In the evening, someone delivered two sets of clothes: a leopard-print skirt and a blue peacock feather hat.
These two items are very rare, and usually only tribal chiefs and elders can possess them.
The person who delivered the gifts said that the Katlin tribe regarded Yimu and Zong'ao as honored guests, which is why they sent these two items.
Yi Mu felt no honor whatsoever; he had just gotten that tattoo that looked completely off no matter how he looked at it.
He couldn't do it if he were shirtless.
Yi Mu stared at the fur skirt, looking troubled.
Zong Ao still hasn't figured out what the elder is trying to do.
He originally thought they kidnapped him simply as revenge, but several days have passed, and he's been well-fed and cared for without anyone doing anything malicious.
Zong Ao always felt that the elder had ulterior motives.
While waiting for the troops to come to their rescue, they had to remain calm and watch for when the enemy would make a mistake.
Seeing Yi Mu looking troubled, Zong Ao picked up his dress and, without hesitation, quickly changed into it, then put on his peacock hat.
He's tall, muscular, and handsome, so this outfit suits him perfectly; on the contrary, it gives him a wild and cool vibe.
Yi Mu was a very conservative person, and after changing into a skirt, he felt that something was wrong.
Most of his legs were exposed. Compared to Zong Ao's skirt, which looked like shorts, his skirt almost reached his upper thighs, and it didn't look like something a man would wear.
Yimu expressed his concerns.
Zong Ao didn't say anything, but put the yellowed white shirt he had borrowed from Dora on him, buttoned it up, and patted his head: "Don't worry, I've got everything covered."
That's incredibly reassuring.
Zong Ao has been taking good care of Yi Mu all these days.
He believed that Zong Ao could safely lead him out of the rainforest.
The bonfire feast was extremely grand, with a dozen or so smaller fires burning around the large bonfire.
The wood, carrying a unique fragrance, crackled and burned, its flames illuminating faces with exotic features.
A woman with a stunning figure stood on a high platform, holding a beautiful red veil that fluttered in the air.
The dancer swayed her hips, her deep, alluring skin incredibly sexy, the copper bells on her feet jingling in rhythm with her movements, like a sound coming from afar.
How surreal! Just three days ago he was at a lavish banquet.
But now, deep in the open forest, he is sitting with a group of strangers, singing and dancing.
Yi Mu sat down next to Zong Ao, took the baked coarse bread from his hand, tore off a piece, and chewed it in small bites.
The surroundings were noisy. Those tribesmen who always rolled their eyes at people during the day were happily dancing around the campfire and chanting ancient songs.
Their faces shone with joy, though it was unclear what they were so happy about.
There was another person next to Yi Mu. He turned his head to look, and his expression suddenly became uncomfortable.
Dora was practically naked; he was only wrapped in a transparent veil, exposing himself completely to everyone's eyes.
Imu simply couldn't understand what he was thinking.
Dora greeted him warmly, then ran into a man's arms.
That man wasn't Nicole, but a man with a muscular physique like a black bear, whose chest hair was even more abundant than the shine of some modern pretty girls.
The two embraced tightly, the man's hands roaming over Dora's body before resting on her shoulder.
Yi Mu frowned. He didn't know the situation, so he couldn't casually comment on Duola.
Perhaps he was forced to do so for survival, or perhaps he was naturally open-minded and fond of universal love.
Just as he was about to look away, the bear-like man suddenly grabbed Dora's shoulder, forcing him to squat down.
As Yi Mu was wondering, he saw Dora somewhat impatiently pull aside the man's covering, pinch the thing in her hand, and slowly lower her head.
Yi Mu was startled and abruptly looked away, only to find that everyone who had been singing and dancing had stopped at some point.
Everyone, men and women, in pairs or in small groups.
They kissed passionately, writhing and moaning on the damp, muddy ground, lost in blissful ecstasy.
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