313: Chapter 313 She finally won Lin Fan's heart

Song Ya's profile was dyed a warm orange by the setting sun, her eyelashes casting a small shadow on her cheekbones.

After saying this, she didn't dare to look at Lin Fan, her hands twisting together.

Lin Fan turned his head to look at her.

"Just two people?"

"Then can you handle it?"

Song Ya was stunned for a moment, not realizing what those words meant.

Lin Fan calmly added another sentence: "If it's just the two of us, one kid a year, can your body handle it?"

Song Ya's face instantly blushed all the way from the base of her neck to her hairline.

She opened her mouth, unable to pop out a single word, her breathing frequency accelerating audibly.

Watching her posture of wanting to evaporate on the spot right there, Lin Fan found it a bit amusing.

Xu Zhixia was right; this girl lived far too timidly on the Deserted Island.

Every day she was terrified of being a burden, wishing she could print "Sorry, I've caused trouble for everyone again" on her forehead.

She needed confidence, and an ability belonging to herself.

And the way to acquire this ability...

was simply unpretentious.

"Song Ya."

"Yeah!" Song Ya's response was as fast as a conditioned reflex, her pitch even raising by several degrees.

"I want to ask you something."

"Uh, you... you ask."

"Do you want to bear a son for me?"

The air fell silent for a few seconds.

Song Ya's toes frantically scraped the ground inside her shoes, unable to hold back a complete sentence for a long time, "I... you... this..."

"Hmm?"

"Want..."

When this word was squeezed out from Song Ya's mouth, it was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

After finishing, she buried her face directly into her palms, her ears so red they were almost bleeding.

Standing there, Lin Fan looked at Song Ya's quail-like shriveled appearance.

To be honest, she was quite adorable.

"Then won't you take the initiative?" Lin Fan spoke up.

Song Ya peeked at him through the gaps in her fingers, "In... initiative in what?"

"Just like last time."

Last time?

Last time, emotions were running high!

Back then, she was provoked by Liu Feifei.

Now, this kind of situation where you face each other, gaze into each other's eyes, and the other person explicitly tells you "Come on"...

This is completely different, okay!

"Uh..." Song Ya responded.

Then nothing else happened.

She stood in place, refusing to move an inch.

Lin Fan waited for five seconds.

"Come on."

Song Ya raised her head, met Lin Fan's eyes, and quickly lowered it again.

"If you don't come, I'm leaving..."

Song Ya was very conflicted right now, wanting to get Lin Fan while also feeling a bit shy.

"Don't..."

She took a step forward.

Another step, walking up to Lin Fan, extending her hand to hesitantly rest on his arm, then standing on tiptoe, closing her eyes, and leaning her head forward.

A touch so light it was almost imperceptible landed on Lin Fan's cheek.

Then she sprang away with a "whoosh," retreating two steps, her entire body about to burn up.

Lin Fan: "..."

"That's it?"

Just kissed the cheek once?

Looking at Song Ya's expression, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

This silly girl.

Did she cultivate for eight hundred years in her past life, only to secularize incompletely in this life?

Fine then.

Since she wouldn't come, he would go to her.

Lin Fan took a step forward, his left hand directly clasping Song Ya's lower back.

Song Ya let out an "ah," her whole body being pulled against his chest.

The distance between the two instantly dropped to zero.

Song Ya's brain had completely shut down, her round eyes filled with panic and anticipation, the two emotions fighting fiercely.

"You..."

Lin Fan didn't give her a chance to finish speaking.

His arm exerted force, directly pulling her down onto the leaf-covered ground.

The moment Song Ya's back hit the ground, she let out a small exclamation.

Looking at Lin Fan pressing down on top of her, her heartbeat accelerated to an abnormal frequency.

Just as Lin Fan kissed her, a line of bold, large characters popped straight up on his retina, their bright red color stinging his brain into a sharp jolt.

[The third batch of personnel will land on this island in fifteen days.]

[Remarks: The personnel in this batch will be countless times more than the last, and they are landing on the island with preparation, not natural drifting.]

Lin Fan froze mid-air.

Lying underneath, Song Ya saw Lin Fan suddenly stop moving and panicked to death, "L... Lin Fan? What's wrong with you?"

Lin Fan didn't answer.

His attention was entirely nailed down by those two lines of text.

The third batch?

Previously, he and Su Qingxue and the others were considered the first batch.

Xu Zhixia and the others were the second batch.

People who drifted onto the Deserted Island naturally were characterized by being random, scattered, and lacking unified equipment.

The previous two batches both followed this pattern, and Yang Ningcong had only brought some medical supplies after learning from the lesson of Su Qingxue's accident.

The cruise ship met with disaster, and people were washed ashore by the waves; some lived and some died, all depending on fate.

But this time, it specifically noted non-natural drifting.

In other words, the third batch of people might not be shipwreck victims.

They came to this island with a purpose, organization, and preparation.

What kind of person would actively come to an unnamed Deserted Island infested with monsters?

Two possibilities.

First, the outside world discovered the existence of this island and sent people to search and rescue or investigate.

Second, the person raising white mice threw a new batch of experimental subjects into the cage again.

Externally, an unknown organization was about to land on the island.

Internally, there was the mastermind deep in the fog who could uniformly dispatch all mutated creatures.

And what about the cards in his hand?

Himself with Triple Enhancement, Su Qingxue with a spatial storage skill, Xu Zhixia with medical skills, Zhou Kai as a strong laborer who could fight, and Song Ya... a pure logistician who hadn't awakened yet for the time being.

Plus Yang Ningcong, who only knew how to consume supplies.

Dealing with the monsters on the island was already tough enough, and now an unknown third-party force was being added.

Attacked from both front and back, struggling to survive in the cracks.

"Lin Fan?" Song Ya's hand tentatively touched his forearm, "Are you... uncomfortable?"

Lin Fan snapped back to his senses.

He lowered his head to look at the small face full of worry beneath him, the adrenaline and reason in his brain fighting fiercely.

The system notification waited for no one, but the person beneath him couldn't just be left hanging like this either.

"It's fine." Lin Fan pulled his attention back.

Fifteen days.

Time was enough.

The most urgent matter right now was still the thing right in front of him. First run through Song Ya's route, get her pregnant to awaken her ability.

With one more combat force, there would be one more margin for maneuver when facing the upcoming situation.

The top priority: sowing seeds.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan's execution power instantly maxed out.

...

On the cliff terrace, the setting sun completely sank into the sea surface.

The sky changed from orange-red to dark purple, and Song Ya curled up in the crook of Lin Fan's arm, her whole body limp without an ounce of strength.

Her face was still red, though by this time it was impossible to tell whether it was from shyness or some other reason.

"Lin Fan..." She spoke softly, her throat a bit hoarse.

"Hmm."

"Will I... will I get pregnant?"

"Uh..." Lin Fan pinched her face, "Su Qingxue took a long time before she got pregnant. If you hit it on the first try, do you think you're the chosen one?"

Song Ya buried her face into his chest and didn't speak again.

After a while, Lin Fan patted Song Ya's shoulder and stood up, "Let's go, time to head back."

Song Ya let out a "hmm," her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

She crawled up from the ground using both hands and feet, her foot feeling a bit weak as if something had bitten it, and her walk carried an indescribable awkwardness.

But the flush on that face couldn't be suppressed no matter how hard she tried, and the corners of her mouth curved upward, impossible to hide.

She had finally gotten Lin Fan, and right now her brain was full of cotton candy, lump after lump, so sweet she wanted to spin in circles on the spot.

Lin Fan walked in front and glanced back at her.

This girl followed behind, the corners of her mouth practically splitting to her temples, her steps light and breezy as if walking with wind.

Acting like she had won five million.

The two walked down along the slope.

The moment Song Ya stepped onto the platform, her smile visibly retracted.

Because Su Qingxue was sitting right by the campfire.

Xu Zhixia was tidying up herbs.

Song Ya's footsteps paused, her head lowered directly, and her entire body shrank a size smaller.

She didn't dare look at Su Qingxue, nor did she dare look at Xu Zhixia.

That sense of excitement was instantly drenched through and cooled to the core by a strong sense of guilt.

Su Qingxue was carrying Lin Fan's child, and Xu Zhixia also had that kind of relationship with Lin Fan.

And what was she, Song Ya, considered?

A third party? A fourth party?

What number had her serial number reached?

Song Ya's brain was a mess, and she only knew to keep her head down, running with quick little steps to sit in her own corner, wishing she could stuff her entire body into the cracks of the stones.

Su Qingxue, however, lifted her eyelids slightly.

She glanced at Song Ya, then at Lin Fan, her gaze looking like she had accepted it.

Afterwards, she withdrew her gaze and continued staring at the bowl of completely cooled pregnancy-protecting medicine in her hand, taking a gulp expressionlessly.

Xu Zhixia was even more straightforward, not even raising her head, arranging the herbs in her hand however they were supposed to be arranged.

The atmosphere was subtle for a moment, but it quickly passed.

Lin Fan sat down by the campfire.

He swept his gaze around the people present, his line of sight landing on Yang Ningcong, "Yang Ningcong."

"Hmm? Ah? Brother Fan, what's wrong?"

"Go guard the cave entrance."

"Brother Fan, isn't it not time to sleep yet?"

"Go when I tell you to go. Zhou Kai is super hot-tempered right now; believe it or not, I'll let him develop you."

"... Alrighty, going right now."

Yang Ningcong resignedly stood up and shuffled toward the cave entrance, looking back three times with every step.

Lin Fan watched him.

It wasn't to guard against this fellow; he purely found his mouth too naggy.

It was annoying enough when Liu Feifei was around last time, and now that that woman was gone, this Yang Ningcong had seamlessly taken over.

During a meeting, he could interject eight hundred sentences, every single one precisely stepping on everyone's irritable points.

Staying away from the crowd was good for everyone. It was also good for himself, at least he wouldn't have to get beaten up.

"The third batch of people is coming."

As soon as Lin Fan said these words, the reactions of the few people present varied.

Zhou Kai was the first to reply, his mouth still greasy: "People are coming again? Brother Fan, doesn't that mean another wave of supplies delivered to our door?"

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