Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

Yuan is a man of decisive character. Since he has promised his little female, he will definitely do what he says and will not go back on his word.

Yuan found the tribe leader and the witch and discussed teaching the tribe how to make pottery. Winter was approaching, and they didn't have much time left to make pottery this year.

There is enough food prepared for this winter, and with the large amount of sweet potatoes stored in the tribe, the orcs in the tribe will not starve this year.

Therefore, the clan leader and the witch decided that they should start construction today without further delay.

Song Guo was also shocked by the orcs' high efficiency. Are they in such a hurry to start work today?

Seeing the exquisite pottery on display, the orcs became full of energy and extremely excited.

Hundreds of orcs sat in front of the tribe's altar, playing with mud and learning Yuan's steps to slowly make pottery.

Song Guo was not idle after all. He followed his father and brother to dig a kiln. Although his father and brother had some experience, their heads were still a mess without Song Guo's guidance.

As for why Yuan would be willing to let him go, the strawberry marks on Song Guo's neck and under her fur skirt will tell you the answer.

With previous experience, Song Guo began to think about digging a kiln suitable for the tribe. The kiln had to be big enough and high enough, otherwise it would not be able to hold the pottery made by the tribe.

The tall and mighty orcs transformed into their original forms, achieving twice the result with half the effort. Baskets of soil were carried away, and the cave gradually revealed its appearance. The unreasonable parts were pointed out, and the orcs were asked to repair them. Song Guo's mission thus came to an end.

Yuan limits people to the scope of his own vision. He can only feel at ease when he keeps people under his nose.

Song Guo was not idle either. He stayed beside Yuan, massaging his shoulders to relax his muscles and occasionally feeding him some dried meat.

Yuan, who was teaching the orcs how to make pottery, only felt two soft and boneless little hands lighting fires all over his body. His throat became very dry and his silver-white eyes became dangerous and deep.

Yuan said hoarsely: "My dear, give me some water."

Song Guo stopped, brought a glass of water to A Yuan, and wiped the sweat on A Yuan's forehead with a fur towel.

Song Guo's smooth skin was as delicate as cream, and glowed white in the sun. Dark emotions were surging in Yuan's eyes, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled unconsciously with the water he swallowed. The water flowed through his throat, moistening his dry throat, but Yuan was not satisfied.

"My dear, come closer!" There was love as sweet as honey in Yuan's eyes, and his voice was like a bewitching siren, which could make people's ears pregnant.

Song Guo moved closer obediently, and it seemed as if the hot breath from A Yuan's nose tickled Song Guo's fair skin, causing two blushes. "A Yuan..." Song Guo swallowed nervously, her small Adam's apple rolling up and down, her eyes sparkling with water, and the crimson corners of her eyes were captivating.

Yuan restrained himself and gave his sweetheart a light kiss on the lips. Song Guo stepped back a little as if he was electrocuted, and his face was flushed with an ambiguous pink.

Ah Yuan, Ah Yuan, how could he treat me like this in public? !

Song Guo pouted, and the charm in her eyes made Yuan's heart flutter and his lower abdomen tighten. Damn it, his little female was tempting him!

The orcs sitting with Song Guo and Yuan suddenly felt full for some reason, even though they had not eaten anything yet.

Many orcs cast teasing and envious glances at Song Guo and Yuan. The orcs expressed their feelings directly without any beating around the bush. The interaction between Song Guo and Yuan was nothing out of the ordinary in their eyes.

However, there are still many single men with tears of envy on their faces, wondering when they will be able to have a beautiful female like Yuan.

Bai also looked a little yearning. The bond ceremony between him and Suo will be held before winter comes. He hopes that after the bond, the relationship between him and Suo can be as sweet as that between Guo and Yuan.

Many male orcs looked into the eyes of their favorite half-orcs and females, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Song Guo didn't know that because of the sweet interaction between him and A Yuan, it indirectly led to several pairs of orcs in the tribe having feelings for each other.

With everyone working together, the fire burned brighter. The orcs made pottery all night long. In the early morning of the next day, before the sun rose, the open space in front of the altar was already filled with finished pottery blanks.

Yuan has accomplished his mission and all that is left is to wait for the pottery to dry naturally and then glaze it.

The tribe leader and witch wanted to stop Yuan to discuss the precautions for drying the pottery, but Yuan stopped them and said, "Tribe leader, witch, I'm in a hurry to go back to see Guaibao. We can talk later if there's anything else."

Guaibao stayed alone in the stone house, I wonder if he would cry? Thinking of his little female hiding in the animal skin quilt with tears in her eyes, Yuan felt as if his heart was being pulled by someone.

He had to hurry back; nothing could stop him now.

Knowing that Yuan was a man of his word and understanding his anxiety, and since Guo was now pregnant with Yuan's cub and needed Yuan's care, the clan leader and the witch did not bother Yuan anymore.

Yuan ran back home. Thinking of the little female sleeping soundly on the stone bed and the fire burning in the stone house, a warm current flowed in Yuan's heart.

Ever since he had his own sweet baby, the stone house, which was just a cold shelter for him, became his home in his heart, warm and nostalgic.

On the spacious stone bed, Song Guo was sleeping soundly with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was having a sweet dream. His head curled up in the quilt looked even smaller.

Yuan stood beside the stone bed, greedily locking his eyes on his darling, gently waiting for the cold to dissipate.

Yuan extinguished the oil lamp made by his own sweetheart, climbed onto the stone bed, and held the little female tightly in his arms with his strong arms. He lowered his head and gently kissed his forehead, "Good night, sweetheart."

The sleeping little guy seemed to have found a familiar harbor. He rolled onto Yuan, found a comfortable place to rub his head against, and fell into a deep sleep.

The soft, curly hair brushed across Yuan's neck and brushed against his skin, almost making his heart itch, as if a feather was gently blowing across his heart.

Yuan fell asleep while holding his treasure. In his dream, he still saw his sweet baby's smiling face...