"I heard everyone has started gathering that plant fiber we found to prepare for weaving?"
Yuan Lang watched the young female attentively weaving, his tone laced with jealousy.
Wu Yue twitched her nose, looking at him with amusement. "That's right. I'm leaving the matter of the looms to you. After this winter passes, maybe everyone will be able to wear clothes."
Seeing the Beastman's sullen expression, she asked in amusement, "You don't seem very happy?"
Yuan Lang scoffed. "How could I be happy? I heard this piece of cloth you're weaving is going to be used to make clothes for the witch."
'He felt a pang in his heart. The young female was so heartless. He had made the loom and extracted the plant fibers himself. Shouldn't the very first article of clothing be for him?'
Wu Yue stopped what she was doing and looked with amusement at the gloomy Beastman Warrior. She took his hand and placed it on the fabric she had already woven. "Here, feel this fabric."
