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

Lin Fan fiddled with the row of metal buckles a couple of times with his fingers.

Seawater salt crystallized, and the soaking caused rust, causing the small iron hooks to clamp together tightly, forming a lump of iron.

The more you try to tighten it, the tighter it gets.

The cold wind caused goosebumps to rise on Song Ya's back.

When Lin Fan's hand touched her skin, she couldn't help but shiver.

"Don't move."

Lin Fan didn't have the patience to unbutton those buttons.

He pulled the tactical straight knife from his back waist with a backhand motion.

"Clang."

The soft sound of a blade being drawn echoed through the cave.

Song Ya was startled, turned around, clutching her chest, her face pale: "What...what are you doing?"

"If you can't untie it, cut it."

Lin Fan didn't give her time to react. He pressed down on her shoulder with his left hand, held the knife in his right hand, and slid the back of the blade precisely into her warm back groove.

The blade faces outwards, and the back of the blade faces inwards.

Startled, Song Ya closed her eyes, jerked forward until her chest was almost pressed against the wall, and let out a short gasp: "Ah!"

"Sizzle..."

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through fabric was extremely crisp.

The underwear was cut in two.

Her wet clothes, now free of restraint, slid down her smooth shoulders and piled up around her waist.

A large expanse of her fair back was completely exposed to the air, and under the orange-red firelight, it made one want to commit a crime.

Meanwhile, in a crevice halfway up the mountain, dozens of eyes were fixed intently on the sky.

These usually impeccably dressed elites in the CBD office buildings of Jiangcheng huddled around Chen Jian's pitiful campfire, like a group of voyeurs.

The silhouettes on the stone wall are incredibly striking.

Due to light refraction and angle issues, Lin Fan's action of drawing his sword appeared completely distorted from below.

They only saw the man's shadow suddenly pull a hard object from his waist.

Immediately afterwards, the woman's shadow lunged forward, adopting a welcoming posture.

The man pressed down on her, his movements rough and decisive.

"Holy crap..."

Wang Qiang's eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbed wildly, and he even forgot about the cold. "That Lin Fan... is he a beast? So wild?"

"I knew Song Ya was a slut! She always dresses very conservatively at work and won't even take a joke from a male colleague, but now, just to get some steam, she'll do anything!"

She looked down at her legs, which were frozen purple, and then at the warm firelight above. What she was thinking was that if she were up there, she would be even wilder.

Old Li from the finance department swallowed hard and rubbed his hands together dryly: "Youth is so great... This fire is warming you up, this beauty is in your arms, this is like surviving on a desert island, we're just waiting to die on a desert island."

Liu Feifei leaned against the outermost edge, her hands tightly gripping her knees, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

I wish she hadn't come down.

……

Inside the cave.

Song Ya had no idea that in the eyes of her colleagues, she had become a promiscuous woman who had no bottom line in order to survive.

She clutched her chest with both hands and frantically grabbed the dry clothes Lin Fan threw at her and put them on.

She wore a beige turtleneck fitted wool sweater with a pair of black high-stretch yoga pants.

Even the lingerie set with the tags still attached, she specifically chose the most conservative, basic style.

The rustling sound of dressing stopped.

Song Ya straightened her slightly messy hair and turned around.

"I've changed."

Lin Fan was adding firewood to the fire when he heard this and looked up.

The moment his eyes met hers, the movement in his hands abruptly stopped.

This woman knows exactly how to seduce men.

She didn't choose that revealing dress, and instead covered herself up completely.

The turtleneck sweater covered her collarbone, and the yoga pants covered her legs completely.

Apart from his face and hands, not an inch of skin was exposed on his entire body.

But it was precisely this extreme feeling of being completely enveloped that caused a huge problem.

Her perfect figure, honed through years of dance practice, was completely exposed by the tight-fitting clothes.

Her amazing fullness was accentuated by the wool sweater, standing tall and firm, rising and falling slightly with her breath.

Her slender waist, which could be encircled by a single hand, slid down her smooth lines and into the rounded, pert shape encased in yoga pants.

Her long, straight legs had not an ounce of excess fat.

She doesn't reveal a single bit of flesh, yet she has etched the words "pure desire" into her very bones.

This is several levels above Liu Feifei's behavior last night, where she stripped naked and tried to force herself on him.

Lin Fan stared at her for a full five seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Cough." Lin Fan looked away, broke off the dry branch in his hand and threw it into the fire pit. "Sit over here and warm yourself by the fire, don't stand in the wind."

Song Ya obediently walked over and sat down half a meter away from Lin Fan.

With the help of the wind, a few harsh curses could be faintly heard coming from a crevice in the rocks in the distance.

"Brother Qiang, could you squeeze out a bit? Half of my body is freezing..."

"Old Li, you go and block the wind..."

Compare the two.

The cave is warm as spring, but the crevices in the rocks are hell on earth.

Song Ya hugged her knees, rested her chin on her arm, and secretly sized up the man beside her.

They found a cave, built a windbreak wall, started a fire, and stockpiled supplies.

Every step he took was terrifyingly precise.

Song Ya isn't stupid.

As she watched the flickering flames, the last vestige of hope in her heart vanished completely.

If there were really a rescue, Lin Fan wouldn't have gone to such lengths to hoard so much firewood.

There's really no going back.

When this thought popped into her head, she didn't experience the expected breakdown; instead, she felt a sense of relief, as if the dust had settled.

Because she was now sitting by the fire, dressed in dry clothes, with the strongest man on the island sitting next to her.

"Lin Fan," Song Ya said softly, her voice gentle amidst the crackling of the firewood.

Lin Fan's tone softened considerably for some reason. "Speak."

"How much longer do you think we'll have to stay here?"

Lin Fan raised his eyelids and glanced at her: "What, still thinking about going back to Jiangcheng to clock in and get your meager internship salary?"

Song Ya shook her head.

The firelight made her innocent face glow red.

"I don't believe them anymore." She stretched out her fair finger and pointed to the dark rain outside the cave. "Helicopters, search and rescue boats, President Su's military satellite phone... I don't believe any of them anymore."

She turned her head and looked into Lin Fan's eyes.

"I only believe in you."

These words were spoken very lightly, yet they carried immense weight.

Lin Fan stopped wielding his knife and looked at Song Ya with great interest.

Those eyes, which used to always look so clear and naive, have lost some of their innocence and gained a sense of resignation.

"At least your brain isn't completely broken."

Lin Fan explained to Song Ya, "The magnetic field here is a dead end. All electronic devices are useless, and satellite positioning is a joke. Those idiots are still waiting for Su Qingxue's rescue to work its magic. They'll wake up to reality after a few of them freeze to death tonight."

Song Ya bit her lower lip, her hands unconsciously twisting together: "Then... what will we do in the future?"

"What should I do?" Lin Fan leaned back, his back pressed against the warm stone wall, his long legs casually stretched out.

His gaze swept over Song Ya from head to toe without restraint.

That extremely aggressive gaze made Song Ya instinctively shrink her shoulders, but she forcefully suppressed the urge to avoid it.

"Of course..."