The two people, like the ancestors of humanity, squatted naked at the edge of the forest, guarding the mound where the three little Serrated Tiger Cubs were watching.
The wind struggled to shake the heavy leaves filled with rainwater, the wilderness was silent, even the normally incessant chirping insects had restrained their arrogance, and the wild beasts were frightened by nature's majesty, either hiding in their nests or lying in the grass, not daring to make a sound.
The vast sky, the cool scenery, the fresh air after the rain, and the prehistoric beast cubs beside them created an exceptionally charming atmosphere, making Chen Zhou want to light a cigarette.
Unfortunately, he didn't have any cigarettes.
"How do you feel? Are you going to catch a cold?"
Chen Zhou hadn't spoken during the rain, and only now did he have the chance to express concern for Paul.
Clap~
Paul patted his own chest, which was covered with thick chest hair.
