365 Days On A Remote Island With A Lady Painter
This Tent is Full of Women!

Hah, I'm so lucky.

I nodded: "It's all for the sake of saving you, no need to care about a small thing like this."

"You still dare to say it!" The bule woman raised her soft white thighs in annoyance and kicked me.

He forgot that his thigh was injured. As soon as he lifted his leg, the wound on his thigh was torn, he screamed to lose his balance and fell down.

My hand response was quick and immediately grabbed her hip, and I subconsciously squeezed it.

Soft and supple.

The bully's eyes glazed over, he glared at me angrily, and shouted: "Get your hands off!"

“Oh.” I'll release him immediately.

Then, the bule woman fell to the ground.

He rubbed his buttocks, then raised his head and looked at me furiously, "Why is there a man like you!"

"What's wrong with me, I just saved your life." I glanced at.

“Why are you being chased by that primitive man?” my many.

"It's none of your business." The bule woman stood up and walked two steps, then fell back to the ground.

"Still dare to say it's none of my business, if I didn't care about you, you would have died.” I shook my head and squatted down to check on his wound.

The wound started bleeding again, not too deep, but very long.

I crouched down and raised her legs with my hands to look at her: "It's okay, it's not a serious wound, it just needs bandages."

As soon as I lowered my head, I suddenly saw the inside end of the stockings of the lower body of the bule woman... This sight instantly made my blood soar.

"How dare you peek!" The bule woman was so angry that she punched me.

I turned the other way and coughed a few times, "Who told you to wear such short clothes I'll help you wrap your wounds, you tear your stockings first."

"I can't raise my hand." The bule woman said weakly.

"Then I help." I don't mind helping her take her stockings off.

"Can't!" The lady yelled, "My friend is not far from here, you can help me get home."

I ignored him, then reached out and tore off the stockings that had wounds.

I wrapped the wound in stockings, "Let's go, I'll pick you up."

"Ms." The bule woman did not fight me this time, and obediently let me carry her. We walked towards the tent he pointed at.

Through conversations along the way, I already knew his name.

Elizabeth.

She said she was British and her mother Indonesian, so she gave her own name to Elizabeth.

I muttered for a moment, this name is pretty good.

"Where's the tent you're talking about?" I asked him.

After walking for a while, he finally saw the tent he was referring to, in a cave deep in this forest.

There were three other friends inside that tent!

And all women!

They're all so beautiful!

After walking for over an hour, I finally took Elizabeth back to the tent she was referring to.

Goa underground.

Stalactites hang from above with a height of over ten meters. The stalactites emit various colors of light, the temperature inside is very high, the cave inside is also very large, and there is enough space to accommodate the survivors.

I was amazed by the beauty of the cave, this was an unparalleled place for survivors.

Most importantly, there were a few tents in front!

There are tables and chairs too!

It really is like a camp!

“This is your camp? How is there a tent?” my many.

Elizabeth shook her head: "I don't know, these tents were already there when we found this place."

“How long have you guys been staying on this island?” ask again.

Because I remember that in the last few years there was no news of a plane crash.

“Have... more than a month?” Elizabeth frowned and thought.

"Naomi! Rose!"

"Where are you guys?" shouted Elizabeth.

There was no one in the tent.