41: Chapter 41 Lin Fan...you...where are you grabbing?

"I want you to help me catch the bugs!"

"There... there are bugs, something is crawling inside my clothes!"

Song Ya's voice was laced with tears; the fear brought by such unknown creatures made her break down even more than the rainstorm.

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The bugs on the Deserted Island are mostly highly poisonous or have extremely strong parasitic traits.

In a place where medical conditions are zero, getting bitten could very well be fatal.

Lin Fan didn't waste any words; he stepped forward. "Don't move around!"

His gaze landed on her chest.

The soaked white shirt had almost become a transparent film, and a fingernail-sized black shadow was rapidly drilling deeper along that stunning curve.

Lin Fan's eyes narrowed.

He reached his right hand directly inside and felt as if he had touched top-tier mutton-fat jade; that astonishing, smooth sensation rushed straight to his brain through his fingertips.

Song Ya let out a suppressed whimper, her whole body tensing up straight.

Lin Fan's fingers searched between the damp fabric and her skin. The beetle was extremely cunning; feeling the danger, it desperately slid to the side.

"Lin Fan... you... where are you grabbing..."

Song Ya's breathing became extremely rapid, her warm breath spraying onto Lin Fan's neck, carrying a faint, natural fragrance.

The back of Lin Fan's hand inevitably brushed against Song Ya's skin; that tactile sensation was even better than that of the big star Liu Feifei.

"I'm catching the bug."

"Found it!" Lin Fan shouted, pressing his palm against her.

His fingertips were like a precise hunting trap; with a sudden pinch, he finally managed to catch the bug through the shirt.

"Caught it."

Lin Fan withdrew his hand, and between his fingers was a ferocious black beetle.

He flicked his hand, and the bug fell into the fire with a "crack," instantly turning into ash.

Song Ya leaned exhaustedly against the rock wall, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently.

On her skin, several red marks left by Lin Fan's grabbing remained clearly visible, exuding an inexplicable sense of abuse.

"Th-thank you."

Song Ya lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

She didn't dare to look at Lin Fan at all; the electric, strange sensation from just moments ago made her feel like she was about to burn up.

However, before she could catch her breath, that hair-raising itching sensation struck again.

And the location was even more unspeakable.

"...Mmm..."

Song Ya's face instantly turned from flushed red to deathly pale.

"Li... Lin Fan..."

"What is it now?"

Lin Fan looked at her coldly, his eyes filled with impatient irritation.

"It itches... my thighs itch too... Lin Fan, there's one down there too..."

Song Ya raised her head, her eyes full of pleading. Those clear eyes were watery now, making one's heart tremble.

She pointed to her legs.

Because she had danced for years, the lines of her legs were extremely beautiful. In the firelight, besides emitting an ivory-like texture, there were a few scratches.

Lin Fan fell silent.

That position was too sensitive and too dangerous.

"Catch it yourself." Lin Fan sat back down by the fire.

"I... I don't dare... Lin Fan, I beg you, it's biting me..."

"I'm most afraid of bugs... wuu wuu..."

Song Ya crouched down, crying, covering the base of her thighs with both hands, curling into a small ball.

She was truly terrified; in this godforsaken place, any small wound could be fatal.

Lin Fan stared at her for five seconds; the firelight flickered on his face, outlining his knife-like contours.

"I'll help you take a look."

Lin Fan stood up. Song Ya's delicate body trembled as she looked up at Lin Fan, her eyes full of shame.

"Lin Fan..."

"You were the one who said it itched just now, and now you won't let me catch it..."

Lin Fan walked straight up to her, radiating a terrifying pressure. "Don't nag. If you get bitten by a bug, I don't want to have to collect your corpse. I'll help you."

Song Ya bit her lower lip, almost drawing blood.

In the end, the desire to survive overcame that pitiful bit of self-esteem.

The air in the Karst Cave seemed to freeze instantly.

Lin Fan squatted down and scanned the area.

There were indeed a few more bugs.

"Lin Fan... hurry up..."

Song Ya closed her eyes, her hands gripping the gravel on the ground so tightly that blood seeped from her fingernails.

Lin Fan reached out his hand.

This time, without the barrier of the shirt, his fingertips pinched directly onto her thigh, but unfortunately, that damned bug got away.

"Hiss!"

Song Ya gasped, "Lin Fan, you hurt me. Can you be a little gentler?"

"Don't move."

Lin Fan's voice was extremely hoarse.

"That bug is extremely cunning. I didn't catch it just now, I'll try again."

Lin Fan's eyes darkened, and his hand didn't pause at all, chasing after it.

"Ah! Lin Fan, you, be gentle..." Song Ya let out a scream.

"I told you not to move around, look, it's gone again."

Under the firelight, their figures overlapped on the stone wall, casting an extremely ambiguous and absurd silhouette.

"Did you catch the bug... Lin Fan..."

Lin Fan was making her feel both pain and itching.

Lin Fan withdrew his hand; between his fingers was another black beetle. "Caught it. It's even bigger than the last one."

Lin Fan threw the bug into the fire pit once again. "Tomorrow I have to go out and look for some mugwort."

Song Ya's face was already as red as an apple.

She looked at the finger marks on her thighs, and a sense of shame almost overwhelmed her.

It was just too embarrassing.

But Lin Fan just gave her a cold glance and sat back down by the fire.

"Change your clothes; don't give the bugs any more chances."

Lin Fan picked up a few pieces of clothing; they were already dry. He had grabbed them from the crevices of the rocks on the edge of the beach.

"Hermès silk shirt, Chanel early autumn jacket, and this one..." Lin Fan picked out a knitted dress with the double G monogram pattern and threw it directly in front of Song Ya.

Song Ya froze for a moment, looking down at the clothes.

As a low-level intern at Shengtang Group, she wasn't unfamiliar with these luxury brands.

In high-end malls in Jiangcheng, this knitted dress retailed for at least tens of thousands; she usually didn't even have the qualifications to touch one.

Lin Fan threw over a brand-new set of underwear, the tags still on. "These clothes are all name brands. Normally, even if you worked in sales for three years, you wouldn't be able to afford this outfit. Now that you're with the right person, I'll let you wear whatever you want."

Song Ya held the pile of clothes, her cheeks burning hot.

The holey white shirt she was currently wearing was half-dry and half-wet, clinging tightly to her body.

Not only was it uncomfortable, but it also outlined the curves of her figure completely.

When catching the bugs just now, she could even feel the lingering warmth of Lin Fan's rough fingers on her skin.

Changing clothes was a necessity.

But...

Song Ya looked around; the Karst Cave was only this big. Besides the fire and the stone walls, there wasn't even a corner to hide behind.

"Change... change here?" Song Ya bit her lip tightly, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. "Um... Lin Fan, could you... turn away for a bit?"

"Turn away?" Lin Fan raised his eyelids and looked at her as if she were an idiot. "It's storming outside, the temperature is below ten degrees, and there's thunder every now and then. You want me to go outside and stand in the rain?"

"I didn't mean that..." Song Ya panicked.

"If you feel aggrieved changing clothes in this place, the door is over there." Lin Fan used a piece of firewood to point at the cave entrance, which was mostly blocked by stones. "You can go outside and change in the rain; apart from the Thunder God and the Lightning Mother, no one will see you."

Outside, a clap of thunder sounded right on cue, and the gale wind poured in through the cracks of the cave entrance, making a shrill, wailing sound.

Song Ya shrank her neck in fear.

She knew that Lin Fan meant what he said.

In front of this man, her pitiful sense of shame was worthless.

If she didn't change, and spent the night in wet clothes at this temperature, she would come down with a high fever and die here tomorrow.

"I... I'll change here."

Song Ya turned around, facing away from Lin Fan, and took a deep breath.

Lin Fan still had a bit of gentlemanly conduct and sensibly lowered his head.

The sound of fabric rubbing together echoed in the quiet Karst Cave.

Song Ya unbuttoned her shirt.

The soaked fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of snowy white back.

The firelight projected her shadow onto the uneven stone wall, outlining an extremely exaggerated S-shaped curve.

Although Lin Fan had his head lowered, his peripheral vision uncontrollably swept toward that shadow.

The stunning tactile sensation from when he caught the bugs just now surged in his mind again, without any warning.

That smooth skin, that astonishing elasticity, and the suppressed gasps she made out of fear.

Lin Fan was a normal man.

On this Deserted Island, where there were no moral constraints, to say he had no inner fluctuation when faced with a pure young girl undressing in front of him would be bullshit.

"Rustle, rustle..."

Song Ya's movements were fast, but because of her nervousness, her hands wouldn't listen to her.

She couldn't undo the bra clasp no matter what, and she was so anxious that a layer of fine sweat broke out on her smooth forehead.