145: Chapter 145 You could have been gentler just now

Zhang Tao's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze instantly changed.

Of course, he didn't know what was happening inside.

He only knew that Su Qingxue was the high-and-mighty female CEO of the Shengtang Group.

Back at the company, she was that female CEO whom he couldn't see a few times a year, and whenever she occasionally passed by, he would sniff heavily.

Such a person was now in the rock compartment on the Deserted Island, being driven to screams of agony by Lin Fan.

This sense of contrast was even hotter than the campfire.

"Damn it."

Zhang Tao lowered his voice, leaned close to Zhou Kai, his face carrying an indescribable lewd excitement.

"Although this is a Deserted Island, we should still avoid people... It makes me want to..."

Before he finished speaking, he chuckled twice to himself.

Zhou Kai's hand holding the meat paused for a moment.

He raised his head to glance at the compartment, quickly withdrew his gaze, and continued lowering his head to process that prey.

It wasn't that he couldn't hear.

It was just that after more than two months, he had learned one thing.

When it came to Lin Fan's affairs, look less, ask less, and discuss less.

Especially regarding Su Qingxue and Song Ya.

If anyone really got hot-headed and talked too much, the one who ended up unlucky definitely wouldn't be Lin Fan, nor would it be Su Qingxue and Song Ya.

Liu Feifei was sitting on the other side of the campfire, and hearing those two laughs from Zhang Tao, her expression immediately sank.

She rolled her eyes, tossed the string of red and green berries in her hand to the side, her lips curling into a bitterly sour sneer.

"What is there to pretend?"

"How aloof she was when she first came to this Deserted Island, how much she looked down on Lin Fan, and what about now? Isn't she still deliberately trying to curry favor with him."

Speaking of this, she glanced at the direction of the compartment again, where another short cry of pain came from inside.

Liu Feifei's sourness grew heavier in her heart; in her view, this was simply a tactic.

Su Qingxue was using her voice to make a show of force to outsiders like them, and also implicitly consolidating her favor.

Men fall for this exact trick.

The more a high-and-mighty woman lowers her head, the more it makes a man feel like he has won the whole world.

"Yelling like a slaughtered pig."

Liu Feifei cursed in a low voice, turned her head and saw that although Zhou Kai had his head lowered, his ears were noticeably perked up, which instantly made her even more unhappy.

She reached out and pinched Zhou Kai's arm hard.

"What are you looking at? Your eyeballs are almost about to fall in."

Zhou Kai gasped in pain and frowned at her.

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm crazy?"

Liu Feifei sneered.

"Where were you looking just now?"

Zhou Kai couldn't be bothered to argue with her, simply flipped the meat in his hand, his voice lowered significantly.

"Stop stirring up trouble."

These three words choked Liu Feifei up for a moment.

She was unwilling, but she didn't continue making a fuss.

Because she knew Zhou Kai was right.

Here, anyone could have a temper, but they couldn't have a temper toward Lin Fan.

Zhang Tao couldn't sit still anymore.

That commotion came out one sound after another, driving him crazy with desire.

He threw away the branch in his hand, sidled up to Wang Lan, and grabbed Wang Lan's arm.

"Wang Lan, let's go, the two of us will go keep a lookout too."

Zhang Tao lowered his voice, his breathing heavy, his hand already dishonestly groping toward Wang Lan's lower back.

Wang Lan was pinched so hard by him that it hurt intensely, and a wave of nausea rose in her stomach. But she didn't show it, only obediently standing up.

The two of them, one after the other, climbed up to the top of the Karst Cave.

And at this moment, inside the compartment.

Su Qingxue almost had no strength left to speak.

The medicinal mud on her knees was forcefully massaged open by Lin Fan, that burning pain drilling all the way from her skin and flesh into her bone seams.

Her entire right leg felt as if it didn't belong to her, occasionally twitching uncontrollably.

"Stop..." Her voice was already hoarse, "Don't do it anymore..."

Lin Fan finally stopped his hand, released her ankle, and rubbed off the remaining medicinal dregs in his palm onto the nearby stone.

The medicinal mud had already been kneaded into the swollen skin, and the edges of the originally purple-black bruising were slightly red, as if they had been forcefully pushed back a circle.

Lin Fan lowered his head to look for a moment before straightening his body.

"Alright, the swelling should go down a bit tomorrow. Whether you can walk depends on President Su's fortune."

Su Qingxue lay flat on her back on the soft cushion, her chest rising and falling.

Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, her hair plastered wetly against the side of her face, her eye sockets red, and moisture still hanging on her eyelashes without falling.

She wanted to curse, but it hurt so much that she didn't even have the strength to curse.

Because of treating the wound just now, her jeans had been pulled down above her knees, the fabric piled messily at the side of her legs.

She took several deep breaths before finally realizing an even more fatal problem.

She had yelled too loudly just now, and this wasn't the top-floor suite she used to live in.

There were no soundproof walls, no thick door panels.

Nor were there service staff tactfully retreating ten meters away.

Outside was the campfire, and the people sitting by the campfire were all former employees of the Shengtang Group.

Su Qingxue's complexion flushed red bit by bit, not from pain, but from shame and anger.

She gritted her teeth and stared fixedly at Lin Fan, "You did this on purpose."

Lin Fan raised his eyes to look at her, "Purposeful about what?"

"You clearly could have been gentler just now." Su Qingxue's voice was still trembling, yet she stubbornly maintained that trace of a CEO's coldness, "You just did it on purpose to make me cry out."

Lin Fan let out a scoff, "President Su, aren't you thinking a bit too highly of yourself?"

Su Qingxue's gaze turned cold.

Lin Fan continued, "I'm massaging your bruises, not giving you a beauty massage. Being gentle is useless; tomorrow your leg will still be swollen to the point where you can't walk."

As he spoke, he leaned down, getting a bit closer to Su Qingxue.

"Besides, what those people outside have in their heads has nothing to do with me."

Su Qingxue's breath hitched, "Lin Fan, can you have some shame?"

"You're a human, not livestock raised by country folks!"

Lin Fan looked at her and suddenly chuckled, "President Su wants me to be livestock that badly?"

"If you want, I can fulfill that wish of yours."

Su Qingxue's fingertips tightened.

Lin Fan reached out, casually wiping the sweat near her cheek with his thumb, then pressing half a step closer, "Even if I were to do you right in front of their faces... they wouldn't dare say anything."

Su Qingxue was startled and hurriedly reached out to block herself.

Lin Fan looked at her panicked appearance and sneered, "That's right. President Su is naturally just a little woman; there's no need to forcefully pretend to be a tough woman."

"To be honest, this frightened and shy look of yours makes me want to..."