The spot she was lying on had been replaced by a soft, snow-white fur, which carried the crisp, clean scent of a Beastman.
Wu Yue looked at Yuan Lang, dumbfounded. "Is it a trend for you Beastmen to carry Beast Skins around now?"
'I suddenly feel so unrefined.'
Yuan Lang chuckled. "Only special Beastmen carry them."
Wu Yue's hand, which was busy gnawing on a piece of fruit, froze. She looked at him in confusion. "Special Beastmen?"
Yuan Lang nodded. "Mhm."
'Beastmen like me, with a special purpose.'
'There's a good reason I brought a Beast Skin. That reason is you.'
Meanwhile, Teng Qian, having finished his meat outside, returned to the cave. He was just about to curry some last-minute favor with the future witch before bed when he noticed that the Beast Skin at Wu Yue's feet looked inexplicably familiar.
What was now wrapped around the young female's slender frame, however, was a soft, clean, snow-white Beast Skin that looked infinitely better than his own.
