Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

The sky is clear, and the typhoon comes and goes quickly.

After Mo Qing and the others cleaned up the surrounding area of ​​the camp, it was already night.

After a brief dinner, Lin Yuyan and Zhang Yiming had already entered the cabin to sleep.

Mo Qing and Han Ling were in charge of guarding the first half of the night.

Mo Qing took out a mud basin and filled it with cold water.

This mud pot is handmade by them.

Choose sticky soil, add an appropriate amount of water, squeeze out the shape of the pot, and then dry it with a high fire.

The workmanship is rough, but it is no problem to hold things.

Besides basins, they also made other utensils, such as cups and bowls.

Mo Qing held the clay pot in front of Han Ling, and he squatted down, "Take off your shoes."

"it is good"

Han Ling took off his shoes, a pair of white and tender feet submerged in the water.

"It's so cold!"

"How long have you just been sprained? You were supposed to apply cold compresses, but we don't have ice cubes, so we can only use cold water. You can just let it go."

Mo Qing reached out and touched her left ankle, the sprained part was still red and swollen.

"I can wash that myself, don't bother you," Han Ling said softly.

Mo Qing carefully observed her red and swollen parts, "I'm not helping you wash your feet, but massage and massage for you to relax your tendons and activate collaterals, so that the red and swollen parts can quickly go down."

There is no cure for bruises and sprains in their medicines, and they can only rely on their own self-healing ability to recover.

Mo Qing helped her massage and massage, which can speed up the speed of recovery.

On a desert island, mobility is a very troublesome thing.

"Oh, I'll trouble you then"

"Um"

Mo Qing's hand stroked her ankle, and her nimble fingers massaged the surrounding acupuncture points.

His pressure was appropriate, and the pressure was very comfortable. Han Ling could even feel a little heat on the part being massaged.

However, she was somewhat unaccustomed to being touched by a man.

Toe gripping.

"If you continue to pick the pot with your right foot like this, you will break the clay pot," Mo Qing joked.

Only then did Han Ling realize that he was too nervous.

The right foot left soaking in the basin immediately relaxed.

"Are your feet sensitive?" Mo Qing asked.

"Um"

"Oh, no wonder you reacted so badly that night"

Han Ling's face turned red with a swipe. Both of them knew what happened that night.

"You, how dare you say that I haven't settled with you yet, so bully me like that"

Han Ling pouted, looking very cute.

"Then believe it or not, I'll bully you again"

Mo Qing smiled and stretched out her fingers on the soles of her feet.

Han Ling shook his head again and again, "No, if you do this again, I, I..."

In the middle of her speech, she stopped.

Because Han Ling didn't know what to say.

She found that as long as she saw Mo Qing's face, it was very easy to speak incoherently, especially when the atmosphere was ambiguous.

She used to be a billionaire president, as long as she said no, no one would dare to refute her.

But since meeting Mo Qing, she no longer has the aura she once had in the company.

Just in front of him.

Those who are in adversity will love those who have helped them.

She is the president of the company, with extraordinary status and worth, but after all, she is just a girl in her twenties.

Mo Qing withdrew her finger, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, after pressing it, you can soak for a while longer"

He shook his wet hands and casually dried them with his clothes.

Han Ling looked at his feet, recalling the feeling when Mo Qing rubbed them just now.

"Your massage technique is very good. Before, my ankle was a little sore, but now I don't feel much."

"That's right, after all, my dream is to be a massage technician, so I still have some skills."

Han Ling smiled, she seemed to think of something, hooked her fingers, "Mo Qing, come here for a while"

Mo Qing looked at her suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"You come here first"

Seeing her uncharacteristic expression, Mo Qing immediately became alert, wouldn't she still be angry because of what happened last time?

"What do you say first, I can't think about it anymore"

Han Ling's smile subsided, and he said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, I won't make it through! If you don't come, I'll go there by myself."

Mo Qing had no choice but to walk over timidly, always on guard against Han Ling's Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

This girl has no other ability, but her hand hurts when pinching someone.

Mo Qing has experienced it several times.

The truth is unbearable.

The key point is that he also likes to pinch people's waists, which is simply too much.

"What do you want to do? I sell my body, not my art"

"Of course I want to repay you for saving me"

"what?"

Before Mo Qing could react, Han Ling wrapped his arms around his neck.

A deep kiss.

The soft touch between the lips instantly made Mo Qing's mind go blank.

I was kissed by someone?

The lips and teeth of the two separated.

"Okay, I've already paid the reward, and we're done," Han Ling said with a smile.

Her expression looked relaxed and calm, but her heart was beating wildly.

Although when Mo Qing was in a coma before, Han Ling kissed him mouth to mouth dozens of times in order to feed him water.

But Mo Qing was unconscious at that time, but now he is awake, and his nature is different.

Mo Qing touched her lips, recovering from the initial bewilderment.

The corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning up, "I'm the creditor, and I'll settle the debt only if I say it's settled."

Mo Qing pinched her chin with his hand, lowered his head and kissed her again.

As if he felt that kissing the lips was not enough, he kissed Han Ling's face and neck down again.

His hands were not idle either, he wrapped his arms around her waist and explored downwards.

"No, you are too much, Yuyan and the others are still inside"

Han Ling reached out to push Mo Qing.

But she couldn't push it at all.

Or rather, she didn't use much force.

Mo Qing thinks about it too. He almost entered the arena last time, but Zhang Yiming interrupted him as soon as he came.

In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, Mo Qing directly embraced the princess and led Han Ling into the woods.

He didn't believe it anymore, Zhang Yiming would chase him to the woods in his spare time.

If it really comes, the legs will be broken and the hands will be discounted, and the person will be called an idiot.

"You, you bastard" Han Ling grabbed Mo Qing's collar and cursed in a low voice.

Her scolding was almost like coquetry.

Mo Qing giggled, and walked into the woods not long after.

The light from the fire in the distance can shine here, but it won't be too bright, just enough to make people in front of us faintly visible.

Han Ling's face, as red as an apple, was so tender and emerald that one couldn't help but want to take a sip.

Mo Qing licked his lips, and a wall dong forced Han Ling to the tree.

"You are mine tonight!"

He whispered in Han Ling's ear.

Mo Qing's hand has already started to untie her clothes.

Han Ling seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, but before the clothes were untied, she suddenly pressed Mo Qing's hand.

"and many more"

"Can't wait"

"No, behind you, look behind!" Han Ling pointed to the bushes not far away.

Mo Qing frowned, he withdrew his hand, and turned to look.

There were bursts of rustling sounds in the bushes, and a pair of glowing eyes stared at the two of them in the gap between the leaves.