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

Song Ya knew that she had completely aroused Lin Fan's hormones tonight.

Any man would have lost control after what I just did.

If Lin Fan wanted her now, she would give it to him without hesitation.

It wasn't just to repay a debt of gratitude, but also to completely bind herself to the only man who could save her life on this desolate, cannibalistic island.

"Just getting by." As Lin Fan uttered these words, a sense of loss inexplicably welled up in Song Ya's heart.

Am I really not as good as a big star like Liu Feifei?

So much happened tonight, yet she didn't feel the slightest bit agitated.

Lin Fan's next words pulled Song Ya back from her reverie: "This island has plenty of food and drink, mountains and water. Let's just close the door and live like cavemen."

"You...you must be joking."

"Who's joking with you?" Lin Fan smiled and then moved a little closer.

"Take advantage of your youth and good stamina, have a few more children. With a figure like yours, it would be a waste not to have ten or eight."

"When our children grow up, maybe in a few decades, the magnetic field will return to normal, and ships from outside will be able to sail in."

"Upon closer inspection, I was astonished to find that the entire island was inhabited by my descendants, Lin Fan."

"At that time, I will be the head of the household and the head of this island."

This passage is vulgar, blunt, and even has a touch of banditry.

If it were anyone else, or if it were a civilized society before yesterday, Song Ya would definitely have thrown a cup of boiling water at him and cursed him as a filthy scoundrel.

But here, on this deserted island where the wind blows in from all sides, the outside temperature is near freezing, and people could die at any moment.

These words, however, became a different kind of promise, carrying immense weight.

At least, he included her in his future plans.

In this desperate situation devoid of law and morality, the protection of a strong person is more real than any vow of eternal love.

Song Ya lowered her head, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness she herself didn't realize: "Ten or eight... do you think I'm a sow...?"

There was no refusal.

There was no resistance.

It even carried a hint of reluctant acceptance.

Lin Fan laughed, a wild and unrestrained laugh.

He understood that this innocent and naive young woman, who had originally been pure and innocent in the workplace, had been completely uprooted by him and firmly planted in his own territory, bearing his exclusive mark.

He withdrew his hand and pointed to the pile of supplies next to him, which looked like a small mountain.

"Even a sow couldn't pull off this deadly look. Go get those bottles of water and boil some hot water. You still have a long night ahead, save your energy."

Song Ya obediently did as instructed, and a row of golden numbers began to refresh on Lin Fan's retina.

[Warning: The main body of a super convective cloud cluster is approaching.]

Current wind force: Level 5, continuing to rise.

[Ambient temperature: 3.5°C (expected to drop below 0°C within 30 minutes).]

[Note: The current weather pattern is only that of a cold front; the main cyclone will move into the island in half an hour.]

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.

That's just the appetizer; the real main course is yet to come.

Lin Fan took the gift from Song Ya and said, "There'll be a free show to watch later, so don't blink."

Song Ya was stunned for a moment, then followed Lin Fan's gaze to look outside the cave.

There was nothing but rolling black clouds and howling winds that could blow people away.

But she obediently didn't ask any more questions, and simply moved her body closer to the fire.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The wind direction has changed.

If the wind was howling before, now it's howling like ghosts.

The gale, mixed with hail-like water droplets, swept across the entire island with devastating force.

The situation in the rock crevices halfway up the mountain was far worse than in the caves.

The fire that Chen Jian started became the only straw that kept dozens of people alive.

However, the spatial structure of the rock fissures is too poor; the semi-open fissures, which are more than ten meters long, cannot effectively concentrate heat.

The wind howled outside the rock crevices, whipping up icy seawater and raindrops, turning them into a fine mist that seeped into every crevice.

Su Qingxue sat in the center of the fire, wearing a half-dry jacket that Wang Lan had handed her.

She hugged herself tightly, her face as pale as paper. Even though she had spent 30 million to buy the right to use the fire, she still felt cold, a cold that penetrated to her very bones.

Wang Qiang had already squeezed his way from the outer edge to almost the center of the fire. "Damn it, Chen Jian, can't you add more firewood?!" Wang Qiang's teeth chattered from the cold as he yelled at Chen Jian, "The fire's so small, it's useless!"

Chen Jian sat behind the windbreak wall, slowly poking at the embers with a wooden stick. He didn't even glance at Wang Qiang.

"That's all the firewood we have," Chen Jian said calmly. "Once it's burned out, we'll all just wait to die. If you're cold, go out and gather some yourself."

Wang Qiang rolled his eyes, choked, and turned to look at the rain outside, shrinking his neck.

Go out? Going out in this weather is suicide.

Time passed second by second.

After half an hour.

The wind direction has changed.

The sea breeze, which had been blowing from the side, suddenly changed direction and rushed straight into the entrance of the crevice in the rock.

The wind suddenly picked up in just a few minutes, producing a sharp, piercing whistle.

"Crack!"

The makeshift windbreak wall that Chen Jianlei had erected in front of the campfire was ripped off by a gust of wind. Several stones rolled down and smashed onto the fire, extinguishing half of the flames.

The remaining flames flickered wildly in the gale, pressed almost to the ground, and could go out at any moment.

Temperatures plummeted.

Zero degrees.

Even lower.

The sound of raindrops hitting the rocks changed. It was no longer a dull thud, but a crisp, clear tapping sound.

"It's hailing!" someone exclaimed.

Ice pellets the size of soybeans, mixed in with the torrential rain and whipped by the gale-force winds, were swept into the rock crevices like shotgun pellets. Several people on the outer perimeter were pelted and scrambled for cover, desperately trying to squeeze their way in.

"Don't push! You're stepping on me!"

"Move over, it's too windy!"

The crowd was in chaos, and the heat of the bonfire was completely blown away by the strong wind. That meager amount of heat was utterly insignificant in the face of the sub-zero temperatures.

Old Zhao huddled in the corner, trembling like a sieve.

He's in his forties and his health has never been good; now he feels like his heart is pounding.

He looked up, peering through the rain towards the upper diagonal.

The entrance to the cave was mostly blocked by rocks, leaving only a narrow gap.

But from that very crack, a steady and bright orange-red flame shone through.

There was no swaying or flickering, which indicates that the windproof effect inside was excellent, and the temperature was definitely several orders of magnitude higher than below.

Old Zhao swallowed hard, then, supporting himself against the slippery stone wall, he stood up unsteadily.

"Old Zhao, where are you going?" Sister Liu from the administration department grabbed his trouser leg.

Her lips were so cold they turned purple, and she could barely speak.

"Let's go up." Old Zhao pointed to the cave above, his voice hoarse. "If we stay here any longer, I'll really have to die. My heart can't take it."