"Hungry." Su Qiao rubbed her growling stomach.
She had been secretly moved here from home, and she had no idea how much time had passed.
But judging by how hungry she was, it had been at least two days.
"Then..."
Li Jingtai's eyes lit up, and he was just about to speak.
Su Qiao smiled lightly. "I can cook for myself, so sorry for the trouble."
Li Jingtai: "..." He had overplayed his hand and gotten himself into a hole. What was he supposed to do?
"Xiao Qiao, how can you do it yourself? What if the cooking fumes damage your skin? What if your hands become rougher and rougher?"
"Those slender, fair, delicate hands of yours weren't meant for this kind of hard work. I couldn't bear to let you do it, either."
"Hehe, you don't need to worry about that. There are plenty of plants on this island, so I'm sure there are plenty of medicinal herbs, too. I'll just make some face masks or something when the time comes."
Su Qiao smiled as she walked toward the balcony and surveyed their surroundings.
Sure enough, apart from the endless sea stretching beyond sight, all she could see was a lush green forest.
"This really is a deserted island."
The only building on it was the house where they lived.
At least for now, this was the only house she had seen.
Hearing her exclamation, Li Jingtai got down from the bed.
Because of the chain, he nearly tripped.
"What a sweet burden."
Looking at the shackles on his feet, Li Jingtai gave a helpless, bitter smile.
Then he hopped slowly toward the balcony.
"Xiao Qiao, this island is beautiful, and it's quite large, too. I'll take you around to have a look. You're sure to like it."
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