Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Mo Qing had a fight before, and he was seriously injured and weak.

There was another heavy rain, and now the fire was out and there was a cold wind.

Fever is inevitable.

Han Ling looked anxious. Cold and fever are common diseases. He just needs to take some antipyretics, rest more, and drink more hot water. The symptoms will be relieved in a short time until he recovers.

But now their situation is difficult even to drink hot water.

Without a container, hot water cannot be boiled.

As for medicine, let alone think about it.

There was a medical kit in the original camp, but it was raining too much outside and it was impossible to go back.

Prolonged high fever can cause irreversible damage to the human body.

Cause a series of diseases.

Han Ling was quick to wit, she picked up a piece of clothing and walked to the entrance of the cave, and wet the whole piece of clothing with rainwater.

Wring it dry, and bake it on the fire for a while, let the clothes warm up, and then cover Mo Qing's forehead to physically cool down.

This is a very time-consuming method.

But besides this method, Han Ling couldn't find any other effective method.

In addition to physically cooling the forehead, she also wiped other parts of Mo Qing's body with clothes to lower the body surface temperature.

Been busy for a long time again.

It wasn't until Mo Qing's body temperature dropped a little that she was able to rest for a while.

Mo Qing's wet clothes were already dry, so Han Ling helped him put them on.

In order to prevent him from catching a cold again, Han Ling simply hugged him to sleep.

This day will pass quickly.

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The tip of the nose smelled a burst of fragrance.

His chest seemed to be pressed down by a boulder, and he was a little out of breath.

This boulder doesn't seem so hard, it's very soft.

Also with temperature.

Mo Qing was a little confused, what kind of stone can have so many buffs?

Stone people?

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at what was pressing on his chest.

Into the eye, is a piece of white.

Mo Qing closed his eyes again in disbelief, then opened them, then closed them again.

Eventually, he was convinced that he didn't seem to be dreaming.

Lying in his arms was a person.

What the hell?I remember that I was fighting with Ye Yuan and the others before?
Why is there suddenly a person in my arms?
Wait, it can't be Ye Yuan, can it?
No, no, it's impossible, the hair is so long, it should be a woman.

If Ye Yuan was lying naked in his arms, Mo Qing would rather die.

He looked around, it should be a cave.

woman, cave?
Associating them together, Mo Qing immediately understood.

I must have been taken into a cave by a wild woman to be my husband!
Isn't this so nonsense?
Where are the savages on the desert island?

Mo Qing moved his numb arm, as if his whole arm had been pricked by thousands of needles.

Very sour.

Enduring the discomfort, he pushed away the face of the woman in his arms that was covered by her hair.

It was a delicate face, like Nuwa's most delicate artwork.

After seeing this face, Mo Qing felt that he must be dreaming.

How could Han Ling lie down next to him with no clothes on, and still act so intimately.

He pinched the flesh on his arm with his hands, but he didn't feel any pain at all, so he must be dreaming.

Lying in his arms, Han Ling opened his eyes resentfully, "Why are you pinching my arm?"

Mo Qing smiled and let go, "Does it hurt?"

"What do you say!"

After working hard all day yesterday, Han Ling, who was already sleep deprived, was now pinched awake by Mo Qing, which made him angry.

He pinched the soft flesh on Mo Qing's waist with his hands.

He grinned in pain.

"Damn it, let go, big sister, I was wrong." Mo Qing hurriedly begged for mercy.

Han Ling snorted coldly, and then let go of his hand.

Mo Qing rubbed her waist, thinking to herself: It hurts so much, am I dreaming?

Didn't I sleep with Han Ling?

At this moment, Han Ling had already stood up, and she forcefully picked up her clothes by the fire and put them on.

Before she fell asleep with Mo Qing in her arms yesterday, she wanted to wait for the clothes to dry before putting them on again, but she fell asleep right away until now.

There was no time to wear clothes.

Fortunately, this is not the first time, she is not as shy as before.

It's still embarrassing, but within a tolerable range.

As the saying goes, once tight, twice loose.

Han Ling went from being nervous the first time to being relaxed now.

Mo Qing stared blankly at her back, why did this scene look so much like a scumbag slapping his ass and leaving after having a good time.

"Ahem, Han Ling, nothing happened to us yesterday, right?" Mo Qing smiled.

He very much hoped that Han Ling would say no. After all, he was in a coma last night. If something happened, he would have no feeling or memory at all.

Isn't it a big loss for yourself?

Cool, this kind of thing can never be experienced by only one person.

Han Ling thought for a while, then said, "What do you think?"

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think, was I good last night?" Mo Qing patted his waist, "I think I should be pretty good."

Although he doesn't have the slightest memory, Mo Qing can be sure that he is absolutely leveraged.

My old Mo's ability has always been very strong.

Ancestral!
Han Ling: "..."

"No, nothing happened"

She was afraid that Mo Qing would continue to think wildly, his unhealthy brain would produce too much yellow waste.

"With your state last night, what really happened, you can never see the sun today"

"So you put away your unhealthy thoughts"

Mo Qing pouted, feeling both happy and disappointed.

Glad nothing happened.

Disappointed that nothing really happened.

The winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award belongs to it.

Mo Qing didn't notice that when Han Ling said this, he touched his lips subconsciously.

Nothing happened yesterday.

"You said something wrong, even if it happened yesterday, I still can't see the sun today, because it's cloudy outside"

Mo Qing looked outside the cave entrance, the rain was not so heavy, but the sky was still extremely gloomy.

No daylight could be seen.

Judging only from the brightness of the clouds, it should be daytime now.

"Do you feel better now?" Han Ling asked with concern.

She had seen those horrible scars on Mo Qing's body.

Mo Qing sighed, "It's not very good, yesterday was fine, but today I feel like I'm going to fall apart when I move my body, my whole body hurts,

Especially my leg, I can’t even move it, I guess it’s going to be disabled.”

"Ah? So what should I do? There is no doctor here, and I don't understand these things"

"Why don't you beat my legs for me, while I'm still a little conscious," Mo Qing said sadly.

"it is good"

Han Ling nodded and beat his leg for him.

Mo Qing leaned against the stone wall, looking at Han Ling who was serving her like a little maid, and secretly pleased.

Although the wounds on his body looked terrifying, they were all superficial wounds, and they would not hurt bones or internal organs, just recuperating for a period of time.

After all, people only rely on fists and feet, without weapons, and unless they hit fatal parts, the damage they cause is limited after all.

"Don't just hammer the left leg, but also the right leg. Do you understand that the rain and dew are all wet?"

"it is good"

Han Ling obediently followed Mo Qing's request. She is still blaming herself. If it wasn't for herself, Mo Qing would not have been hurt.

"I feel that there is something wrong with my shoulder now, please help me squeeze my shoulder later."

"Hmm, is there anything else you feel uncomfortable about?"

Mo Qing thought for a while, and then asked: "One more thing, can you tell me, did we really not do anything last night?"

Finally, a beautiful woman threw herself into her arms, but he didn't do anything. Is this still human?

It's not as good as a beast.

This is losing the face of the old Mo family!

"Even if you covet my beauty and the tyrant bows to me, I won't mind."

Han Ling hesitated, she was wondering whether to tell the story of feeding him water with her mouth.

Seeing her hesitate, Mo Qing's eyes sparkled, he knew that with his looks, even a woman couldn't stand it.

"Actually, yesterday we..."

"What are we talking about?"

Mo Qing supported the ground with her hands, and moved forward a little distance with her legs.

Han Ling was about to speak when he suddenly realized something was wrong, "Didn't you say that you can't move your legs?"

"Ahem, it's not important, don't care about these details"

Han Ling immediately realized that he had been deceived again, "Okay, you dare to lie to me again, I think you are looking for a fight!"

"Don't, don't, grandma, I'm a sick person, I don't deal with sick people like this."