Comic strip: Survival on a deserted island, surrounded by heroines

Yukino jerked her head so hard that the ribbon in her bow flew off.

"Yukino? Your face is so red." Sago, who was standing next to her, also noticed her unusual expression.

"The fire is too hot, I'm going outside for some fresh air."

Yukino's voice was deliberately calm as she turned and walked outside, her back to the stench.

Kasumigaoka Utaha watched her retreating figure, a knowing smile flashing in her red eyes.

"...It's too hot, isn't it?"

She repeated it meaningfully, then looked away and leaned back into the pile of furs. "Okay, since everyone's feeling hot, let's not talk about this anymore."

Izumi Sagiri felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and let out a long breath, her shoulders visibly relaxing.

After Yukinoshita finished massaging Kasumigaoka Utaha's back, she withdrew her hand, stood up, and patted the ash off her clothes.

She walked to the fire, picked up the pot of mushroom and meat soup that had been kept warm, ladled a bowl with a wooden spoon, and handed it to Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Drink some soup to replenish your strength."

When Kasumigaoka Utaha took it, she was clearly taken aback for a moment.

"Madam, aren't you tired? You didn't sleep well last night either."

"And you're sick..."

She held the bowl, her gaze falling on the sliced ​​mushrooms and diced meat floating on the soup.

Lady Yukinoshita sat down opposite her, reaching out to stroke her black hair that fell over her shoulder: "It's alright, I slept well and didn't feel sleepy."

"My head is no longer dizzy, and my body has almost fully recovered."

She had already put it quite tactfully.

In fact, she barely closed her eyes last night.

The evocative echo reverberated in her ears all night long.

She lay in bed with her eyes closed, but couldn't fall asleep. Every now and then, she could hear new noises coming from nearby.

She even clearly remembers that once when she turned over, her gaze inadvertently swept over the overlapping shadows on the cave wall.

She immediately turned over and closed her eyes tightly.

But those images were already imprinted in her mind.

"lady?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice pulled her back from her brief reverie.

Lady Yukinoshita blinked, refocused her gaze, and her face still wore that gentle and polite smile:

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha, holding a bowl, stared directly at her with her red eyes. "Madam doesn't look too well. Is something wrong?"

"You can lie down and rest for a while."

"I'm fine..."

"I was just thinking that the sun is already setting, and I don't know if Aoyama-kun can make it back before dark." Lady Yukinoshita's tone was calm and composed, showing no sign of anything amiss.

Following her words, Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the sky outside the cave entrance.

The light was indeed much softer than at noon, and the shadows cast on the ground were long and faint.

Sawu squatted by the fire and whispered, "I wonder where that stream leads. Will Brother Qingshan be in danger...?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha said with a serious expression, "With his strength, no."

"He's a man who can hunt giant bears and dinosaurs!"

Yes, if it were Aoyama-kun, the dangers of the wilderness wouldn't be a problem, would they?

Chapter 61: Aoyama-kun is a very suitable husband candidate. [Image]

By the time Aoyama returned to the shelter, it was completely dark.

The night was as dark as ink, pressing down heavily and swallowing the entire forest into darkness.

A few long, eerie cries of unknown creatures echoed from afar, reverberating through the silent forest.

After traversing the last gentle slope, Qingshan finally saw the warm yellow firelight emanating from the shelter.

He quickened his pace.

The firelight drew closer, and a faint aroma of mushroom and meat soup wafted through the air, mixed with the smoky fragrance of burning firewood, causing him to unconsciously take a deep breath.

"call--!"

"I'm back."

As soon as Qingshan reached the cave entrance, he heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from inside.

Izumi Sagiri was the first to rush out, her long silver-white hair drawing a smooth arc between the firelight and the night, and her light blue pupils suddenly lit up the moment she saw him.

"Brother Qingshan!!!"

She practically lunged at him, but her feet tripped on the ground at the cave entrance, and she stumbled and fell forward.

"Slow down, don't fall."

Qingshan reacted quickly, reaching out to support her shoulder and steadying her swaying body.

After Saguru steadied herself, she looked up at him, and a thin layer of water glistened in her light blue eyes.

Her voice trembled slightly, carrying a suppressed joy that still betrayed her worry:

"It's already dark... I've been... I've been wondering if something happened to you."

As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes, very lightly, as if afraid he would leave again.

After all, he had never come home this late before.

Aoyama looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her slightly reddened eyes, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up: "It's nothing, it's just that the road was a little longer than expected, and we took a longer route."

Although he was at the peak of the second-stage orphan level,

"It feels nice to have someone home."

Sawu finally felt relieved after confirming that he was indeed standing there unharmed.

She loosened her grip on his clothes and took a half-step back.

As if still worried, she scanned him from head to toe with her gaze.

"Your shoulders are covered in mud?"

"I slipped on the road, but it's okay."

"The sleeve is torn too."

"It was scraped by tree branches."

"There's blood on the knee!!"

"That's the blood of a water snake."

Sage opened her mouth, as if she wanted to continue speaking, but Aoyama gently pressed the top of her head:

"I'm really fine, go inside first, it's cool outside."

"Waaaah!"

Shawu stiffened slightly as he pressed her down, then nodded obediently like a little animal whose fur had been stroked, and stepped aside to make way for the cave entrance.

As for the big dog wagging its dragon tail, Aoyama didn't even glance at it.

Irrelevant.

Aoyama strode into the shelter.

The firelight suddenly rushed towards us, its warm temperature dispelling the chill brought in by the night wind.

He saw Lady Yukinoshita standing by the fire, holding a wooden spoon in her hand.

When her gaze fell upon him, her eyes were filled with obvious worry and a relieved sense of relief.

"Aoyama-kun, you're back."

Her voice was as gentle as ever, but the last syllable rose slightly, with a barely perceptible tremor.

If it weren't for Aoyama-kun, she and her daughter would have been eaten by some wild beasts long ago.

Therefore, his concern for Qingshan comes from the bottom of his heart.

Aoyama nodded: "Yes, I'm back."

Lady Yukinoshita seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

She put the wooden spoon back into the pot and walked to Qingshan.

After carefully examining him and confirming that there were no serious wounds, she said gently, "There's still some broth warming in the pot. Go wash your hands and sit down for a bowl."

"Drink it later."

As Qingshan spoke, he took his backpack off his back and placed it on the stone platform next to him.

He unzipped his backpack and carefully took out a package wrapped in large fern leaves, handing it to Lady Yukinoshita.

"What is this?"

Lady Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then reached out and took it.

The moment she opened the fern leaves, a scent mingled with the aroma of charcoal and the unique sweetness of river seafood wafted out.

Inside, there were a dozen or so mountain crabs, roasted to a bright orange-red color.

The crab shells glistened with an oily sheen in the firelight, the crab legs were slightly curled, and they emitted an enticing aroma.

"Aoyama-kun... this is..."

Lady Yukinoshita's hand stopped.

She looked up at the green hills, and a barely perceptible ripple appeared in her gentle eyes.

As expected, Aoyama-kun is a very suitable candidate for husband.

"A man from the Gu family...?"

Aoyama didn't know what Yukinoshita was thinking, but he felt that eating meat all the time was a bit much and he needed to change things up.

He put his backpack aside and said, "I caught these in the stream on the way. I thought they tasted pretty good, so I caught a lot to bring back for you."

Aoyama spoke casually, but Lady Yukinoshita heard something different.

Aoyama-kun spent the whole day out and about, patrolling, hunting, and exploring unknown territories.

He should have been exhausted when he returned, but on the way back, he was still thinking about whether they would have a good meal.

"...Aoyama-kun."

Lady Yukinoshita spoke, her voice carrying an unusual gentleness.

She temporarily took over Kasumigaoka Utaha's role, holding the bag of mountain crabs, her fingertips slightly tightening.

I looked down at the shiny orange-red crab shells for several seconds before looking up again.

The firelight reflected on her fair face, and her usually gentle and composed eyes now held an indescribable softness, as if filled with something intensely hot.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally earnest.

Aoyama waved his hand dismissively: "A few crabs, no big deal."

He looked at Yukino, who was standing quietly beside him. Yukino was standing by the fire, her hands folded in front of her, her gaze fixed on the mountain crab.

Her expression remained aloof and calm.

But Aoyama noticed that her black pupils trembled slightly in the firelight, as if something was quietly surging beneath the calm surface of a lake.

"Crab?"

She uttered a word softly, then looked up at the green hills.

That glance was very short, almost as short as the blink of an eye.

But in that one glance, Aoyama read something very subtle within it.