Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off - Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: Su Qinglan is Embarassed
A few minutes later, the hide was removed.

Rong Ye stumbled back inside, his hair a mess and his eyes literally brimming with tears.

He looked like a kicked puppy. He didn’t even look at the other husbands; he headed straight for Su Qinglan, throwing himself at her feet and burying his face in her lap to complain.

“Lan Lan! Han Jue is a bully! He’s a monster!” he sobbed, his voice full of grievance. “He didn’t even listen to me! My poor ears… my poor tail!”

Han Jue walked in behind him, looking perfectly calm and refreshed, as if he had just taken a pleasant stroll.

He glanced at Su Qinglan, and for a split second, the two of them shared a knowing look. The fox might have been the “seductive force” last night, but today, the wolf was the king of the house.

Rong Ye was never one to suffer in silence. He didn’t just complain; he created a full theatrical production. He started wailing as if he were at death’s door, and before anyone could stop him, he hiked up his hide to show his backside.

“Look, Lan Lan! Look at what this brute did to your poor, innocent husband!” he cried out.

Su Qinglan gasped, her eyes widening in genuine shock. There, on Rong Ye’s usually pale skin, were two bright, angry red footprints that practically glowed.

It looked scorching even to the touch. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her; she had wanted him to learn a lesson, but she hadn’t expected Han Jue to actually turn his behind into a “monkey butt,” as the fox was now calling it.

“Oh, Rong Ye… stay still,” she whispered softly.

She leaned down and gently blew on the stinging skin, the cool air making the fox shiver with a mix of relief and dramatic “pain.”

She placed her small, warm palms over the marks, and a soft, green healing glow began to emanate from her hands. As her spiritual energy flowed into him, the redness began to fade, and the heat vanished.

“Now, will you promise not to be so mischievous and rough next time?” she asked, her voice tender and maternal.

Rong Ye buried his face in the furs, but he wasn’t as miserable as he sounded. While Su Qinglan was focused on healing him, he tilted his head just enough to catch Han Jue’s eye.

He let out a smug, silent snicker and stuck his tongue out, making a mocking face at the wolf.

“Ah… Lan Lan, be gentle… it still hurts so much,” he groaned coyly, wiggling his tail for extra sympathy. “My tender, bright skin has been ruined by this ruthless, jealous wolf! He’s just mad because I’m your favorite!”

Han Jue, standing by the pillar, felt his temple throb. His hands clenched into fists, and he gave Rong Ye a deathly glare that would have withered a weaker beastman.

If Su Qinglan weren’t right there, he would have dragged the fox out for “Round Two” in a heartbeat.

“You’re lucky she’s kind-hearted, you slippery-mouth fox,” Han Jue gritted out, his voice low and dangerous.

Hu Yan, who had been watching the entire circus from the corner, finally couldn’t hold it in. He let out a loud snicker, shaking his head at the two of them.

“If you two are done with your play-acting, I have fish to stew,” Hu Yan said, picking up the large fish he had brought.

“Rong Ye, if you can wiggle your tail that much, you can definitely help me chop the ginger once Lan Lan finishes ‘saving’ you.”

Rong Ye immediately stiffened, acting like he had lost all strength in his arms. “Ginger? I think I have a faintness in my head, Lan Lan… I need more healing…”

Su Qinglan laughed, finally seeing through his antics, and gave his now-healed backside a tiny, playful swat. “Enough! Go help Hu Yan. I want my fish stew!”

Before Rong Ye could be shooed away toward the ginger roots, he suddenly stiffened, his eyes snapping wide as a realization hit him.

He scrambled up from his kneeling position, though he kept his expression heart-wrenchingly pitiful.

“Wait! Lan Lan, wait!” he cried out, grabbing her sleeve. “I still haven’t seen my totem on you! Last night… we fell asleep.”

Su Qinglan blinked, her laughter dying down as she realized he was right.

She remembered the sheer intensity of the previous night…the chaos of the Fox’s “seduction” and realized that in all the commotion, she hadn’t looked for the mark of their mating.

“I… I don’t know where it is,” she admitted, her voice small as she glanced down at her own arms and then twisted slightly to check her reflection in a nearby water basin.

“I checked my hands and my shoulders earlier… I didn’t see anything.”

Rong Ye’s face fell into a pout of pure tragedy.

“What? Did I not work hard enough? Am I not worthy?”

Then, in a fit of typical fox-like impulsiveness, he didn’t care that Han Jue was looming like a dark cloud or that Hu Yan was standing right there with a stone dagger.

Without a shred of shame, Rong Ye gripped the edge of his waist-hide and dropped it.

“Rong Ye! You shameless…!” Han Jue’s roar was cut short.

Su Qinglan gasped, instinctively trying to look away, but because she was sitting and he was standing right over her, her field of vision was momentarily filled with the pale, firm skin of his lower abdomen. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat.

“What in the…?” she whispered.

There, just two inches above the root of his length, was her totem. But it wasn’t the simple, elegant fox mark she had expected.

The small, crimson fox was there, yes, but it was draped in an intricate, provocative pose…limbs relaxed and tail curled in a way that screamed “seductress.”

Even more shocking were the glowing vines; unlike the neat, orderly vines on Han Jue’s chest, these emerald-green tendrils had extended downward, wrapping around him in a way that looked incredibly suggestive.

It was a totem of pure, unadulterated desire.

Su Qinglan felt a heat rush to her cheeks so intense she thought she might actually combust. Is that… me? she thought, horrified.

They say a totem reflects the hidden nature of the female’s spirit during the union. When did I become so… shameless?

“Look at that,” Hu Yan muttered, his voice a mix of awe and annoyance as he stepped closer to inspect. “Lan Lan totem is so beautiful.”

Han Jue’s face went from angry red to a dangerous, stony gray. His fists shook at his sides. The jealousy he felt wasn’t just about the mark; it was about the location.

The totem looked like it was claiming Rong Ye’s most private parts as its playground. He felt an overwhelming urge to drag the fox back outside and beat the smugness right out of him.

Rong Ye, however, was too busy frantically checking Su Qinglan to notice the death stares. He began circling her like a dizzy fox, lifting her sleeves, checking her ankles, and even trying to peek at the back of her neck.

“Where is mine?” he whined, his voice rising in panic. “If mine is there on me, then where is my mark on you, Lan Lan? It’s not on your legs… it’s not on your stomach… I don’t see it anywhere!”

He looked like he was about to burst into tears again, this time for real. “Don’t tell me the beast god forgot to give me a mark! Lan Lan, check your back! Check everywhere!”