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.
