365 Days On A Remote Island With A Lady Painter
Where's My Skirt?

People who are very interested in the thighs of women will definitely turn into hungry wolves when they see them.

I let out a breath.

I lowered my head, pointed my mouth towards the wound, then with all my might sucked and sucked his blood out, then spat it out.

It could be felt from her beautiful legs, as if the nerves in her body were getting bigger and making her skin tighten, so it was clear that she was trembling.

"It." I cleared my throat, "There should be no problem, I'll massage it."

Zhafira opened her eyes, "Well, is there no need to use medicine?"

Using drugs? Is there still medicine on a remote island like this?

"This thing can stop the bleeding." I said, taking a handful of leaves into my mouth and chewing them, "I'll apply it for you."

"Huh, no need, I can move, I can do it alone." Zhafira blushed in embarrassment, and quickly followed the way I took the leaves and chewed them.

I looked at this very charming rich lady, making my thoughts slightly off the mark.

A famous artist, and a rich woman, if both can be mine……

I immediately put aside this evil thought, now is not the right time to think about it, the most important thing is to survive.

Moreover, these two beautiful women are still wary of me and do not trust me at all. I need to gain their trust first.

After a while, Zhafira's energy recovered, and we continued on our way.

After returning to goa, Patricia was already waiting impatiently.

He stood under the cave and looking at me back, there was a clear radiance of excitement in his eyes.

I want to laugh when I see it.

A famous artist, so why? Usually always on top, there's always someone out there serving them. But on this remote island, shouldn't it still be dependent on me?

Patricia saw Zhafira and greeted her immediately, not expecting the two to know each other.

Come to think of it, naturally, one famous artist, one rich woman, they were people in the upper class, it was only natural that they knew each other.

Kruk Kruk.

The two women were embarrassed.

Zhafira looked at me: "Umm, we're hungry."

I ignored him and pointed at the coconut on the ground, "If you want to eat it, you can crush it with a stone."

"What's this? Not yet ripe, can this be eaten?” Zhafira frowned, "Take me something to eat for me!"

“How about you eat a scorpion, or a snake?” I broke the coconuts, gave most to myself and the other half to them.

A coconut clearly could not make the stomachs of three people become full.

During the day, the sun is getting hotter, the cave is becoming increasingly stuffy and hot.

Patricia glanced at me: "Care, where am I?!"

When he said that, I just remembered.

Patricia skirt is still used by the female monkey.

Her lower body part was now wearing only black stockings to cover her slender legs!

I saw those slender, beautiful legs. There was no need to say anything, this was really a temptation because she only wore black stockings.

Realizing the look in my eyes, Patricia hid behind Zhafira, and looked at me with displeased eyes.

"Huk, uhuk."

I pretended to cough a few times, "Your skirt was taken by those monkeys. I failed to catch up with him, and then I saved him."

“Ta, but I can't possibly not wear anything dong.” Patricia frowned.

"In addition you are still wearing *********** and... stockings?" I said.

“You're really perverted!” Zhafira. While talking, he took off his jacket and gave it to Patricia, “You used this to cover your legs first.”

Patricia nodded, and tied the denim jacket to her lower body.

I was a little disappointed, after this I could not see the beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.

"OK, later we just go to the beach to look for suitcases that may be left behind, who knows can find some clothes for you to change.”

I glanced at the two of them, "But, you two better listen to me, don't just hang around, otherwise, don't blame me when I don't care about you guys.”

"It's none of your business!" Zhafira.