133: Chapter 133 Are you going to go or not?

But he didn't turn around, standing in the shadows at the entrance of the Karst Cave, with his back to Su Qingxue, leaning his shovel against the ground beside his feet.

"Turn around."

Lin Fan tilted his head slightly, showing a profile of his face.

Su Qingxue didn't speak again.

She stood up.

Her hands reached to the collar of her shirt, and from top to bottom, she unbuttoned it one by one.

The first one.

The second one.

The third one.

Her fingers were trembling, but her speed didn't slow down.

The remaining buttons were tighter than the ones above. Having been worn for days, the shirt's buttonholes were stuck with sweat stains, and she had to use some force to pry them open.

The shirt slid off her shoulders, swung twice in the crook of her elbow, and dropped to the ground.

Then came the ones underneath.

She didn't hesitate, her movements so continuous that there was no gap left.

When everything fell to her feet, Su Qingxue stood there.

The sea breeze poured in from the entrance of the Karst Cave, sweeping across her skin and raising a dense layer of goosebumps.

She didn't cross her arms over her chest, nor did she cover herself.

Her two arms hung at her sides, her fingers curled slightly, and her nails dug into her palms.

Her chin was still lifted.

Even stripped bare, Su Qingxue was unwilling to lower her head.

This was her final shell.

Shedding the shell was easy; lowering her head meant truly having nothing left.

Lin Fan turned around.

His gaze moved down from Su Qingxue's face, neither fast nor slow.

This was the first time he had looked at Su Qingxue as a complete person.

Back at the company, when Su Qingxue walked over from the other end of the corridor in her trench coat, high heels, and professional skirt, that outfit wasn't for looks; it was armor.

Now, the armor was completely removed.

How should he put it?

Su Qingxue's foundation was too good.

That kind of goodness wasn't piled up by cosmetics, nor was it worked out in the gym.

It was given by her genes.

The curve of her collarbone was thin and distinct, her shoulder line was narrow, but the lines of her shoulder blades were very sharp.

Her waist drew in tightly—not the kind of depression caused by starvation, but the way her skeleton was naturally built.

The curve of her chest was not exaggerated, but its shape was faultless—the kind of firmness that had never been bullied by gravity.

Her abdomen was flat, faintly showing two vertical lines—not abdominal muscles, but the muscle texture showing through because her skin was naturally thin.

Moving down from her hip bones, her legs were very long, her kneecaps weren't abrupt, and the lines of her calves tapered down to her ankles, which were thin enough to be circled by a single hand.

Having been starved for so many days, the flesh on her body had indeed decreased by a circle.

But precisely because she had thinned, the bone structure previously hidden by her professional attire was completely exposed.

The arc of her ribs, the sharp angles of her hip bones, and the ravines on both sides of her spine—these things couldn't be seen inside clothes. Only when stripped off did one realize how clean this woman's body was.

No tattoos, no scars, not even a single redundant mole.

Her skin, carefully maintained for twenty-six years, still retained a white undertone even after being battered on the Deserted Island these past few days.

That whiteness was uneven; her neck and arms had been tanned, showing a color difference, but the places covered by her clothes were so white they reflected light.

Sunlight struck her body, alternating between light and shadow.

Lin Fan's Adam's apple moved slightly.

The action of swallowing saliva.

It wasn't hidden.

Nor did he intend to hide it.

Su Qingxue saw it. The corner of her eye captured Lin Fan's swallowing action, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

It was a smile, the kind that carried sarcasm.

"What, didn't President Lin say it was a matter of mutual willingness?"

Her voice was terribly hoarse. "Now that you're willing, and I'm willing too, why aren't you moving?"

Her gaze swept downwards.

With just that glance, it lightly fell on the area below Lin Fan's belt, and then lifted back up.

"Didn't you say you don't like mournful faces? I'm not wearing a mournful face right now."

The corners of Su Qingxue's mouth curled up another half-degree.

"Your 3,500-yuan-a-month body is quite honest with its reaction."

Lin Fan lowered his head and took a look at himself.

Well, it couldn't be hidden anymore.

The fabric of his pants wasn't thick; why was that thing so unpromising?

Before Su Qingxue took off her clothes, that place was still flat; now it wasn't flat anymore.

"President Su has quite the observational skills." Lin Fan's thick-skinned nature was vividly embodied at this moment. He even lowered his head and scrutinized it for two seconds. "Physiological reaction, normal. It proves that I am a healthy adult male."

The corners of Su Qingxue's mouth twitched.

"A healthy adult male... the three-thousand-five-a-month kind."

"An adult male making three thousand five a month and an adult male worth thirty billion have no difference in this aspect."

Lin Fan raised his head to look at her. "The structures are all the same. If President Su doesn't believe me, I'll draw a diagram for you later."

Su Qingxue didn't pick up on that remark.

She stood there. When the wind blew over, another layer of goosebumps rose on her body, but her posture didn't change, and her hands didn't lift.

"So..." Su Qingxue looked at him. "Are you going to do it, or not?"

Coming from the mouth of the female president of the Shengtang Group, that sense of incongruity was more outrageous than anything else on this Deserted Island.

Lin Fan laughed.

This time, his laugh lasted a bit longer than the last.

Then he walked over.

When Lin Fan walked over, Su Qingxue didn't step back.

She stood there with her chin lifted, her eye sockets red, but her pupils didn't dodge, and there was nothing left on her body.

Lin Fan reached out his hand.

Not to touch her, but making a gesture to embrace her.

Su Qingxue turned her body slightly and avoided it.

"I can walk by myself."

Lin Fan's hand paused in mid-air, glanced at her, and pulled it back.

Su Qingxue bent down to pick up the shirt on the ground, didn't put it on, and draped it over her arm.

Then she turned around, barefoot, and walked toward the compartment deep inside the Karst Cave.

Her bare feet stepped on the rough rock surface, hurting the soles of her feet, but her steps didn't mess up.

Her waist was straight, and the sharp angles of her shoulder blades flickered at the boundary between sunlight and shadow.

Viewed from behind, Su Qingxue's posture as she walked into that compartment was no different from her walking into the company's conference room.

She was just missing a pair of high heels.

Lin Fan followed behind.

The compartment wasn't large—a groove sandwiched between two rock walls, barely enough for two people to lie down.

Several cruise ship soft cushions were spread on the ground, which Lin Fan had previously picked up from the beach.

The artificial leather surface outside the soft cushion was dirty, but the sponge inside still had elasticity, which was countless times better than lying directly on the stony ground.

Su Qingxue stood by the edge of the soft cushions and looked down at them.

The cruise ship's soft cushions.

She squatted down and spread her shirt on the soft cushions.

It wasn't about being fastidious; the cushion was simply too dirty.

She had just finished spreading the shirt and hadn't even sat down yet when the weight behind her slammed over.

Lin Fan had no transition whatsoever.

No probing, no foreshadowing, no nonsense routine of staring into each other's eyes and gazing affectionately like in TV dramas.

One hand clasped her waist, the other hand pressed her shoulder, and the weight of his whole body pressed down. Su Qingxue was pushed down onto the soft cushions.

The back of her head knocked against the sponge cushion with a muffled sound. It wasn't painful, but her whole body was pinned down.

Su Qingxue's breathing missed half a beat.

His hands were frighteningly rough.

There were a few hard calluses on his palms, and the skin on his finger pads was as rough as sandpaper.

It was completely different from all the men Su Qingxue had ever contacted before.

Those people's hands were better maintained than hers.

The fund managers of Financial Street had white, slender fingers, and when shaking hands, their strength was deliberately controlled to thirty percent, fearing they would pinch the eldest lady of the Su Family.

Lin Fan didn't control it.

A twenty-four-year-old young man was now lying before a woman whose face he couldn't even look straight at in the past.

What is called a beast?

This is called a beast.

Su Qingxue was flipped over and then flipped back, her hair scattered across her face, and her lips were mostly blocked.

But Su Qingxue didn't struggle.

She said she would cooperate, so she cooperated. Su Qingxue was a person who wouldn't go back on her word once she promised something.

Only, the way of cooperation was not quite what Lin Fan imagined.

She didn't resist, but she didn't cater to him either.

Lying there entirely, her eyes stared at the rock wall above her head, her lips pursed tightly, and her expression was about the same as signing a contract.

Just as Lin Fan's hand reached downward, Su Qingxue spoke.

"Wait a minute."

Lin Fan's movement paused.

He lowered his head to look at her. Su Qingxue lay on the soft cushions, her hair as messy as a bird's nest, her cheeks flushed, and her lips slightly swollen from being kissed, but what she said completely didn't match this picture...

Wait? Can this kind of thing wait?