Lost Jungle

7

    A trace of cold air slid in through the open door, soaking into the skin exposed to the air, on the fair skin, tiny cold hairs stood up one by one, and the cold and stiff palm touched the warm beast beside him, Wen Feng, who was sleeping soundly, curled up unconsciously, frowning tightly, and was stubbornly resisting the low temperature.

    The warm alien beast next to it left at some point, and the cool morning wind blew into the empty stone cave. The trembling eyelashes slowly opened, revealing dim black eyes, curled up on the animal skin blanket with cold pain. Wen Feng in the movie finally woke up from the cold.

    Stretching out his hand to grab a corner of the blanket, he turned over vigorously. In a daze, Wen Feng rolled himself up. The thick dark brown fluff wrapped around his body, a round strip, with only a black head exposed outside. Wen Feng again fell asleep.

    Vikas, who came back from foraging, held a pile of brightly colored fruits in his arms, wrapped in a large green leaf.

    The tall figure squatted down, the strong calves outlined smooth lines, the furry animal head bowed down, and a huge shadow covered Wen Feng.

    With the sudden change of light, the irritated eyelids fluttered slightly, the brows furrowed, Wen Feng reluctantly opened his eyes.

    A pair of huge animal eyes suddenly appeared in front of him. The terrified Wen Feng struggled to sit up, but was surprised to find that his hands and feet were bound.

    Dazzling golden animal eyes, with strong interest, stared at the creatures on the ground that bound themselves together with great interest.

    Looking down at the animal skin blanket wrapped around him, Wen Feng was silent for two seconds, two suspicious blushes appeared on his tender cheeks.

    Somewhat flusteredly avoiding the sharp gaze of the alien beast, Wen Feng rolled on the spot and re-laid the animal skin blanket on the ground.

    It wasn't a very violent movement, but it touched the crotch behind which was stuffed with a foreign object, and a trace of unspeakable numbness came subtly, and Wen Feng, who was unprepared, let out a muffled groan.

    The round object that was forcibly inserted into the body was a little bigger than yesterday's one, and after a while, it hadn't fully adapted to it yet.

    Not daring to reveal the contents of his body in front of Vikas, Wen Feng carefully got up from the animal skin.

    With a hint of mockery in his eyes, Vikas took out a fruit from his bosom and handed it to Wen Feng's lips.

    Fresh fruit, thin crimson peel, with crystal dew, exudes bursts of sweet fruity aroma.

    The open mouth revealed the white teeth, and took a big bite of the red fruit. The soft flesh mixed with the sweet juice slid into the mouth, and the bright black eyes narrowed slightly. Wen Feng reached out and took the Vika. fruit in the hand.

    The sharp animal claws were let go obediently, and a bunch of small orange fruits were handed over, the soft and slippery peel stuck to Wen Feng's chapped lips.

    Sighing helplessly, Wen Feng resigned himself to Vikas' claws and swallowed the bunch of small yellow fruits.

    I don't know when it started, Vikas was no longer so keen on meditating on the jungle below the mountain, but instead obsessed with teasing himself from time to time.

    Wen Feng felt that Vikas should treat himself as some kind of pet, and he always liked to tease him when he had nothing to do.

    The life on the mountain is leisurely and comfortable, even a bit boring, and needs to find some fun for himself, so most of the time Wen Feng will cooperate with Vikas.