15: Chapter 15 Here, I am yours.

"Yes, anything is fine."

Liu Feifei simply let go of her hands and collapsed onto the ground.

Right in front of Lin Fan, she reached out and untied the last remaining thin strap on the back of her bikini.

The fabric slipped off.

Two unreserved mounds of snowy white were thus straightly exposed under the firelight.

Even though they were stained with a bit of dirt, it couldn't cover up that perfect shape and astonishing scale.

Liu Feifei bit her lower lip, her eyes revealing a desperate madness.

"Outside, I'm a big star, and a single dinner party costs millions."

"Here, I am yours."

Supporting herself with her hands behind her, she stretched out her body completely, displaying the most alluring posture.

"Lin Fan, don't you like watching my performance in 'Goddess of the Nine Heavens'?"

"In the drama, I am a high-and-mighty goddess, but now... I am your exclusive female slave."

She stuck out her tongue and licked her dry lips.

This ultimate contrast of dragging a deity down from the altar was, in this enclosed, warm Karst Cave, simply a fatal poison.

Lin Fan's breathing grew a fraction heavier.

In his field of vision, the omniscient prompt flashed frantically.

[Target: Liu Feifei.]

[Status: Extremely thirsty, attempting to obtain long-term survival security by selling her flesh.]

[Hidden Attribute: Deeply scheming, once out of danger, she might bite back at any time.]

Lin Fan had a very clear head.

The prettier a woman is, the better she is at lying.

But so what?

Here, he had absolute military suppression and absolute survival resources.

A venomous snake with its fangs pulled was just a higher-grade toy.

The instincts he had suppressed for twenty-four years completely broke free from their cage in this lawless land, on this Deserted Island without any moral constraints.

Lin Fan stepped forward.

He grabbed Liu Feifei by the hair and forced her to lift her head.

"Ah..." Liu Feifei cried out in pain, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes, but more of it was excitement.

As long as he was willing to touch her, she would survive.

"Want to stay?" Lin Fan looked down at her condescendingly.

"Want to..." Liu Feifei was forced to keep her head up, making the scenery on her chest even more prominent.

"Then show some sincerity."

Lin Fan let go of his hand and jammed the pitch-black tactical straight knife into a nearby rock crevice with a clang.

He sat back down beside the campfire.

Liu Feifei froze for a second, then instantly understood in a flash.

She didn't hesitate at all, not even having a shred of a female star's reserve.

She crawled over hands and feet.

Her hands hooked around Lin Fan's neck.

The firelight flickered.

The temperature inside the Karst Cave seemed to be rising continuously.

Lin Fan leaned against the rock wall and closed his eyes.

Feeling the initiative of the "national first love".

An unprecedented sense of control completely overwhelmed him.

In civilized society, he wasn't even worthy of glancing at such a woman.

And now, right in front of him, she was exhausting all her skills to please him.

This was the taste of power.

This was the charm of the law of survival.

"Mm..."

In the corner of the Karst Cave, Song Ya, who had been shrinking in the shadows all along, was struck by lightning, dumbfounded.

She was still wrapped in that ragged white shirt, her hands tightly covering her mouth, afraid that she would make a sound and disturb the extremely crazy scene before her eyes.

The firelight jumped, casting Liu Feifei's exaggeratedly curved back onto the rock wall, rising and falling with her movements, forming a visually impactful picture.

Song Ya's eyes widened round and round, her brain completely blank.

That was Liu Feifei!

She was that aloof, cold, and unworldly Goddess of the Nine Heavens on screen!

She was the white moonlight in the hearts of countless youths, the national first love that the executives in the company felt they were reaching too high even just to mention!

Just on the cruise ship this noon, Song Ya had seen with her own eyes a rich second-generation heir worth hundreds of millions, in order to toast Liu Feifei a glass of wine, waiting in line like a grandson for half an hour, only to exchange it for Liu Feifei's extremely perfunctory fake smile.

But what about now?

On this uninhabited Devil's Island without even basic survival conditions, this high-and-mighty goddess was actually like a heat-ridden bitch in Lin Fan's arms, using that mouth that had kissed countless top-tier male stars to kiss an intern who only earned three thousand yuan a month with extreme effort and even a flattering intent!

Watching Liu Feifei's hair-raisingly skillful movements, watching her deliberately squeeze the two mounds of snow-white on her chest into various alluring shapes just to cater to Lin Fan, Song Ya's entire worldview collapsed with a crash at this moment.

Morality? Dignity? Reserve?

In this ghost place without laws or rescue, facing extreme hunger and cold, these things were not even as good as a pile of rotten wood that could keep you warm!

Liu Feifei saw Song Ya, and she definitely didn't want her aggrieved look to be seen by others.

"You, get out," Liu Feifei spoke, "go guard outside the cave entrance."

Song Ya shuddered all over, suddenly raising her head with a face full of disbelief.

Go out?

Outside right now, a level four or five sea breeze was blowing, and the temperature had long dropped below ten degrees!

She was only wearing a ragged shirt and a damp pair of underwear, not even shoes.

Leaving this warm campfire and walking to that drafty cave entrance to keep watch, what difference was that from letting her die?

"Lin... Lin Fan..." Song Ya's voice trembled, her eye sockets instantly turning red, big tears swirling in her eyes, "It's too cold outside... I... I'll freeze to death..."

As she spoke, she subconsciously moved a bit closer to the campfire.

Seeing that Lin Fan didn't speak, and blown by the cold wind inside, she shivered.

The instinct for survival and the greed for warmth completely conquered the last shred of workplace morality and saintly compassion deep inside her at this moment.

Since Liu Feifei could do it, why couldn't she?

Speaking of figure, although she, Song Ya, was an intern, her exaggerated gourd-shaped figure was definitely not worse than Liu Feifei's, and even fuller and more upright in certain places!

"Lin Fan! Don't chase me away!" Song Ya grew anxious, grabbing her shirt collar with both hands, "As long as you let me stay by the fire... If you want... I... I can do it too!"

After saying these words, her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and even the roots of her neck turned completely red.

She closed her eyes, her trembling hands reaching to untie the last remaining few buttons on her shirt.

However, before Lin Fan could speak, Liu Feifei stopped her movements.

She turned around, her exquisitely beautiful face instantly turning ferocious.

In this Karst Cave, Lin Fan's favor was the only survival resource.

This piece of meat, which she, Liu Feifei, had managed to take into her mouth with great difficulty, how could she possibly let some wild girl who popped up out of nowhere share a piece of the pie?

"What the hell are you? You dare to fight me for a man?"

Liu Feifei stood up straight from the ground, too lazy to even pull up her clothes, and just like that, bare and exposing large areas of snow-white skin, she pointed at Song Ya's nose from above and cursed fiercely.

That pair of big eyes, originally pure, were now filled with high-and-mighty disdain and contempt, as if she had turned back into that arrogant top-tier star of the domestic entertainment circle on the red carpet.

"Take a piss and look at what kind of virtue you have! A poor intern who can't even afford brand-name items, and you dare to act wild and lustful here?"

Liu Feifei sneered repeatedly, her words extremely harsh and sarcastic, "Outside, the insurance on just a pair of my legs is eighty million! A random Hermès bag I carry is enough for a bottom-tier working stiff like you to work for a lifetime! What do you have to compare with me? With that cheap stall-bought outfit of yours?"

Song Ya was scolded until her face turned pale, and her tears fell like broken beads.

Deep down in her bones, she was a weak and kind girl; how had she ever witnessed such bloodless, shrewish street-cursing in the entertainment industry?

"I... I didn't... I just wanted to warm myself by the fire..." Song Ya aggrievedly retorted, her voice as thin as a gossamer thread.

"Want to warm up? If you want to warm up, get lost down there." Liu Feifei didn't give her a chance to breathe at all, pressing step by step, "Lin Fan is my man now! It's enough for him to have me serve him! A fledgling like you who hasn't even touched a man's hand, do you know how to serve a man? Do you know how to make a man feel out of this world?"

As Liu Feifei spoke, she even deliberately puffed out her proud chest, her face full of showing off and provocation, "Get lost quickly! Don't force me to slap you!"

Song Ya was forced into the corner, and she looked at Lin Fan for help, hoping that this boy who used to look honest and submissive in the company could say a word for her.