Chapter 202 (1/2)

As a result, Nan Xun did just that. She pounced on A’Mang, hugged his head, and bit his thin sexy lips.

When she was finished, she tried to slip off him but A’Mang stopped her. He wrapped her slender legs around his waist, deepening the kiss.

In fact, primitive people didn’t like kissing, which might be related to the fact that most people didn’t brush their teeth and had bad breath. However, A’Mang was a very particular person. He chewed some grass that could clean his mouth, so his mouth didn’t smell at all. On the contrary, he always had the pleasant scent of grass.

Nan Xun decided to make a toothbrush for him next time. The first toothbrush was made by Chuxue girl. She asked A’Yu to cut some wood to make the handle of the toothbrush, then tied a kind of fluffy grass that she found on the other end. She and Chuxue were the only ones who insisted on using them. Even A’Yu didn’t use one.

But, Nan Xun believed that such a fastidious A’Mang would definitely like this gadget.

When they had enough intimacy, A’Mang put down the woman intertwined with him and asked, “A’Xi, this snakeskin skirt was made by the best craftsman in my tribe. Do you like it?”

Nan Xun nodded quickly and said in surprise, “Yes, I like it very much! Is this the skin of the snake I killed last time?”

A’Mang hugged her waist and said with a smile, “Yes, it’s that big snake. A’Xi, I’ve made two skirts, one for you and one for me.”

The heat that just receded from Nan Xun’s face flared up again.

Your mother ah. This is a primitive man in front of me ah. How can he have such an avant-garde consciousness? You even know to make couples’ clothing!

A’Mang continued, “This snakeskin feels very cool to wear. It’s just perfect right now.”

Nan Xun shyly hit his chest and said, “A’Mang, I love it. Thank you.”

A’Mang held her little fist, moved it up to his mouth and blew on it. “My skin is rough, does it hurt?”

Nan Xun: …

A’Mang leaned over to her ear and smiled. “A’Xi, when will you return the fur skirt I was wearing when we first met? What are you keeping it for? I’ve worn it.”1

Nan Xun’s face was boiling hot and readily spat out with a guilty conscience, “Bah, what do I do with it? Can’t I have it to wipe my feet?”

A’Mang gave a meaningful “oh” then said, “Of course, A’Xi’s feet are also very fragrant.”

Nan Xun: …

Dying, she was going to be turned into a dog by this primitive man.

The heat on Nan Xun’s face didn’t fade until A’Mang walked away and his back disappeared into the jungle.

She thought about A’Mang’s words from before he left, and couldn’t help but giggle.

He said that that next time they saw each other, he would take her away and find a way to get her people’s consent.

Little Eight suddenly said, “Fuck, it’s finally finished. I didn’t dare open my eyes and only completely released my five senses just now. I only opened my eyes a slit.”

Nan Xun clenched her fist in front of her lips and lightly coughed twice.

Little Eight uttered “fuck” and said, “How come your face is as red as a monkey’s butt, what did you do?”

Nan Xun wanted to smash Little Eight with her fist.

However, Nan Xun still had something to ask Little Eight about, so she put aside her thoughts about pounding him into a flat cake and gently said, “Little Eight, A’Mang isn’t far away. Please do me a favor.”