Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: The tribe leader is back!

Su Qinglan sat cross-legged inside the cave. A large piece of animal hide was spread on the ground in front of her. She stared at it with furrowed brows, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She had already cooked earlier, made a whole heap of food, and both of those beastmen had devoured it like starving wolves. Her hard work—all the meat she cooked—was gone in the blink of an eye. Now, all that was left were eggs. Her precious eggs.

She hugged them secretly in her heart.

No way. She likes eggs. She won’t give them any. Even if they starve, these are mine.

And these two didn’t even look guilty after clearing the food. One was sprawled lazily right outside her cave, basking in the sun with his violet hair shining like some spoiled young master. That fox had "pretend sick" written all over his face.

The other one, Hu Yan, at least looked useful. The big tiger sat nearby, carefully carving cookware out of wood and stone. His broad shoulders flexed with each movement, golden eyes sharp as he worked.

Su Qinglan sighed. At least one of them wasn’t completely useless.

Now that her stomach had calmed, she had another problem. Clothes. To be exact—underwear. She couldn’t go on forever wrapping herself in loose hides. It was uncomfortable, clumsy, and embarrassing.

She picked up the stone dagger and looked at the hide. Her hands shook slightly.

Just the thought of using this stone dagger made her shudder. No, no way. I’d rather run naked than use that thing.

So instead, she grabbed a piece of burnt wood and began marking the hide, sketching out where she needed it cut. It looked awkward; the shapes were uneven, but she at least had an idea.

When she finished, she held the marked hide in both hands and marched out of the cave.

Hu Yan lifted his head the moment she approached. His golden eyes blinked at the big piece of hide in her arms.

"Cut it for me," she said.

His brows drew together. "Why?"

Su Qinglan stiffened. Her ears turned a little red. How was she supposed to tell him it was for underwear? No way! She could die of embarrassment.

"It’s mine. I’ll use it how I like. Just cut it," she said firmly.

Hu Yan’s lips pressed into a line. "A good hide will be ruined if you slice it into pieces."

Before Su Qinglan could argue more, that lazy voice drifted from where Rong Ye lay stretched out in the sun.

"Ahhh... females." His tone carried pity and scorn all at once. "They never know how to treasure things. Such a fine hide, wasted like this. A pity. Such a pity."

Su Qinglan’s veins almost popped. She whirled on him, face flushed with anger. "What does it have to do with you?! Am I using your hide? This is mine! If I want to cut it, I’ll cut it. If I want to burn it, I’ll burn it. None of your business!"

Rong Ye only gave her a lazy nod, as if she had proven his point. "See? All females are like this. Wasting everything. Tsk, tsk."

Her hands itched to grab the stone pan again and give him another lump on the head. But she swallowed her temper. Instead, she turned her back on him, glaring at Hu Yan.

"Cut it."

Hu Yan’s eyes lingered on her face for a long moment, silent, but finally he reached for the hide with his clawed hand. With precise movements, he began slicing along the marks she had drawn. His big hands were steady, his cuts clean and neat. The hide turned into smaller pieces quickly.

Su Qinglan’s eyes sparkled. "Wow... so neat!"

Excited, she leaned closer. "Hu Yan, do you know how to sew clothes?"

The tiger’s sharp eyes shifted to her. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached up, tugged a strand of his own long black hair, and held it out to her.

"Use this."

Su Qinglan blinked. "Hair?"

Hu Yan nodded once. "Our hair is used for sewing. It’s durable, strong, and stretchable. Better than any vine. It won’t break easily."

Her jaw dropped slightly. She stared at the black strand in her hand. "You’re telling me... You use your own hair to sew clothes?"

Hu Yan nodded again, calm and serious.

Behind them, Rong Ye finally sat up, looking both horrified and offended. His violet locks swayed as he muttered, "Heavens above... If I had known females liked beastmen’s hair this much, I would have offered mine long ago. Do you want my hair too, female? My hair is softer, shinier, and prettier than his."

"Shut up!" Su Qinglan snapped, cheeks hot.

Rong Ye chuckled, flopping down again with a dejected face.

Su Qinglan ignored him and turned back to Hu Yan. "Okay... but, uh... I don’t actually know how to sew."

Hu Yan’s golden eyes softened slightly, though his face stayed stoic. "I’ll help."

He picked up one piece of hide, used his long nails to poke small holes where stitches should go, and then threaded his hair through the first one, showing her the motion. "This way. Loop through each hole."

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