Traveling through ancient times: Savages are hungry for food

After eating, Sang Tian took out the coat and sweater she wanted to give to Cang from the closet.

Sang Tian held the Black Wolf coat and Blue Otter sweater and handed them to him.

Sang Tian raised her eyes and looked at him with a hint of anticipation: "Cang, before you go to see the snow, change into these two clothes I gave you."

When Cang saw these two pieces of clothing, his heart felt like it was hit by a huge meteorite.

He remembered these two animal skins.

It was the top-quality animal hide that Sang had obtained at the trade fair...

It turned out that it was to make clothes for him...

He stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on the two pieces of clothing for a long time. An indescribable emotion surged in his heart, as if there were thousands of words rolling in his mind, but he didn't know where to start.

He gently picked up the dress and examined it carefully. The dress was soft in texture and finely crafted, with every detail handled just right.

The most important thing is that the dress is surrounded by her love...

It turned out that she had been busy with this these days, no wonder she made excuses not to let him come to see Sang.

It turned out that the unusual behavior that day was to measure his size...

She clearly can't and doesn't like to do needlework, and she is such an independent, brave, determined and upright female.

But for him, she still learned things that she was not good at and did not like.

I was touched, but also felt guilty...

Cang was not willing to let Sang Tian bow down for love, even though that would make him ecstatic.

But he didn't know... Sang Tian, was happy with it...

……

Cang pulled up Sang Tian's hand and looked at it carefully.

Cang's pupils trembled, his heart ached, and his eyes actually began to turn slightly red...

Her fair and delicate fingertips were full of needle holes...

Cang said in a very restrained and trembling voice: "Does it hurt?"

Sang Tian rarely saw Cang like this, and her heart was filled with ripples.

"It doesn't hurt. Just apply the witch's medicine and it will be fine in a day or two.

Cang, don’t worry…”

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Cang took the clothes back to the cave and changed into them. Sang Tian also quickly changed into her Fire Fox cheongsam. She even braided herself into a hairstyle that suited the cheongsam and used bamboo branches as hairpins in her hair.

It has a unique new Chinese flavor.

Not long after... the moment Cang, who had changed his clothes, lifted the curtain of the Sang Gate, his breathing almost stopped...

What catches the eye is a striking bright red cheongsam, as hot as a flame, a flamboyant and eye-catching red, a bright and unrestrained red.

Her figure is tall and slender, adding a touch of nobility to her, like an elegant white swan.

The woman before him had a beautiful face, skin as white as snow, and her fiery red cheongsam only accentuated her rosy complexion. Her eyebrows were long and curved, like two willow leaves; her eyes were bright and clear, like a clear spring, with starlight streaming through them. Her lips were rosy and small, like a crystal-clear cherry.

The most eye-catching thing is that her hair is tied into an exquisite bun with a green bamboo branch inserted in it, forming a strong contrast with the cheongsam.

Full of the charm and allure of oriental women, beautiful beyond compare, breathtakingly beautiful...

Wherever she stood, she was more beautiful than thousands of other scenery...

……

Seeing Cang's stunned expression, Sang Tian laughed in her heart and called him an idiot.

Sang Tian picked up the red scarf draped next to her, moved closer, hugged Cang's neck, and put the scarf around him in a very seductive posture.

Cang felt a little itchy and hot, but most importantly, she was teasing his heartstrings like a kitten.

My heart felt like it was entangled by a rope, I couldn't breathe, and it stopped beating...

Cang raised his starry eyes and looked at her face...

I really want to kiss you...

……

Sang Tian put on the sable cloak to keep warm and block the wind.

Holding his arm, I walked out of the stone mountain...

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