Traveling through the beast world: Beastmaster, don't mess around!

Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Before Ji Mo could react, Qianhuang's hand reached out, Ji Mo screamed in fright, and quickly jumped three steps away from Qianhuang.

"You rascal, what are you doing?"

Qianhuang looked blank, pointed at Ji Mo's body and said, "You are different from the females in the tribe."

Ji Mo was almost drowned by his own saliva, he put his hands on his chest and kicked Qianhuang hard, "It's not like your sister, I kindly want to hold your hair, but you take advantage of me, stinky hooligan, stinky asshole."

Qianhuang still didn't understand why Ji Mo was so angry. All the females in the tribe could touch this place. Although he had never touched them before, they would not be angry because of this.

Qianhuang took a few steps forward, and Ji Mo quickly stepped back, but his feet slipped and fell straight back. Qianhuang's eyes narrowed and he wanted to catch her.

But they fell to the ground with Ji Mo, and when the two cool lips pressed together, both of them were stunned.

Ji Mo opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the handsome face above.Before he could react, he felt numbness on his lips.

Ji Mo was startled, he pressed his hands against Qianhuang's chest and tried to push him away, but Qianhuang didn't seem to plan to get up. He looked at Ji Mo condescendingly, and said solemnly, "You are not the same as the females of the tribe."

Seeing him bow his head to kiss him again, Ji Mo screamed in horror, putting his hands on his chest and resisting, "What are you doing? Go away, I don't want..."

Qianhuang's golden pupils shone with scorching light, all his heavy breathing sprayed on Ji Mo's face, and Ji Mo's sanity that finally came back almost fell again.

Ji Mo suddenly opened her mouth and bit Qianhuang's lip hard, and she didn't let go until the smell of blood filled her mouth.

Qian Huang's pupils finally regained some clarity, but when he looked at Ji Mo, he was still aggressive.

"Qianhuang, calm down. If you need a woman, you can find other people in the tribe. I can't do it. If you don't want to look for it, I can help you, but don't look for me." Ji Mo Her eyes were full of fear, and she could not accept any contact without emotion.

Just when Qianhuang was stunned, Ji Mo kicked him away and got up.

She quickly put the coat on her body, put on her pants and shoes, made sure that she was not showing anywhere, and looked at Qianhuang vigilantly.

Qianhuang stood up, just glanced at Ji Mo lightly, and said solemnly, "If you don't take a bath, then go back."

As if nothing happened just now, even Ji Mo himself doubted, is this person so forgetful?But as long as she wasn't forced to do that, she was still relieved.

Ji Mo followed behind Qianhuang, watching his wet hair dripping with water droplets, hitting his strong muscles, there was a wild charm.

"Wait, Qianhuang, I said I wanted to tie your hair, so come here."

Qianhuang looked back at her and said indifferently, "Forget it, pulling your hair hurts."

The corners of Ji Mo's mouth twitched fiercely, and she could only say with a smile, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it just now, I'm sure it won't hurt you this time, and don't you think it's inconvenient to keep your hair loose like this? Will you cover your eyes?"

Qianhuang was a little moved, hesitated for a moment, sat down on a stone, Ji Mo hurriedly walked behind him, touched the beautiful hair with his fingers, and took out an ordinary wooden comb from his pocket. Although the sanding is not smooth enough, it is barely usable.

He took out the purple-red wooden hairpin again. Ji Mo looked at the hairpin and couldn't help showing love at the corners of his mouth. It turned out to be red sandalwood. Although it was just trimmed at random, it was very elegant and beautiful.

Ji Mo gently combed Qianhuang's hair with a comb. Although Qianhuang's hair was often washed, he didn't want to tangle like the rest of the tribe, but because he hadn't combed it, it wasn't particularly smooth.

The comb brushed the scalp, and it felt slightly itchy but comfortable. Qianhuang grabbed Ji Mo's hand and looked back at the comb in her hand.

"What is this thing?"

All of Ji Mo's senses were in his hands, and he didn't hear Qianhuang's words clearly. Qianhuang's hands had thin calluses, and when he held her, it hurt a little.

"You, what are you doing? You don't want to..."

Ji Mo's words stopped abruptly because Qianhuang took the comb in her hand and ignored her.

Ji Mo blushed, he seemed to think too much, he was curious about the comb.

"What is this thing of yours, it seems good to comb your hair with it."

Ji Mo pouted, "Of course it's not bad, it's the accumulation of 5000 years of culture, something our ancestors invented for life." Ji Mo took the comb from Qianhuang's hand and continued to comb his hair.

(End of this chapter)