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But she was disappointed.
Lin Fan simply watched it all coldly, the corner of his mouth even curled into an amused, cold smile.
Playing the saint? Showing pity for a pretty girl?
Those were games people only played in civilized society when they were full and comfortable.
Here, he was the one on top.
Watching these women who had once been untouchable tear at each other and belittle each other to fight over a little of his favor, that pleasure of completely shattering the old class order was more addictive than any drug.
Lin Fan didn’t speak, which was as good as approving Liu Feifei’s dismissal of her.
Song Ya was completely hopeless.
She bit her lip, forcibly swallowing her sobs back down. She knew that if she shamelessly stayed any longer, Lin Fan might really kick her off the cliff.
She could only find an excuse. “The firewood is almost out. I… I’ll go gather firewood…”
Song Ya lowered her head in humiliation, pulled her thin shirt tight around herself, and walked unsteadily toward the outside of the cave.
When the biting sea wind, mixed with icy dampness, struck her face, Song Ya shivered violently.
She looked back at the bright, warm fire deep in the cave, and tears burst out again.
But she could only grit her teeth and grope in the dark rock pile for dry branches.
Liu Feifei, having cleared Song Ya out of the way, turned around and immediately put on an extremely fawning, coquettish smile, pressing herself back against Lin Fan.
“Brother Lin Fan… ignore that ignorant bitch. She has no idea how to make you comfortable…”
Liu Feifei’s voice was so sweet it could melt bones.
She skillfully straddled Lin Fan’s lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her chest tightly against his.
“On set, I learned a few tricks from the veteran seniors… Today, I’ll use them all on you, all right?”
Liu Feifei breathed warmly into Lin Fan’s ear, then suddenly lowered her head and kissed his lips wildly.
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He reached out abruptly, grabbed Liu Feifei’s slender waist, and held her firmly in his arms.
“Ah…” Liu Feifei let out a cry that was half pain, half pleasure.
On this isolated island, all moral shackles were completely shattered.
Lin Fan closed his eyes and fully enjoyed this nation’s first love’s frantic flattery.
Liu Feifei was truly fighting for her survival with everything she had.
She abandoned all shame and used every trick she had, techniques she wouldn’t even have dared to imagine in civilized society, now displayed without reservation.
The temperature inside the cave rose sharply.
In the firelight, two intertwined shadows swayed wildly on the rock wall.
Lin Fan’s breathing grew heavier and heavier.
He looked at this stunning actress he had once only been able to admire on posters, now flushed all over, even making sounds.
An unprecedented sense of conquest instantly filled every inch of Lin Fan’s body.
This was power!
This was strength!
No matter how many billions you were worth, no matter how big a star you were in domestic entertainment, on this island, without his permission, you didn’t even have the right to drink a sip of water!
“…Lin Fan… I’m yours… I’m all yours…”
Liu Feifei’s nails dug into Lin Fan’s back, her voice completely hoarse, but she still catered to him with all her effort.
She knew that the more she acted like a wanton woman, the more excited Lin Fan would be, and the more resources she would obtain.
A full hour or more passed.
Liu Feifei collapsed limply in Lin Fan’s arms, drenched in sweat, without even the strength to move a finger.
But a victorious smile hung on the corner of her mouth, because she knew she wouldn’t have to suffer cold and hunger tonight.
When they went back tomorrow, no one would remember this scene. In a few years, no one would remember the name Lin Fan either.
Lin Fan turned around, picked a small piece of greasy, already-cold luncheon meat scrap from the tin beside him, and casually tossed it in front of Liu Feifei.
“Your reward.”
If it had been yesterday, Liu Feifei wouldn’t even have glanced at this kind of junk food. She would have found it disgusting.
“Thank you… thank you, master…”
Lin Fan sneered and was just about to sit back down by the fire to rest.
Just then, from outside the cave entrance, came a series of extremely heavy footsteps, accompanied by violent panting.
Lin Fan glanced at the time. It had already been an hour. Song Ya couldn’t have frozen to death, could she?
“Song Ya!”
But what answered him was not Song Ya’s aggrieved, timid voice.
It was a hoarse, trembling woman’s voice, still trying to maintain its last shred of pride.
“Lin… Lin Fan…”
Lin Fan looked by the firelight and saw, at the cave entrance, an extremely disheveled figure holding onto the rock wall, swaying as she stood.
The pure white one-piece swimsuit she wore had long since been stained gray-black by mud and black smoke, and her long hair, once coiled impeccably, now fell over her shoulders like a bird’s nest.
Her face was covered in black ash from the poisonous smoke, her lips cracked and bleeding, her eyes bloodshot.
But even in such a disheveled state, that breathtaking hourglass figure, and that cold aura of someone long accustomed to being in charge, carved into her bones, still made her identity recognizable at a glance.
Su Qingxue, CEO of Sheng Tang Group, the billionaire capital queen.
She had ultimately been unable to endure the hellish poison-gas roasting and extreme cold交迫 on the beach below.
She had set aside all her dignity, set aside the bearing of a billionaire CEO, and climbed up this rocky slope, one step deep, one step shallow.
Su Qingxue gripped the rock wall tightly, her gaze passing over Lin Fan to see the half-box of leftover luncheon meat by the fire, and Liu Feifei, naked, lying on the ground.
Her pupils shrank sharply, and her body trembled violently.
Lin Fan looked down at this CEO who had once been someone he didn’t even have the right to look directly at, the corner of his mouth slowly curling into a cruel, mocking arc.
“Well, well, isn’t this Ms. Su?”
Lin Fan pulled out the tactical straight knife stuck beside him and played with it in his hand, the blade reflecting the firelight, stinging Su Qingxue’s eyes.
“What’s this? Didn’t enjoy the luxury poison-gas bonfire party down below, so you came up to my poor loser’s doghouse to inspect my work?”