365 Days On A Remote Island With A Lady Painter
Wait, I'll Put on Pants first!

"I can explain..." I put my pants on. I feel bad to let Patricia see me without her pants, but she'll see her sooner or later. Letting him see first is also good for his inner preparation, so that he knows that I am….

I looked at Patricia: "Listen to my explanation, I'm hurt..."

“Ah! You bastard, my eyes are so dirty!” shouting Patricia. He closed his eyes and looked at me through the slit of his fingers, his face reddish and his heart pounding.

"I've been wearing my pants. You can open your eyes." I said.

“Basic bastard.” Patricia took a handful of sand and threw it at me. "Ka .. if you want to take off the pants can go there.”

Patricia said with a shy blush.

“Keep, why did you take off my clothes? Are you looking for an opportunity in narrowness, huh?!” Patricia said spoiled.

I heard his spoiled tone, so I sat next to him smiling and looking at him: "You forgot yeah, we're out of bed. eh wrong, we jumped off the boat and got drenched. Looks like you got a fever, so I took off your clothes."

I touched his forehead, it's still a little hot.

Patricia suddenly blushed, her eyes dodged and did not dare to look directly at me.

When I saw her, she must have remembered her hanging from my body. At a time like this, we can only assume that this has never happened before, otherwise it would be very awkward.

Patricia and I leaned side by side, besides warming ourselves near the campfire, we didn't know what else to talk about.

"Where are you doing now, do you still have a headache?" My toot.

Patricia touched her forehead: "I'm just a little dizzy."

He looked at the stars in the sky, and suddenly leaned his head on my shoulder: "Some of these days time feels long, like a century has passed."

"Yes, every day here is long." I sighed, "No cell phones, no computers, and no books. Even food and clothing are a problem. Who wants to live here?"

“We can definitely go from here, right?” Patricia asked me all of a sudden.

I nodded, "It can definitely."

“Thank you.” Patricia said: “Although you are a perverted person, but you are also a good person.”

I spontaneously nodded, "Of course I'm a good person."

So if he agrees, can I hold his thigh?

“I want to go to the toilet.” Patricia suddenly blushed and looked at me, “How dong, no tissue..”.

I'm dumbfounded... Primadona wants to go to the toilet alone must use a tissue, but on this island there is absolutely no tissue.

“Yes, no tissue, how about the leaves?” I said unconsciously.

“Just turn it off you!” Patricia hit me and turned her head: “I'll find my own way.”

Patricia walked to the side of the large tree and squatted down.

Not two seconds have passed.

“Mist... Come here for a moment.” Patricia said suddenly.

My heart is beating fast, is he giving me a code? Why did he ask me to go there?

I walked up to him in boxer shorts.

Patricia poked her head out from behind the bushes: "I'm afraid of the dark, can you accompany me here.”. She was so embarrassed, as a famous artist, she had never urinated in front of a man.

I'm nodding.

Patricia added: "Don't look!"

I'd love to peek, but the problem is midnight like this I can't see it either.

After a while, Patricia got up and walked out of the grass with a flushed face and her head bowed.

Of course, I also don't know what he used to clean it up, but he didn't say anything, I can only guess something, a primodana who has always been in the upper circles, he said, a famous artist, forced to become a very helpless figure.

I want to laugh at Patricia's stature. He's like a kitten with dirty claws. He wanted to clean his claws, but did not know what to do.

After a while, Patricia put her hand on the ground, then cleaned her hand with sand, after which she leaned on the stone, and took a branch to add to the fire.