Yuan Lang knew what she was worried about and nodded. "Don't worry. Leave processing the prey to me. You prepare some food, and we'll go gather 'medicinal herbs' later."
He'd accompanied her to gather herbs many times before, so the tribespeople saw it as a perfectly normal occurrence.
Conveniently, he didn't have to hunt today. With that much prey, they might not even finish processing it all in one day. The thought that he could still find time to be alone with her made the smile on his lips grow even brighter.
The Beastman had a blissful smile on his face. When Wu Yue turned around, her lips twitched. For some reason, she always felt that Yuan Lang's imagination could be surprisingly wild at times.
She reached up to take a basket down from the rafters. Inside were a few slightly burnt flatbreads. "Qingcao brought some over yesterday. We can take them for lunch."
Staring at the flatbreads, which were several shades darker than his own skin, Yuan Lang silently gulped. "Okay."
