Society Being Generated…

Ruan Mobei was busy tidying up and didn’t notice He Songming trying to make a sound, missing the rare opportunity to teach him how to speak.

He took out the two blankets, spreading them on the ground in the cave. At night, he could use half of them under him, as both a blanket and a sheet, to keep warm without worrying about getting cold.

“Let’s go to the water,” Ruan Mobei said as he stood up, signaling for He Songming to help carry the metal box.

He Songming got up, and as he moved, a part of him that was completely unrestrained swayed freely.

Ruan Mobei…

Without a word, Ruan Mobei grabbed a shirt from the vacuum bag and wrapped it around He Songming’s waist, tying a knot with the sleeves at his back.

He Songming, holding the metal box with one hand, tugged at the makeshift cloth, seeming uncomfortable. But Ruan Mobei had already started walking, and He Songming, unable to untie it, had no choice but to follow him.

The two of them reached the water’s edge, setting the metal box down. Ruan Mobei patted the riverbank, signaling for He Songming to sit down.

He Songming sat by the bank, his legs dangling into the water. A translucent fish swam between his fingers. He raised his foot and kicked, sending water splashing.

Playfulness was a human instinct, and He Songming seemed to find some joy in this, starting to splash the water carelessly.

Ruan Mobei took out the dagger from his waist pouch, grabbed the tangled mess of hair draped over He Songming’s shoulder, and said, “This might hurt a bit, so don’t move.”

He Songming, too busy having fun, didn’t pay attention to him.

Seizing the opportunity, Ruan Mobei made the first cut, pulling the hair taut and cutting about three to four centimeters from the scalp, leaving some room for adjustments so that He Songming’s haircut wouldn’t look too rough.

Locks of long hair fell to the ground around their feet. Ruan Mobei carefully cleaned up around He Songming’s temples, taking a look at the overall result. It looked good enough.

Nice work, he thought to himself, then went to work on He Songming’s beard.

The beard was trickier than the hair. Ruan Mobei first trimmed it down to a manageable length, then used water to dampen He Songming’s chin and lips, holding his face still as he carefully shaved off the fine stubble.

The sharp edge of the blade made He Songming instinctively sense danger, and he instinctively recoiled, making it hard for him to cooperate.

“Alright, alright, I’ll be quick…” Ruan Mobei tried to reassure him. At first, he spoke kindly, but after a while, he grew frustrated and simply withdrew the blade, rubbing his palm over He Songming’s chin and admiring his work. “There, much better.”

He Songming had always been good-looking. Back in middle and high school, there were enough admirers from the east to the west of the city. As he grew into adulthood, his features became more defined, and his posture more imposing, making him even more captivating.

Ruan Mobei had known him for nearly twenty years, and logically speaking, one would eventually get used to staring at someone so handsome. Yet, there were still moments when he felt taken aback by how good-looking He Songming was.

To exaggerate a bit, He Songming’s face seemed to meet every ideal standard Ruan Mobei had for handsome men, as if… He Songming had been designed according to his tastes.

It was a strange thought, right? But Ruan Mobei really had thought about it.

He Songming lay on the bank, staring at his reflection in the water. He curiously watched for a while before stretching out his hand. The moment his fingertips touched the surface, ripples spread out, blurring his face.

Ruan Mobei squatted beside him, splashing water on his arms. He didn’t know what he had rubbed against on the way, but his skin felt itchy, and he hoped it wouldn’t cause an allergy.

The cool water helped relieve the itch on his arm.

“Take a bath, then put on your clothes. The size should be just right for you,” Ruan Mobei said, pulling a vacuum bag from the metal box.

When he turned around, he saw that He Songming had somehow grabbed his dagger and was now standing with one arm raised, trying to mimic the way Ruan Mobei had shaved his beard, but now he was attempting to shave his armpit hair.

Ruan Mobei…

He stood silently, watching He Songming focus on his armpit, almost like a little monkey. He Songming was an incredibly fast learner, which should have been a good thing, but Ruan Mobei didn’t feel happy about it at all.

He gently pressed his aching forehead, and without hesitation, took the knife from He Songming’s hand. “You don’t need to shave there.”

He Songming frowned in confusion, pointing at his own freshly trimmed hair and beard, then at his armpit. He then changed directions, pointing at the area covered by his waistband.

Here, and there, there’s hair too.

Ruan Mobei: “…”

He put the knife back in his waist pouch, deciding not to let He Songming have it again for now.

“Come on, take a bath first,” Ruan Mobei said, gently tugging on He Songming’s arm, signaling for him to step into the water. He Songming followed the pull, standing on the riverbed and looking up at Ruan Mobei, trying to pull him into the water too.

“I’m not getting in,” Ruan Mobei replied, but He Songming’s strength was so overwhelming that he couldn’t resist. Fearing that if he kept refusing, he might be dragged in again, just like the previous day, Ruan Mobei hurriedly agreed.

The water came up to his waist, and his clothes were bound to get wet, unless he took everything off.

But he couldn’t go without clothes. He could just about tolerate He Songming walking around naked in front of him, but that didn’t mean he could casually run around naked himself. Ruan Mobei took off his shoes and socks, leaving only his pants on, and stepped barefoot into the stream.

He splashed water on He Songming’s back, grabbing one of his shoulders and rubbing his thumb across his skin. The grayish dirt gradually surfaced and was washed away.

Ruan Mobei scrubbed every part of He Songming’s body, except the sensitive areas, until he was exhausted, his wrist almost too sore to lift. He straightened up and was pleased to see He Songming had become noticeably cleaner.

He Songming seemed to enjoy the cleaning. When Ruan Mobei stopped, he took Ruan Mobei’s hand and placed it on his chest, silently asking him to continue.

“You can do it yourself. I’m exhausted,” Ruan Mobei replied, withdrawing his hand. He hurriedly cleaned himself too. As he bent down to wash between his toes, he felt hands on his waist.

The hands were large, with a heat almost like fire, directly touching his sensitive side, making Ruan Mobei shiver.

It was itchy. He slapped He Songming’s hands away, turned around, and couldn’t help but laugh as he scolded, “What are you doing!”

He Songming stretched out his thumb, making a rubbing motion.

“I don’t need you to scrub me. I’m way cleaner than you,” Ruan Mobei said, briefly cleaning himself before climbing onto the bank. He used his discarded shirt to dry himself off, pulling out a set of new clothes from the vacuum bag to change into.

“Come on, get out of the water,” he said, pulling He Songming up. He wiped He Songming’s body dry, then unwrapped the now-soaked waistband, controlling his gaze to avoid areas he didn’t want to look at.

He took out the clothes he had prepared for He Songming and said, “Put them on.”

Of course, He Songming didn’t know how to dress himself, so Ruan Mobei unbuttoned the shirt and guided He Songming’s arms into the sleeves.

Standing in front of He Songming, Ruan Mobei pulled the remaining sleeve over him, leaning in closely, wrapping his arms around He Songming’s body.

He Songming lowered his head, staring at Ruan Mobei’s collarbone, suddenly spreading his arms wide and hugging him.

Ruan Mobei: …?

He Songming’s strength was immense, and Ruan Mobei was almost lifted off the ground, losing his breath. Ruan Mobei couldn’t figure out how He Songming had learned to “hug” from his behavior. He hadn’t done anything to warrant that action.

He patted He Songming’s back awkwardly, then lowered his head, carefully buttoning his shirt while He Songming watched his fingers work, not blinking.

Once the shirt was on, Ruan Mobei moved on to the pants, squatting down to help He Songming put each leg in. The process was a bit difficult, but the result was worth it—He Songming was dressed in the shirt and pants. While he was still essentially naked, it was better than running around freely.

Finally, he looked like a human again. Ruan Mobei gave He Songming a satisfied once-over.

However, He Songming didn’t seem very comfortable. He was used to being free, and suddenly being dressed made him feel constrained. He kept trying to remove his shirt, but the buttons were an obstacle he couldn’t overcome, so He Songming decided to focus on his pants instead.

While Ruan Mobei was washing the clothes he had taken off, he heard rustling behind him. He turned around and saw that He Songming had already taken off his pants, with black sweatpants sagging around his ankles, exposing his bare legs.

Ruan Mobei: “…”

He sighed, put down the clothes he was washing, and pulled He Songming’s pants back up.

Ruan Mobei turned away, pretending to continue washing clothes, but a few seconds later, he quickly spun around.

Sure enough, He Songming had both hands on his waistband, trying to slip his pants off while Ruan Mobei wasn’t paying attention.

“Put your clothes back on,” Ruan Mobei frowned, crossing his arms in a firm “no” gesture, silently conveying that He Songming couldn’t do that.

He Songming didn’t understand the words but understood Ruan Mobei’s expression. He dropped his hands and copied Ruan Mobei, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Right, that’s what ‘no’ means.”

No…?

He Songming looked at his own hands, thoughtfully pausing for a moment before reluctantly staying still.

Ruan Mobei sighed in relief, finishing up the laundry and wringing out the water, stuffing it into a bag. He lifted the nearby metal box, tilted it into the stream, and let water rush into it.

Having to run to the creek every time to get water was quite inconvenient. Using the box as a water container would make things much easier and prevent them from drinking too little out of laziness.

The box became heavier as it filled with water, and Ruan Mobei struggled to lift it. He sat down to rest for a moment. The midday sun had shifted from directly overhead to the west, and they still needed to hunt again and return before nightfall.

“Help me out,” Ruan Mobei said.

He Songming had already learned to understand Ruan Mobei’s intentions whenever help was needed. He lifted one side of the water-filled box, and together they made their way back.