120: Chapter 120 What kind of reaction would this kind of woman have in bed?

Zhang Tao swallowed hard, almost choking on his own saliva.

Everyone down below was dead, leaving only six living people on the entire island.

Lin Fan, Zhang Tao, Zhou Kai, Song Ya, Liu Feifei, plus the newly fished-out Su Qingxue—six in total.

Three men and three women.

Zhou Kai had Liu Feifei; that was set in stone.

What about Song Ya? Anyone blind could see what was going on between Song Ya and Lin Fan.

The way Song Ya looked at Lin Fan, she wished she could plaster her whole body onto him.

Furthermore, Lin Fan's attitude toward Song Ya was clearly different from his attitude toward everyone else.

Even though he was fierce and cursed at her, when it was time to cook porridge, he cooked porridge; when it was time to change gauze, he changed gauze. He spent four days and four nights without closing his eyes to physically cool her down. Would Lin Fan ever do something like that for him, Zhang Tao?

He wouldn't even dare to dream of such a dream.

Therefore, Song Ya was Lin Fan's woman; there was no suspense about that.

Then what about Su Qingxue?

Zhang Tao's heartbeat accelerated.

Lin Fan had said he would get one for him, and also said he could play with something exciting.

Exciting.

What was considered exciting?

Would an ordinary female employee count as exciting? No.

He couldn't even fully remember what those people looked like, let alone their names; where would the excitement come from?

Would someone of Liu Feifei's level count as exciting? Yes, but Liu Feifei already belonged to Zhou Kai.

Then who else was left on this island who was even more exciting than Liu Feifei?

There was only Su Qingxue left.

Zhang Tao's breathing frequency soared to an abnormal level.

Brother Fan's definition of exciting couldn't possibly be... letting him have a go at this overbearing female CEO!

When they reached the platform, Lin Fan unloaded Su Qingxue from his shoulder and placed her on the cushioned ground.

Song Ya hurried over and squatted down to check Su Qingxue's condition.

Su Qingxue was still unconscious. She was breathing, shallowly but steadily.

There were a few newly added scrapes on her face, grazed when Xiao Liang threw her to the ground; they weren't deep, and no bone was showing.

"Water." Lin Fan extended his hand.

Song Ya took half a bottle of water from the supplies box and handed it to her. Song Ya unscrewed the cap and carefully dabbed a few drops onto Su Qingxue's lips.

Zhang Tao stood to the side, his eyes fixed on Su Qingxue's face.

She had thinned out, truly thinned out.

Her cheekbones were higher, her cheeks sunken. But that foundation was right there.

Her jawline, bridge of the nose, brow ridge—the proportions of every single part looked like they had been measured with a ruler by the Creator.

No matter how thin she was, she was still a natural beauty, completely out of the same species as those ordinary female employees.

He no longer envied Zhou Kai now.

Su Qingxue had something that Liu Feifei could never compare to.

Temperament.

Liu Feifei's beauty was meticulously crafted, with traces of industrial assembly lines underneath it all.

Su Qingxue was different; that vibe of hers grew from her very bones, carrying the aura of someone in a superior position—a precious elegance nurtured by being held in the palm of someone's hand for over twenty years.

What kind of reaction would a woman like this have in bed?

Zhang Tao felt the blood rush to his head.

His gaze slid down from Su Qingxue's face.

Her neck, collarbones, chest—even though her clothes were dirty and torn, the contours wrapped within them were still there.

Moving further down, her waist, hips, legs...

Fireworks crackled and popped in Zhang Tao's mind.

Song Ya was squatting next to Su Qingxue, using a rag dipped in a little water to wipe the mud and sand off her face.

Su Qingxue hadn't woken up yet, her head tilted to one side, her breathing very light, her chest rising and falling.

Zhang Tao licked his lips; if he waited any longer, he would go crazy.

Zhang Tao edged closer to Lin Fan. "Brother Fan."

"Um... Su Qingxue hasn't woken up yet."

"Mhm."

"She probably won't wake up anytime soon."

"If you have something to say, spit it out."

"Brother Fan, this woman is passed out right now. If I carry her up to the small woods above... while she's still unconscious... and take care of business, how convenient would that be?"

As he spoke, his eyeballs darted around, and his speech grew faster and faster.

"If she were awake, I'd actually be a bit too embarrassed to make a move..."

"Brother Fan, if you just nod, I'll right now—"

Lin Fan stopped the action of drinking water and turned his head to look at Zhang Tao.

Zhang Tao felt a chill run down his spine from that glance, his smile freezing on his face.

"What kind of brain do you have?"

"Huh?"

"I went through so much trouble to get Su Qingxue up from below, trading over forty pounds of pork, just so you could carry her into the small woods to pump her?"

Zhang Tao's smile completely collapsed.

"N—No, Brother Fan, I was just thinking..."

"Thinking my ass."

Lin Fan picked up his knife again. Zhang Tao squatted nearby, his brain spinning in circles, getting more and more confused the more he thought.

Not letting him touch Su Qingxue?

Then who on earth was the one Lin Fan meant when he previously said "I' rather'll get one for you too"?

The group down below had eaten the poisoned pork; by tonight, not a single breathing woman would be left. Once they were all dead, where would he get one?

Zhang Tao wanted to ask, but he was scared by that look just now, opening and closing his mouth twice.

Lin Fan ignored him further, sweeping his gaze around—everyone was there.

"Come over here, I have something to say."

A few of them walked closer.

"Su Qingxue and Song Ya are both my women."

"Don't any of you set your sights on these two women."

Zhou Kai nodded first. "Understood."

He truly understood; even without Lin Fan explaining, he could figure it out.

Why else would Lin Fan trade over forty pounds of meat to bring Su Qingxue back?

Was it for her skin-and-bones weight? Was it for her ability to start a fire and cook?

Su Qingxue's face and background meant she was someone Zhou Kai could never touch in civilized society. On this island, of course, it wasn't his turn either.

Lin Fan was the master of this island; the best things on the island belonged to him by right.

Liu Feifei's movements paused for a moment. She didn't speak, keeping her head down to look at the ground, her facial expression very complicated.

On what grounds?

In terms of looks, who had Liu Feifei ever lost to?

Su Qingxue was pretty, yes, but that was the prettiness of sitting in an office wearing custom suits.

Strip away that layer, thrust her bare face in front of a camera, and Liu Feifei would leave Su Qingxue trailing by more than three streets.

When it came to figure, there was even less need to compare.

The body fat percentage and lines she maintained year-round were forged through untold amounts of money and sweat.

Su Qingxue had thinned out so much now that you could count her ribs one by one.

Yet Lin Fan chose Su Qingxue, and Su Qingxue became the mistress of the house. Did a top-tier starlet like her only deserve to accompany a flunky?

Liu Feifei's teeth ached at the roots. If her stance had been firmer back then—if she hadn't slept with Lin Fan and then run away—would this position have been hers?

A few seconds of silence passed.

Zhang Tao's face had completely collapsed.

At first, he was desperately digesting the information that "Su Qingxue is Lin Fan's woman." By the time he factored Song Ya in as well, his entire expression looked like his backbone had been ripped out.

Both of them belonged to Lin Fan.

Su Qingxue belonged to Lin Fan.

Song Ya belonged to Lin Fan as well.

Then what about him?