45: Chapter 45 Not having ten or eight children would be a complete waste of resources.

Song Ya knew that tonight she had completely stimulated Lin Fan's hormones.

With the move she just pulled, any man would probably be unable to hold back.

If Lin Fan wanted her right now, she would give herself to him without hesitation.

Not only to repay the favor, but even more so to completely bind herself to the only man who could keep her alive on this man-eating Deserted Island.

"Living life together." As Lin Fan uttered those words, a trace of inexplicable disappointment welled up in the depths of Song Ya's heart.

Could it be that she really wasn't as good as a big star like Liu Feifei?

After so many things happened tonight, he actually didn't have the slightest urge.

Lin Fan's next words abruptly jerked Song Ya back from her wild imagination: "There's no shortage of food and drink on this island, with mountains and water. The two of us can just close the door and live as primitive people."

"You... don't joke around."

"Who's joking with you." Lin Fan chuckled, then leaned in a little closer.

"Take advantage of our youth and good stamina to have a few more kids. With your top-tier figure, not having eight or ten children is simply a waste of heavenly things."

"When our children grow up, maybe after a few decades, the magnetic field will return to normal, and boats from the outside will sail in."

"They'll take a look and think, 'Goodness, this island is full of descendants of mine, Lin Fan.'"

"By that time, I'll be the head of the household and also the lord of this island."

This speech was vulgar, straightforward, and even had a bit of bandit flair.

If it were anyone else, if it were placed in the civilized society before yesterday, Song Ya would definitely have splashed a cup of boiling water over and viciously cursed him as a stinky hooligan.

But here, on this night on the Deserted Island where the wind leaked from all sides, the outside temperature was approaching freezing, and people could die at any moment.

These words instead became an alternative, weighty commitment.

At least, he planned her into his future.

In this desperate situation without laws and morals, the protection of a strong person was much more down-to-earth than any oaths of eternal love.

Song Ya lowered her head, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness that she hadn't even noticed: "Eight or ten... Do you take me for a sow..."

No refusal.

No resistance.

Even carrying a hint of coy, reluctant submission.

Lin Fan laughed, laughing wildly and arrogantly.

He understood that this pure and naive little white flower, who was originally in the workplace, had been completely uprooted by him, steadily planted in his own territory, and branded with his, Lin Fan's, exclusive mark.

He withdrew his hand and pointed to the pile of supplies stacked like a small mountain beside them.

"A sow couldn't possibly wear your deadly effect. Go, bring those few bottles of water over, and boil some hot water to drink. The night is still long, save some stamina."

Song Ya obeyed and did as told. On Lin Fan's retina, a row of golden numbers began to refresh.

[Warning: The main body of the super-strong convective cloud cluster is approaching.]

[Current wind force: Level 5, continuously rising.]

[Environmental temperature: 3.5°C (expected to drop below 0°C within 30 minutes).]

[Tip: The current weather state is only the vanguard of the cold wave; the main cyclone group will cut into the island in half an hour.]

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.

An appetizer at best, the real main event was yet to come.

Lin Fan took the water handed over by Song Ya and said, "There's a free show to watch later, don't blink."

Song Ya was slightly stunned, and she followed Lin Fan's gaze to look outside the Karst Cave.

Apart from the rolling dark clouds and the fierce wind that could blow people away, there was nothing.

But she was very obedient and didn't ask more, only moving her body a bit closer to the campfire.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The wind direction changed.

If the previous wind was howling, the current wind was like weeping ghosts and howling wolves.

The fierce wind, mixed with hail-like water droplets, swept across the entire island with a destructive momentum.

In the rock fissure halfway up the mountain, the situation was far more tragic than in the Karst Cave.

The fire lit by Chen Jian had become the only life-saving straw for dozens of people.

However, the spatial structure of the rock fissure was too poor; the dozen-meter-long semi-open crack simply could not effectively gather heat.

The fierce wind howled outside the rock fissure, whipping up cold seawater and raindrops, turning them into fine water mist that drilled inward through every pore.

Su Qingxue sat at the core position closest to the campfire, draped in a semi-dry jacket handed over by Wang Lan.

Her arms were crossed, her complexion as pale as paper. Even though she had spent thirty million to buy the usage rights of this pile of fire, she still felt cold—a cold that pierced directly into the bone marrow.

Wang Qiang had already squeezed from the outer edge almost to the core of the campfire. "Damn it, Chen Jian, can't you add more firewood?!" Wang Qiang's teeth were chattering from the cold as he shouted at Chen Jian, "The fire is so small, it's fucking useless!"

Chen Jian sat behind the windbreak wall, holding a wooden stick in his hand, leisurely poking at the charcoal fire. He didn't even glance at Wang Qiang.

"There is only this much firewood." Chen Jian's tone was bland. "Once it's burned out, everyone waits to die together. If you feel cold, go out and pick some yourself."

Wang Qiang was choked up and rolled his eyes, turning his head to look at the rain curtain outside, shrinking his neck.

Go out? Going out in this weather is courting death.

Time ticked by second by second.

Half an hour later.

The wind direction changed.

The sea breeze that originally blew from the side suddenly changed direction, pouring straight into the entrance of the rock fissure.

The wind force climbed steeply within a few short minutes, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound.

"Crack!"

The simple windbreak wall built by Chen Jian in front of the campfire was directly overturned by a gust of fierce wind. Several stones rolled down, smashing onto the campfire and extinguishing half of the flames.

The remaining flames swayed wildly in the fierce wind, pressed down almost flat against the ground, about to be extinguished at any moment.

The temperature dropped off a cliff.

Zero degrees.

Or even lower.

The rain hit the rocks, and the sound changed. It was no longer a dull watery sound, but a crisp knocking sound.

"It's hailing!" someone exclaimed.

Soybean-sized ice particles mixed in the heavy rain, carried by the fierce wind, swept into the rock fissure like a shotgun. Several people on the outer periphery fled in panic, desperately squeezing inward.

"Don't squeeze! You stepped on me!"

"Lean inward, the wind is too big!"

The crowd was in complete chaos, and the temperature of the campfire was completely blown away by the fierce wind. That pitiful bit of heat was simply not worth mentioning in front of the sub-zero temperatures.

Old Zhao shrunk in the corner, his entire body trembling like a sieve.

He was in his forties, and his health wasn't very good to begin with; now he felt his heart twitching even more.

He raised his head, and through the rain curtain, looked diagonally upwards.

The entrance of that Karst Cave was blocked by stones for the most part, leaving only a slit.

But right through that slit, a stable and bright orange-red firelight shone out.

No swaying, no flickering, which showed that the windproof effect inside was extremely good, and the temperature was definitely orders of magnitude higher than below.

Old Zhao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, supported the slippery stone wall, and stood up wobblingly.

"Old Zhao, where are you going?" Sister Liu from the Administrative Department beside him grabbed a handful of his trouser legs.

Her lips were also purple from the cold, and she couldn't even speak fluently.

"Going up." Old Zhao pointed to the Karst Cave above, his voice hoarse, "If we stay here any longer, we're really going to croak; my heart can't take it anymore."