Rong Ye barreled into the cave like a wet fox who had just defeated heaven itself.
He skidded across the stone floor, water dripping in heavy lines from his hair and clothes, and loudly dropped his haul.
Clack! Clunk! Thud!
The sounds echoed through the cave.
Han Jue didn’t even look up; he was too busy tying a hide bundle. Hu Yan flicked an ear, unimpressed. But Su Qinglan turned at once.
The moment she looked at him, Rong Ye’s entire posture changed. He straightened, puffed up, tail practically wagging behind him even though he was currently in human form.
He didn’t even greet the others.
He immediately grabbed a thick hide from the drying rack, shook it once, and wrapped it around his head like a dramatic fox prince. Then he pat-pat-patted himself dry. His cheeks, his hair, his neck, his arms...he rubbed every part until the rainwater finally stopped dripping.
Only then did he fling the hide aside, sprint to Su Qinglan, and scoop her into his arms.
"Lan Lan, you’re awake!" Rong Ye declared proudly, burying half his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder. He inhaled deeply, as if trying to pull her whole scent into his lungs. "Ahh... I missed you so much..."
Su Qinglan blinked, startled but amused. His wet hair was cold against her skin, yet the warmth of his arms made her giggle.
"Rong Ye... you’re soaked! What happened? You look... very happy?"
"Happy?" he pulled back, violet eyes shining like precious gems. "Of course I’m happy! I snatched all the good items from the tribe!"
He lifted his chin, unbearably smug.
"I got the softest ribs, the best loin pieces, even the smoked bison tail! Elder Bo tried to cheat us, but I stopped him...oh, Lan Lan, you should’ve seen me! I fought for your meals! I made sure you got the best!"
Su Qinglan stared at him. Utterly speechless.
Her mouth opened... closed... opened again.
"Rong Ye... we already have so much meat..."
"That is not the point!" he snapped with righteous indignation. "You are delicate. A pregnant female should only eat the softest, sweetest meat. Do you want to chew tough neck pieces? No! So I worked hard!"
He said it with such sincerity that she couldn’t even scold him. Instead, she smiled and nodded gently.
"You did well, Rong Ye."
His ears practically perked up. He hugged her again, tighter, planting his cold cheek to her warm one as if he had earned a lifetime achievement award.
Han Jue finally stepped over, picked up the stone bowls Rong Ye had dropped, and placed them neatly next to the packed items. He didn’t say anything, but he gave Rong Ye a long stare filled with silent judgment.
Rong Ye pretended not to see it.
Hu Yan, meanwhile, walked by carrying a giant bundle of rolled hides, pausing only to smirk at Rong Ye’s obvious triumph.
With all three husbands now inside, the work resumed smoothly.
Han Jue tied stone bowls with vines and stacked them carefully.
Rong Ye dragged hide bundles and wooden tubs toward the entrance, still humming with pride.
Hu Yan moved the heaviest items...large stone tubs, spare firewood, and thick hides...almost effortlessly.
Su Qinglan could only sit on the furs, watching them work. She tried to get up once, but Han Jue looked at her with the same sternness he used when telling a wild beast to sit still.
"No, Lan Lan," he said firmly. "You are not allowed to lift anything."
Hu Yan’s giant hand appeared behind her, pushing her gently back down.
Rong Ye even pointed a finger at her. "If you stand up again, I will carry you and tie you to my waist."
So she stayed where she was.
And Hu Yan quickly set about cooking something warm for her.

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