365 Days On A Remote Island With A Lady Painter
Sexy Famous Artist!

“What you want to do!” Patricia looked at me cautiously.

“I want to clean the wound.” I looked at him with a laugh.

Because of my laughter, Patricia increasingly felt that I was not a good person, but other than me there was no one else who could help her.

I stared at her smooth legs behind the black stockings and began to gulp. Then stretched out a hand, slowly pulling the stockings that covered the wound and tearing them with all his might.

"Ah, pain tofu!"

On the side of Patricia's groin, there was a 35 cm long wound, blood and sea water mixed into one.

I carefully tore the black stockings apart, but accidentally touched the wound.

Bree!

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

"Why are you going to clean my wounds?" tanyakanya.

“What else can I use? Maybe using saliva, here there is no mineral water, so can only use saliva.” I replied casually.

“Ah! Can't!” this famous artist immediately blushed in embarrassment, it seemed like he thought that I would clean the wound by directly licking it.

"What do you think I'm gonna use?" I looked at her, and to be honest, her extraordinarily smooth legs must have been very comfortable to lick, but right now, the scent of the sea was making me out of the mood.

 “Your saliva is too dirty! Can't!” Patricia blushed in embarrassment, but I saw some disgust emanating from her eyes.

When I saw her feeling disgusted, I immediately let go, "Alright then, you just do it yourself."

“Your wounds have been submerged in sea water to whiten, if you do not immediately treat it then prepare your legs will be amputated, many are praying, I no longer care.” After I finished speaking, I turned around and sat down.

"You!" This sexy famous artist was very upset, and after thinking about it, she began to compromise, "Alright, you alone, my throat is too dry."

"okay." I walked over, "This is also due to force, you hold on for a while."

After that, I spat on some wounds and stretched out my hand to wipe them carefully.

Her legs felt soft and smooth, her skin was really very smooth, the artist was indeed different!

I touched her for a few minutes, and when I looked up, I saw her looking at me, I smiled and said, "Here you go, I'll bandage her wound, put your foot up."

Patricia raised her leg unhappily to let me bandage her wound.

I stood up and saw the dazzling sunlight. The temperature and heat of the sun on this island are too high. I need to find shelter to avoid evaporation of water.

Fresh water sources here are very few, so it should not be a waste of water.

“Come, go to the forest, there is cooler, maybe you can still find water there.” I looked up and looked into the distance. Deep inside the island, there seemed to be a mountain of snow.

You must be curious, how can there be snow mountains on a tropical island like this?

It's good to be curious, I'm also very curious.

Maybe the height of the island is too high?

But at least this is good news with the snow mountains. If the snow melts, there will be a river! The existence of a river means that it proves that there is water!

I looked for a thicker wooden stick, then gave it to Patricia, and asked her to follow me, "Don't stay away from me, you have to be careful, on this island there may be snakes and insects.”

I deliberately said that because I knew that Patricia was most afraid of snakes and insects.

Sure enough, after hearing what I said, Patricia immediately hid behind me, clutching me tightly with one hand and leaning back.

I felt something soft sticking to my body, and I felt very comfortable.

After walking several hundred meters, there were several coconut trees near the edge of the forest.

I asked him to stand under the tree, "I'll go get some coconuts, you're downstairs to pick up some stones.”

“Oh yes, you be careful,” Patricia said.

“No need to worry, I am used to climbing trees from childhood to adulthood.” I spoke while taking off my sandals and then climbing up.

I had just climbed a meter or two, I couldn't stand it anymore, this layer of bark on the tree trunk almost hurt my hands and feet.

I shook my head, then looked for a thin branch of a tree, and shook it vigorously, after shaking it for ten minutes, dozens of coconuts fell.

“OK, it's been more than a dozen, it's enough for me and you eat for two or three days now.” I rested for a while and started crushing the coconut with a stone.

“Nih for you, coconut water is very good, fruit flesh in it can also make you resist hunger.” I gave the opened coconut to Patricia.

“Thank you.” Patricia said in a small voice. At least enough to add moisture.

Patricia suddenly let out a long sigh and asked, "What's your name?"