Blue Sea and Blue Sky

Lu Yu's words reminded Song Zhi of something.

Five soldiers and her...

Going into the water together,

Swimming and bathing together in the wild?!

Ha! What kind of steamy plot is this?

Just thinking about it is exciting!

She immediately pictured some scenes unsuitable for anyone under eighteen...

Uh... that really is too shameless!

So acting all shy and coy now would seem a little fake. The apocalypse had arrived, and she had even ended up stranded on a deserted island. Some of her hang-ups were better left behind.

She quickly stripped off her clothes and trousers and jumped into the water in her tank top and shorts. The warm seawater washed away her exhaustion and the smell of gunpowder that had nearly soaked into her skin.

Just as she was enjoying herself in the shallow water, Lu Yu's ill-timed voice sounded in her ear again. "Come on, let your big brother give you a scrub and a back massage."

Song Zhi: "..."

Scrub my ass!

But Song Zhi really did get the royal treatment for a while. Lu Yu swam over and placed both hands on her shoulders, kneading them with just the right amount of pressure, neither too hard nor too soft. Her stiff, aching shoulders began to relax.

His large hands rhythmically tapped down Song Zhi's back from top to bottom, helping her muscles relax, especially her trapezius muscles.

But as he went on, he started getting handsy.

Song Zhi's cheeks flushed red in an instant. This brat is taking liberties with me!

"Why's your face red?" Lu Yu chuckled, asking a question he already knew the answer to. He lowered his head and blew in Song Zhi's ear, his lightly callused palm roaming over her waist and stomach. Acting like a courtesan, he said, "Oh... you've even got ab lines..."

Song Zhi closed her eyes. I'll put up with it!

One hand slid downward, giving her butt a couple of hard pats and a squeeze before he offered his highest praise. "Mm... your glutes are well trained too, firm and springy!"

The tiger opened her eyes. Like hell I'll put up with you!

Song Zhi promptly bent her arm and elbowed Lu Yu behind her. He grinned wickedly, let go of her, and backstroked away, hooking her foot as he went and tripping her.

Song Zhi lost her balance and fell backward, plunging beneath the water with a splash.

Eager to stir up more trouble, Lu Yu dived in after her. He reached out with one long arm and scooped Song Zhi up from the bottom, holding her firmly in his arms.

Song Zhi's arms naturally looped around Lu Yu's neck, and her legs wrapped around his lean waist. The position was rather intimate.

"All right, that's enough bathing. You'll catch a chill in a bit."

Lu Yu carried Song Zhi as he swam to shore and set her down on a dry rock. He rummaged through his backpack for a thick towel and helped dry her soaked hair. Only when it was mostly dry did he drape the towel over her shoulders and hand her a clean, oversized men's T-shirt.

One look was enough to tell that the shirt belonged to Lu Yu.

"Take off your wet clothes, dry yourself, and put this on for now. Sit here and don't move."

With that, Lu Yu picked up the combat uniform Song Zhi had taken off and put it with his own dirty clothes. Then, with his back to her, he washed both their clothes in the water.

Lu Yu's outrageous move left Song Zhi's jaw hanging open—he was washing her clothes!!!

Song Zhi: "..."

Song Zhi looked up at the sky, questioning her life. Did she really not have a heartthrob system?

When the others arrived, they saw Song Zhi sitting on a rock in Lu Yu's shirt, while their squad's normally decisive and ruthless sniper, his muscles perfectly defined, was washing a girl's clothes.

Wilk pressed one hand to his forehead and cursed, "Damn it, he beat us to it again. What's he showing off for?!"

The men who had spent all that time doing the dirty work felt as though the sky had fallen!

Hill glanced at Lu Yu, who was diligently washing the clothes, and couldn't help snorting. Ha! A sniper worth five hundred gold bars on the bounty list, using those precious hands of his to wash the kitty's clothes. How beneath him!

He stripped off his clothes and plunged into the water like a torpedo, sending a splash into the "male servant's" face.

Hmph! Serves him right!

Kelante was in no hurry to get into the water. He walked over to Song Zhi and set her water bottle beside her. "It's coconut water. Go on, have some."

Song Zhi picked up the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a few sips. The coconut water was sweet and refreshing, and it quenched her thirst.

"Hill got a lot of coconuts. The trees were so tall, but he climbed up with his bare hands... We'll be staying here for a while. It's unsafe and chaotic out there. Conditions here are limited, but I don't think it'll be too bad..." Kelante gave her a standard Italian smile. It was very charming.

"So far, it's not bad." Song Zhi's newly rebuilt worldview was thrown off course again by Kelante's handsome features.

He rose with a smile, stripped off his clothes, and rolled his shoulders before diving into the water in a graceful arc. His slender waist rose, dipped, and swayed through the water, his movements nimble and graceful without losing their sense of untamed strength.

Song Zhi turned her head slightly and saw five muscular, lean-waisted soldiers rising out of the water.

The splashing water could not suppress the potent, wild male hormones rushing straight at her. Their robust bodies glistened with droplets in the sunlight, radiating a sense of primal strength and untamed charm.

Song Zhi couldn't help holding her breath as her heart raced.

A full-scale sea-and-sky feast?!

The sight... was too beautiful for Song Zhi to look at! Actually, she didn't dare look openly, but she could sneak a peek.

They caught her seemingly casual, wandering glances red-handed.

Wilk flexed his perfectly sculpted pecs, his green eyes deep and captivating in the sunlight.

Hill turned his face to the side and leaned against the shore, drawing in his waist and stomach above the water as he casually showed off eight sharply defined abs.

Kelante swept his wet hair back with both hands, his biceps bulging as crystal-clear droplets slid down his chiseled jawline in the sunlight.

Lai'en made no unnecessary movements. He simply stood in the water, leaning against the shore, his blond hair, green eyes, and cold, stern expression making him look like an icy-faced knight from Northern European mythology.

Lu Yu was still washing the clothes, occasionally revealing the inverted triangle of muscle across his shoulders and back. His shoulders and back were broad and strong, and although his movements looked casual, they had an indescribable rhythm. Every scrub showed off his strength and coordination to perfection.

Crystal droplets slid down their shoulders, refracting flecks of sunlight and tracing a faint golden halo. The lines of their muscles stood out all the more clearly as they shifted with each movement. Their low, magnetic laughter as they played around from time to time was the ultimate temptation.

Song Zhi swallowed, her throat feeling dry and itchy as her heart raced. She could feel her cheeks growing hot, as though even the air around her had turned scorching.

Yet inappropriate images kept surfacing in her mind, refusing to go away. The countless words she could have used to describe it all came down to one phrase-"Holy shit!"

When people felt awkward, they pretended to be busy.

She lowered her head and fussed with her water bottle, trying to hide her guilty reaction to being caught. With nowhere else to put her feet, she plunged them into the water for some physical cooling.

Ha! A bunch of men showing off like peacocks.