Lost Jungle

27

    There was a small stream of water meandering down from the smooth, white and tender skin. Wen Feng supported the edge of the barrel with one hand, and a lot of water splashed on his long legs.

    Struggling to climb out of the wooden barrel, Wen Feng hastily wrapped a thin piece of animal skin on his wet body. Water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair, and along with his curvaceous neck, he slid into the skin covered by the animal skin. In the thin chest.

    Throwing the changed dirty clothes into the barrel, Wen Feng walked over with a piece of soaked animal skin.

    On the large stone bed, Vikas, who had already eaten, had a large wet stain of dark red blood on his naked chest.

    The leftover garbage was wrapped with a complete fur of the prey, and a knot was tied at the end, and it was placed firmly on the flat stone slab under the stone bed.

    Vikas, who knew that Wen Feng liked to be clean, didn't make any more stains except for the unavoidable blood stains on his chest and animal claws.

    Wen Feng, who walked back to the stone bed with a refreshed body, was very satisfied with this.

    Glancing at the bulging animal skin bag under the bed, Wen Feng threw the soaked animal skin onto Vikas's dirty chest, "Wipe it yourself first, and I will serve you later." Bending down

    resignedly , Wen Feng stretched out his only arm that was still able to move, grabbed the handle of the leather bag, and dragged the mutilated corpse of the prey out of the stone house.

    When he came back, he took a step forward and paused briefly, looking at the few blue medicines left by the door, Wen Feng gritted his teeth and pulled out all the blue medicines he had planted so hard.

    Holding a large piece of wet cloth with his broad animal claws, he wiped his chest hastily twice. Vikas' golden animal eyes glowing with dim light never moved away from Wen Feng's body from the beginning to the end.

    Inside the loose animal skin blanket was a naked body, and Vikas clearly knew what kind of pleasure that long and flexible body could bring him.

    The tender white soles of the feet, the round toes glowing with a touch of pink, stepped on the icy slate, leaving a series of small wet marks.

    Pursed diamond lips, Vikas’s cold animal face hides the turbulent waves, the thick Adam’s apple rolling up and down, the long twitching tongue, swallowing a lot of viscous saliva, Vikas stares at the approaching warm Feng, with devouring eyes.

    Wen Feng, who was holding a handful of blue pills, took it calmly under Vikas' fierce gaze.

    Vikas has seen this terrifying look in his eyes before, not to mention that Vikas is just a paralyzed man who has lost consciousness in his lower body.

    Wen Feng knew that it was very unkind of him to think like this, but he really felt dark in his heart for the predicament that Vikas could only look at and could not move. It seemed that the anger he suffered when he was forced by Vikas back then was rehabilitated.

    Taking out the bandage, Wen Feng applied the crushed blue medicine to the wound that had begun to heal, and fixed it with the bandage. On his weak right arm, a circle of thick gauze appeared, with blue medicine juice leaching out.

    Vikas on the stone bed watched all this quietly, only the heavy panting, proclaiming the restlessness of the master's body.

    With his outstretched left hand, he grabbed the wet cloth that Vikas had thrown beside the bed with some discomfort, covered Vikas's body covered with fine silver scales, and wiped it carefully.