and arms by the tiger, and the whole person seemed to be embedded in it.

Fenghu's slightly heavy breathing showed that he was not stable at the moment. Mr. Hua Yu knew that the cold attitude just now left him with a bad mood, so even though he had hugged him for a long time, he did not struggle, and slowly waited for Fenghu Tiger calmed down.

He was reluctant to let go of the person in his arms, but that was just thinking about it, leaving a light kiss on the side of his white neck, Fenghu reluctantly let go of his arms.

Mr. Hua Yu squinted at Fenghu, who was taking advantage of him, and said nothing. He has been attacked more times recently, and he is a bit accustomed to it. Habits are really not a good thing.

Feng Hu chuckled, his ugly face was finally replaced by joy, he caressed the slightly pale face in front of him, and there was still a tinge of pity in his heart.

"Dirty." The sudden onset was too hasty, and Mr. Hua Yu was only thinking about how to suppress the illness. When he entered the tent quickly, he had no time to take off his shoes, and he had no time to take care of it. Footprints and dirty mud frowned.

"It's just a change, don't worry." Feng Hu nodded at Hua Yujun's slightly frowning brows, and said indifferently.

"I'm used to sleeping." Mr. Hua Yu touched the fur on the back of the animal hide, still feeling a little uncomfortable.If it doesn't flare up, it won't get dirty.

"I'll sleep with you in my arms?" Feng Hu held Hua Yujun's face with both hands, and said seductively.

"...It's a good idea." Hua Yu-jun rolled his eyes and stretched his hands angrily.

Due to the small space in the tent, Mr. Hua Yu moved several times before folding the animal skin quilt and animal skin pad to the tent mouth. Feng Hu also helped with the work. The two of them folded the four dirty animal skins and put them away. together.

"I won't meet with you for the time being, you go out and tell them, I'll be fine tomorrow." Although the mood has stabilized, Mr. Hua Yu decided to self-isolate just to be on the safe side.

"Okay, don't worry about them." Feng Hu reassured when he saw that Hua Yujun was worried about everyone's emotions.

Feng Hu came out of the tent first, then bent down and easily picked up four thick animal skins, put the curtain of the tent before striding away.

The people who had been waiting for a long time gathered around Fenghu to inquire. Fenghu put the animal skins in the lower reaches of the canal and led them back to the campfire before explaining Mr. Huayu's illness to them.

"Huahua is feeling unwell, and will be resting in the tent today." Feng Hu explained evasively.

"Where is Master Hua uncomfortable?" Geeta was anxious in her heart, and in order to highlight the title, she naturally put "Hua" on it.

"That's right, what's wrong with Mrs. Hua, Mr. Patriarch, you really made it clear."

"Master Patriarch, is Master Hua better now?"

"Master Patriarch, is Master Hua uncomfortable?"

……

Everyone was eager to know the current physical condition of the envoy, and they all thought that the title of "Master Hua" was good, so they all followed suit.

"I'm not feeling well, let me go in and take a look." Wa Ya frowned, with a worried expression on her face, and wanted to go in and have a look for herself.

"Quiet." Fenghu was so noisy that his head hurt, he raised his voice and yelled coldly, and waited for everyone to shut up before speaking again, "Huahua's body doesn't matter, just rest more, everyone don't bother today."

The crowd didn't see the envoy, and they were still worried, but the patriarch's obviously impatient face made them dare not talk anymore, they could only watch Fenghu dryly as he was carried into the tent with two clean animal skins in his arms.