This Island is too Fierce

The cool sea breeze blew against the bodies of the two people who were sleeping soundly on the deck.

"Mm." Fu Xi moved her arm and opened her eyes. Gong Hao's familiar deep breathing was in her ears, and his arm was still around her waist.

Looking at the sky, it was probably almost noon. Fu Xi pushed Gong Hao's arm away and was about to sit up.

"Are you awake?" Gong Hao asked. Seeing her get up, he gently pinched her cheeks. "Why don't you sleep a little more?"

"I don't want to sleep anymore. I'm too hungry." Fu Xi yawned and was about to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Gong Hao was no longer sleepy and followed beside her. The two of them took bread and milk and ate and drank by the side of the boat.

Fu Xi suddenly pointed not far away with a serious expression. "Ah Hao, look."

Gong Hao looked in the direction she was pointing at. It was a black island.