Lin Shuang, struggling, managed to swim to the secluded island with two women.
This was a small island, with no survival supplies, not even the coconut trees commonly seen in films.
The two women lay on the island, panting heavily.
Li Zhilin felt a dull pain in the root of her thigh. She looked down and discovered that under her dress... there was a shard of glass piercing her left thigh.
This was... a piece of glass that accidentally pierced her inner thigh when the plane exploded.
Li Zhilin's delicate face turned pale; she felt her thigh hurting more and more, with blood oozing from the wound.
Lin Shuang also noticed her injury.
"You're hurt? Let me see," Lin Shuang said, wanting to check her wound.
But Li Zhilin's body gently trembled, "No... it's inconvenient..."
After all, the wound was at the root of her thigh...
"At a time like this, who cares?" Lin Shuang said nonchalantly.
He lifted Li Zhilin's skirt and spread open her fair, long legs.
