Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

Lin Fan stared at her.

The distance is too close.

He was so close that he could see the tiny bead of sweat on the tip of her nose, and the bluish veins throbbing beneath her skin on her neck, which was tense with fear.

She was terrified.

My whole body was trembling, my kneecaps were shaking slightly, and even my breathing was broken.

But she didn't back down.

Offering yourself to him is like a gambler betting everything at a gambling table.

The fire in Lin Fan's heart was completely extinguished by her appearance.

All that's left is frustration.

I'm annoyed that I've been driven to this point by a silly girl.

I hate Liu Feifei's foul mouth, it's like she's stirring up trouble.

"Song Ya," he said, emphasizing each word, "listen carefully."

"You are not useless, not a burden, and certainly not something that anyone can just pass around."

Song Ya's tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on her open clothes.

"Then you want me."

"..."

We've come full circle again.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, his temples throbbing.

Suddenly, Liu Feifei's voice rang out from below:

"Lin Fan~" she drawled, tail held high, "What are you doing up there?"

Lin Fan's face darkened.

really.

That bitch is just trying to cause trouble in his backyard.

Song Ya heard it too, and her body instantly froze.

I said I wasn't afraid, but when someone shouted at me, I panicked.

His pupils dilated, and his fingers instinctively reached for the open collar of his shirt.

Lin Fan glanced down at it.

His shirt was completely unbuttoned, and he wasn't even wearing a bra.

The afterglow shone from the side, outlining the snow-white curve from below her collarbone to her chest too clearly.

Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, and her lips were white from being bitten so hard.

Lin Fan's Adam's apple bobbed.

Fortunately, Xu Zhixia's nosebleed had already stopped, otherwise she would probably have had another nosebleed here.

Lin Fan raised his hand and pulled Song Ya's collar closer together.

His knuckles touched the skin near her collarbone, and the heat made him flinch.

Song Ya suddenly reached out and pressed down on the back of his hand.

"Don't cut it."

Lin Fan looked up at her.

Song Ya's face flushed red, her chin clenched, but she still spoke up: "If you don't agree today, I'll just keep going like this and let them all see."

Lin Fan almost couldn't catch his breath.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Mmm." Song Ya nodded, tears still falling, but her voice was unusually hard. "I'm threatening you. I've gone astray, and you have to take responsibility."

Lin Fan was completely numb.

What kind of logic is this?

Should he be held responsible for his bad behavior?

But these words, coming from Song Ya's mouth, were not at all greasy.

There is only one kind of clumsy courage to go all out.

Lin Fan lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.

"You're taking responsibility even though I didn't do anything? What would happen if I did?"

Song Ya seemed to have had a switch flipped by those words.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and leaned forward.

Lin Fan instinctively turned his head to the side.

But she grabbed his collar with her other hand and pulled him down with all her might.

The two of them instantly closed the distance to an extremely close level.

Before her lips touched mine, she uttered her last words, trembling:

"Lin Fan, don't treat me like a child today."

Lin Fan didn't say anything more.

He lowered his head, and their breaths mingled, hot and humid.

Song Ya's eyelashes trembled, and her whole body shook, but she didn't take a single step back.

Lin Fan made one last mental struggle.

What are the chances of us going back?

Even the rescue signals sent out by someone like Yang Ningcong are useless.

That would most likely mean that this island was Lin Fan's final destination.

Since it's the end point, why bother arguing?

He pinched Song Ya's chin, his thumb brushing against her moist lower lip.

"Don't cry."

Song Ya sniffed, her tears still wet, but she smiled.

Clumsy, nervous, and with a reckless, defiant attitude.

Lin Fan supported her by the back of her neck with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her down.

The moment Song Ya's back touched the grass, a chill ran up her spine, and she instinctively arched her body, shrinking closer to Lin Fan's chest.

The afterglow filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, casting golden light on her bare shoulders and collarbone, the light and shadow flickering with her rapid breathing.

She had her eyes closed.

Her hands first gripped the fabric of his back, then slid down to his shoulders, and finally wrapped around his neck with such force that it was as if she was afraid he would run away.

Every movement was made with an unpredictable yet earnest effort.

Lin Fan, on the contrary, was hampered by this clumsiness.

He slowed down.

It's much slower now.

He brought his lips close to her ear.

"relax."

Song Ya opened her eyes, looking at him through her teary vision.

There was no scheming, no probing in those eyes.

There is only one kind of pure, unreserved delivery.

"Be gentle..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lin Fan placed his palm on her side, the skin beneath his palm was hot and smooth, trembling slightly with her breath.

His thumb traced the curve of his waistline upwards, the pad of his finger gliding over the ribs.

Song Ya shuddered, instinctively clamping her legs together and scratching several red marks on his shoulder with her fingers.

"Um……"

A very short sound escaped from between tightly clenched teeth.

Lin Fan lowered his head, his nose brushing against the side of her neck.

You could smell a faint scent of sweat mixed with the fresh aroma of grass and leaves, and a faint hint of milky fragrance on her body.

His lips landed on the hollow of her collarbone.

Song Ya's breathing instantly became erratic.

She tilted her head back, revealing her slender neck, and let out a muffled whimper.

Immediately, she went limp, all her defenses crumbling from the inside out.

"Lin Fan..."

Her voice trembled when she called his name, and the last syllable trailed off with a sob.

Lin Fan kissed her.

He swallowed that name, which was choked with sobs.

Song Ya ran her fingers through his hair, her nails lightly tracing his scalp.

She tried to respond, but her response was incredibly awkward. She chewed twice and didn't know whether to put her hands in front or behind her.

Finally, she simply gave up thinking, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and hung herself on him.

Lin Fan was about to take the final step...

"Ahhh!!"

Screams came from down the slope.

It is Su Qingxue.

Lin Fan jumped up, all the ambiguity and heat drained away in that instant.

"Lin Fan!! Help!!" A second voice followed immediately from the direction of the beach.

Xu Zhixia.

Her voice was strained to the point of distortion, and besides fear, there was something Lin Fan had never heard from her before: a loss of control.

Will Xu Zhixia lose control?

The woman who could remain calm and do Tai Chi even when her clothes were stripped off was now screaming.

Lin Fan didn't have time to think, he pulled up his pants and haphazardly pressed the buttons on.

"Get dressed! Quickly!"

He glanced back at Song Ya.

Song Ya was still in a daze, lying sprawled on the grass, her shirt wide open, her face showing a mixture of bewilderment and terror at being interrupted.

"Song Ya!"

Lin Fan raised his voice.

Song Ya then came to her senses and hurriedly reached for the scattered clothes beside her...