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It rained for the second time this week, and it is also a good opportunity to continue to store fresh water. All kinds of marine debris behind them have become utensils for water storage.

She can't stay here anymore, she wants to go back and find her child, even though the blood of the enemy is flowing in that child, but it was born by her half-life in ten months of pregnancy, and she was divided The other self who is half out.

The rain washed over her body, blurring her vision, like a vague consciousness. Thinking of this, she suddenly walked towards the sea, strode in the water, ran towards the deep sea area, walked towards the end of the ocean, only She wants to leave as soon as possible. She has been stuck here for too long, and the outside world may have changed.

Before he ran into the deep sea area, he was pulled back by someone.

"Let me go, let me go, I want to go back, let me go!" Jing Shu struggled.

Without saying a word, Song Sipu grabbed her arm, pulled her ashore, and threw her on the beach.

Jing Shu turned over and walked into the sea water again, before taking two steps, he was tripped by the waves.

Song Sipu simply grabbed her legs and walked towards where he was, dragging Jingshu all the way and throwing her beside the fire.

The heavy rain was pouring, and a dry space was propped up above the fire with abandoned rafts, surrounded by tent rags to block the strong wind and slanting rain. The lighter and the half-smoked pack of cigarettes were placed in the last inside the stone.

Song Sipu threw her by the fire, didn't speak, and looked at her coldly.

Jing Shu struggled to get up from the ground and walked towards the beach.

"Do you want to leave, or do you want to die?" Song Sipu said in a deep voice, "If you want to go back, live first!"

Jing Shu ignored him, just limped into the rain, was pulled back by Song Si Pu and threw him beside the fire.

"What about your outrageous desire to survive the past two days?" Song Sipu sneered, "Can't bear it anymore?"

Jing Shu got up stubbornly, and continued to walk outside.

Song Sipu pulled her back, and pushed her down heavily on the side of the grass nest, with a bit of rude anger.

This time, Jing Shu really couldn't get up, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get up, her clothes were soaked, her hair was messy and stuck to her wet face, after struggling a few times, she lay down beside the fire, short of breath .

Song Sipu looked at her for a long time, with a livid face, and stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, with a high fever.

Song Sipu sat neatly on the seat opposite her, fell silent with his forehead, looked at her with a conflicted face, with conflicting anger in his eyes, he didn't want to control her, didn't want to save her, let her die if she wanted to die Well, as long as this demon woman is dead, he can solve most of the hatred in his heart, whether she lives or dies, does it have anything to do with him?
It's normal for a person to die on this kind of wild island, and it can't be found out at all. This is the best time to erase her. He shouldn't have saved her at all!Song Sipu stood up suddenly, picked up her ankles and walked into the rain without hesitation, dragging her all the way to the seashore, leaving her behind, turning around and walking back.

It was the Min family who murdered him for money, and this woman imprisoned him, tortured him, and humiliated him. She is as unforgivable as Ji Linjiang!He walked back to the fire and stood there for a long time, letting her fend for herself, whether she died or lived or tortured, it had nothing to do with him!It is best for her to die immediately, it can be regarded as God has cleaned up a big enemy for him.

He sat down by the fire, closed his eyes, and didn't hear anything outside the "window".

He didn't open his eyes until there was a sound of thunder, and suddenly he got up and strode towards the seashore. Seeing that half of Jingshu's body had been washed into the seawater, and the waves were rushing towards her, Song Sipu's thin lips were tightly pursed. , don't care what she does with her life!
He walked back again, didn't go far, then returned angrily, grabbed her ankle with one hand, strode towards the fire shed, and left her in a corner where the heavy rain couldn't get her.

Don't care what she does with life or death!

Looking at Jing Shu's face as pale as paper, curled up in a corner and shivering, this woman is selling herself miserably!
He doesn't care about her!Never mind her!What disgusting tricks is she using to plot against him again!Think he'll be fooled?He will never be fooled!

Song Sipu stood there for a long time, then suddenly took off his shirt and threw it on her angrily, and threw the windproof material he collected on her body, then sat neatly opposite her, staring at her in resistance.

He shouldn't have saved her at all.

Jing Shu was warm and cold, unconscious, huddled into a small ball beside the fire, still trembling violently, sweat dripped down his forehead, his thin lips were chapped, and he was in a mess.

Song Sipu watched coldly, he didn't want to save her, he didn't want to get close to her, he didn't want to have anything to do with this woman, he wanted to stay as far away as possible, and it was best to return everything she had done to him before anyone knew it. Get rid of her!
She shouldn't have been saved at all!But somehow he couldn't let her go!

This kind of "secret and inexplicable" is very dangerous. It grew from the bottom of his heart the moment she fell into the sea, and made him feel a kind of secret shame and guilt. If this woman perceives this emotion, it is easy for her to catch and use it , this woman is absolutely terrifying!
She is like a vortex in the ocean with a strong desire to absorb, dragging everyone close to her into her deep sea. He doesn't want to be pulled into the bottomless abyss by her, he doesn't want to be sucked into a dangerous unknown area, and he doesn't want to fall into her deep sea!So I don't even want to contaminate a drop of water in her sea!Even if he wanted to turn this sea area upside down, he didn't want to get even a drop of water stains on it!

He can basically imagine what a painful deep-sea swamp it would be if he fell into her waters!It will only get deeper and deeper, and there will be no possibility of escape!
The cold wind and slanting rain poured in, and Jing Shu curled up, her torn clothes were soaked, like a mermaid washed ashore from the sea, muttering something in her mouth, "I missed my appointment... I missed my appointment... The child..." was indistinct and out of syllables.

Song Sipu looked at her with an angry face for a long while. After a fierce struggle and struggle in his thoughts, he finally got up and took off her wet clothes one by one. Using the physical cooling method, he used a wet shirt as a towel, twisted the rainwater and put it on the fire. The humidity was warm and warm, and then he helped her wipe her body. There were many wounds on her body. With sallow.

The wound on the back was especially serious, Song Sipu frowned, wouldn't this woman even know how to take care of herself?The basic wounds are not treated. Xu has been in prison. Song Sipu's attitude towards life and death is easy to handle. He simply cleaned the wound for her. After wiping her body over and over again, the temperature tended to ease. The suit fit her just right, and a store of dry firewood was added to the fire.

Just as he took his hand away from her forehead, Jing Shu suddenly grabbed his hand when unconscious, as if grabbing the last straw, and said something vaguely.

Song Sipu was shocked, and pulled his hand away from her like an electric shock, and sat back in his original position.

In the second half of the night, Jingshu’s burn was not so high. The strong wind and severe cold raged. Song Sipu’s footfall happened to be in the side recess of the rocky area at the foot of the mountain, covered by a raft. Song Sipu sat at the only vent , with the back facing outwards, blocking the slanting wind.

After the fire was extinguished, Jing Shu shivered coldly, continued to have a low-grade fever, and kept talking nonsense.

He got up and put on the tattered shirt that had been dried for her, Jing Shu's body softened, and she fell into his arms.

Song Sipu frowned for a moment, as if he had made some decision, he neither hugged her nor pushed her away, and let her nestle in his arms, covering her head and body with half of the suit jacket.

Jing Shu's consciousness is intermittent, she seems to be placed between the past and the reality, standing in the memory of her parents being alive and her brother and sister being harmonious, turning around is Ji Linjiang's fickle and sullen face, mixed with the innocent crying of the child, and the daily Tossing and lingering every night, those love affairs split the memory of being imprisoned and tore out the wound of humiliation.

The servants lead her around on an iron chain. When she is quiet, they take off her mouth gag, and when she screams violently and madly, they put it on her again, as if there is no sugar for disobedient , when she was obedient, she would have sweets, repeated over and over again, and finally wiped away her emotions and all her personality as Min Jingshu, so all her worries and courage to live were condensed on that new life, out of maternal love Instinct, never can never give up.

The body was warm and cold, she absorbed the only warmth, clinging to the continuous heat, grasping the only floating object on the sea surface, in order to prevent herself from sinking to the bottom of the sea, she held on tightly and refused to let go.

He didn't sleep all night, motionless, Jing Shu hugged him too tightly, as if he was afraid of losing, plundering with no sense of security, like a baby greedy for arms, hugging him tightly, giving him all the reliance.

Song Sipu had never discovered that a woman could have so many tears. She cried drowsily all night, mumbled something in her mouth, and couldn't hear clearly. All she knew was that her tears cut across his chest like a knife. The skin on his body was scorching hot, and it flowed like a river, which didn't stop all night.

In his memory, Jin Qiao was a very strong girl. Before the two "separated from life to death", he seldom saw Jin Qiao's tears. She was always afraid that he would worry, so she smiled brightly. From the moment he met Jin Qiao , she is such a strong and kind girl, always thinking of others, always worrying about others, obviously she is the one who needs protection most.

Sincere, simple, friendly, and kind, she shines on everyone like a little sun and trusts everyone.

After the two reunited after a long absence, Jinqiao's tears increased. They were worried about him, touched by the reunion, and shed tears for the long parting, which made people feel pity and tenderness.

Jin Qiao's tears are different from this woman's tears.

This woman's tears are like hot burning knives. There are bursts of pain when they pass across the chest. They are heavy and painful. She hugs his waist like she is hugging the whole world. In front of her chest, her body was very hot, with her unique love-hate edges and corners, which made him shudder slightly.

This woman's body is also different from Jin Qiao's.

Jin Qiao's body was soft and warm.

This woman's body is very lustful and taboo, and she looks like a hot-tempered person who acts swiftly and resolutely.

When the sky was about to dawn, the flush on Jing Shu's skin faded, she seemed to regain consciousness, and moved in his arms.

Song Sipu frowned, opened his suit jacket, and suddenly picked up her arm and dragged her to the beach where she stayed, almost dragging Jingshu along the way without hesitation.

Jing Shu woke up from the jolt, and saw Song Si Pu's striding back, he was holding her arm with one hand, dragging her on the ground like a piece of rag, Jing Shu was slightly annoyed and weak, " what are you doing!"