Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

Facing Han Ling's offensive, Mo Qing naturally did not let him go.

He also stretched out his toes to scratch Han Ling's jade feet.

Compared with Mo Qing's rough skin and thick flesh, he is not afraid of itching.

Han Ling couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't help but want to laugh when he moved a little.

She suppressed her smile and didn't take her foot back, so she chose to confront Mo Qing head-on.

"Hey, don't surrender yet"

The speed of Mo Qing's toe twitching accelerated a bit.

Han Ling grasped the sponge pad under her body with all her strength, her face was flushed, she felt her whole body was itching, and she burst into tears as she held back her smile.

"Hmm~"

Han Ling groaned unconsciously, and the hair on her forehead was wet with sweat, sticking to her face.

And Mo Qing's speed is still accelerating.

She could no longer bear it anymore, and if it continued like this, she would really not be able to bear it.

Han Ling wanted to take back the jade feet and stop fighting with Mo Qing.

But at this moment, a hand grabbed her jade feet.

Han Ling was shocked, and put more strength on her legs, but no matter how hard she tried, those hands were like two pliers, making her legs unable to move.

Mo Qing grabbed Han Ling's right foot with one hand, and scratched the sole of her foot with the other hand.

"Quick, let me go"

When Han Ling spoke, he always groaned unconsciously.

Through the curtain, Mo Qing couldn't see her expression, but hearing that moan made his heart itch.

He is a normal grown man with a desire for sex.

Especially when facing a beautiful woman every day, it is naturally impossible to say that there is no normal man's reaction.

Mo Qing's hand caressed her jade feet, they were soft, plump and thin, and smooth, very nice to the touch.

Mo Qing is sitting now, and through the gap in the curtain, he can vaguely see Han Ling's behavior behind the curtain.

The orange-red firelight seeping in from outside the cabin shone on her delicate face, and sweat dripped from her flushed face.

Her demeanor seemed to be enjoying and seemed to be resisting.

Mo Qing suddenly had a bad idea, and his fingers moved up little by little, from the sole of the foot to the calf, and then to the thigh.

Han Ling could clearly feel that evil hand sliding upwards.

She exclaimed in a low voice, and the jade hand that grabbed the mattress hurriedly stopped this evil hand.

"No, stop playing, don't, don't do this!" Han Ling's eyes flustered.

She said no, but in fact, she didn't use much strength with her hands.

As long as Mo Qing exerted a little force, he could break through her defense and continue to march upwards.

There is a feeling of wanting to refuse and welcome.

But the evil hand did not move forward, but retreated.

Han Ling was in a complicated mood.

She originally thought that Mo Qing was going to withdraw his troops like this, but unexpectedly, she felt an itching on her right foot again.

"How is it? Do you still dare to play with me? Just ask if you are afraid?" Mo Qing said with a smirk.

Han Ling naturally refused to admit defeat, and said stubbornly, "I, I'm not afraid!"

While speaking, she kicked Mo Qing with her left foot, trying to drive him away.

Mo Qing simply grabbed both of her jade feet and scratched them together.

This time the excitement is doubled.

Han Ling was still gritting his teeth, while swinging his legs frantically, trying to break free.

Finally, with her relentless persistence, her right leg broke free.

Then he kicked Mo Qing.

"Hey, you still dare to kick me, see if I don't give you some color."

Mo Qing grasped one of her jade legs with both hands, and pulled her back.

Before Han Ling could react, he was pulled towards him.

At this moment, Han Ling's long legs were clamped around Mo Qing's waist, she was lying flat, while the latter was half sitting.

The posture of the two is very strange.

The curtain was also drawn.

The two looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Mo Qing looked at this charming and lovely person in front of him, his lower abdomen seemed to be burning with fire, he bent down.

Han Ling opened his mouth, as if to stop him, but he didn't say anything.

"Old Mo, Lao Mo, did something happen to you? Why was the cabin shaking just now?"

Seeing movement on the hull, Zhang Yiming stepped forward to inquire.

His voice immediately broke the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Han Ling quickly stepped back and moved his legs away from Mo Qing's waist.

"It's okay, I had a nightmare," Mo Qing said.

"Oh, what nightmare?" Zhang Yiming asked with concern.

There was killing intent in Mo Qing's tone, "I dreamed that you were torn into pieces, and there were no bones left!"

"Hey, that's really a nightmare!" Zhang Yiming already had a picture in his mind, "If it's okay, you can sleep for a while, and it will be your night watch later."

After saying that, he left.

Mo Qing looked at the curtain in front of him that had been lowered again, and he quietly raised a corner to look inside.

"Well, Han Ling, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Han Ling curled up on the mattress, "Nothing happened just now, sleep well, and you have to keep watch later."

Tonight is destined to be a night with regrets.

Mo Qing was almost depressed.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He already suffered from insomnia, and now he couldn't even sleep.

Mo Qing got up and walked out of the cabin. Zhang Yiming, who was watching the night outside, saw him coming out and said, "Old Mo, it's not time for shift change yet, why did you come out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qing directly gave him a set of combined punches.

Had to let off steam tonight.

Since Han Ling's side was out of action, Zhang Yiming, a good brother, naturally had to feel wronged.

"Fuck, Lao Mo, what are you doing? Ya Die, don't, don't stop!"

Lin Yuyan looked at the picture of philosophy and suddenly felt strange.

After the bastard punch, Mo Qing instantly felt refreshed.

"Okay, I'll watch the rest of the night, go back and rest." He smiled kindly.

Zhang Yiming straightened his messy clothes with tears in his eyes, looking like a resentful young woman.

"Dog man, woo woo woo!"

He wept and walked back to the cabin.

Mo Qing casually sat on a chair dismantled from the boat, "Yuyan, go back and rest too."

"Well, Brother Mo, I'm going first."

As soon as she left with her front foot, Han Ling stepped out with her back foot.

Under the firelight, Mo Qing found that Han Ling's clothes were not the ones he wore before dinner.

So he asked curiously, "Why did you change your clothes?"

"The clothes were wet with sweat, and they were uncomfortable to wear, so I changed them," Han Ling explained.