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

Just as Lin Fan was pondering

"Boom!"

A pale bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

The thunder was so loud that the entire cave floor shook.

"what!"

A scream rang out.

Song Ya was squatting not far from the cave entrance, sorting out supplies, when she was startled by the sudden loud noise.

She instinctively covered her ears, stepped on a round stone, lost her balance, and fell straight to her side and backward.

Lin Fan reacted quickly, dropping the knife and catching her steadily with his long arm.

Song Ya bumped into Lin Fan's arms.

Lin Fan leaned against the rock wall and let out a muffled groan.

Song Ya's body is extremely flexible.

She was sweating profusely; her white shirt, with two holes in it, was soaked through and clung tightly to her skin.

Lin Fan instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.

Very slender, without an ounce of excess fat.

Through the thin, damp fabric, Lin Fan could clearly feel the temperature and delicate texture of her skin.

Song Ya was still trembling; the thunder she had just witnessed had completely shattered her facade of strength.

She buried her face in Lin Fan's chest, gripping the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, her breathing rapid.

A faint, sweet fragrance wafted into Lin Fan's nostrils.

It wasn't the scent of perfume, but rather the unique body odor of a young girl, a blend of a hint of sweat and rain.

Lin Fan looked down at the person in his arms.

Last night, he slept with Liu Feifei.

Although he was a big star, it was purely a release of desire.

Every movement and every breath Liu Feifei took was purposeful.

She knows how to please men and how to showcase her assets; it's a transaction.

But the Song Ya in front of me is completely different.

She doesn't know how to play along; her current act of throwing herself into his arms is purely an instinctive dependence born of extreme fear.

She regarded Lin Fan as her only safe haven. Lin Fan's gaze followed her slender neck downwards.

The white shirt was completely soaked by the rain, turning into a semi-transparent film.

That breathtaking, full curve pressed against his chest without reservation.

With her rapid breathing, it rose and fell, rubbing against her skin.

It's very soft and very hot.

Lin Fan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. The lust that Liu Feifei had stirred up last night was easily reignited by this frightened little rabbit in this cramped, stuffy cave where there were only two of them.

But he didn't move, he just let her hold him.

A few seconds later, Song Ya slowly regained her senses.

She sensed something was wrong.

The man's muscles were stiff, and... an undeniable heat was clearly transmitted through the soaked fabric.

Her face flushed bright red instantly, and an alluring pink hue spread to her ears and neck.

"I...I'm sorry!" Song Ya tried to back away as if she had been electrocuted, frantically bracing herself against the ground.

But the large hand on her waist showed no sign of letting go.

Lin Fan exerted a little force with his arm and pressed her back down.

This time, the two were even closer together, completely sealed off.

"Why are you moving around?"

"Boom!" Another muffled thunderclap ripped through the night sky.

Song Ya had just managed to prop herself up halfway when she went limp again, closed her eyes tightly, and let out a suppressed sob.

This time, she didn't even have the courage to struggle anymore, burying her face in Lin Fan's neck like an ostrich.

Warm breath brushed against Lin Fan's collarbone, carrying a damp, ticklish feeling.

"Afraid of thunder?" Lin Fan lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe.

"Mmm..." Song Ya's voice was as soft as a whisper, with a strong nasal tone and a hint of shyness.

She didn't dare to look up into Lin Fan's eyes. His usually clear eyes were now filled with tears that had been forced out, making him look extremely pitiful.

Lin Fan's rough fingertips gently caressed the soft flesh on her waist through the soaked fabric.

With every movement, the girl in his arms would tremble uncontrollably.

"I never noticed how delicate you were at the company."

"Lin Fan... let me go first..." Song Ya's voice was trembling, not because of the cold, but because Lin Fan's fingers had already slid up her waistline an inch.

The rough, calloused texture of the skin roamed over her extremely sensitive skin, leaving her mind blank.

"Let go of you, or you'll fall again." Lin Fan not only didn't let go, but hugged her even tighter.

He looked down at the face so close to his, so red it was practically dripping with blood, and his eyes gradually became deep and murky.

On this desolate island devoid of morality and law, he is the only rule.

He could tear away this thin layer of pretense just like he did to Liu Feifei last night.

But suddenly he didn't want to rush things. Compared to brutal plunder, watching this girl, so pure to the core, gradually succumb to fear and shame was more interesting.

Song Ya seemed to notice Lin Fan's gaze. She subconsciously shrank her shoulders and tightly covered her chest with her hands, trying to hide the dazzling white skin.

But at that moment, she suddenly froze.

"Mmm...uh...ah..."

Song Ya's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm... Ah... Lin Fan, I'm so itchy... I want it..." Song Ya looked into Lin Fan's eyes, hesitant to speak.

"Hmm... what do you want?"