Everyone survives in the ocean, I pick up a goddess for vacation Chapter 026

Xia Yingluo’s mind completely froze.

Don’t want to leave regrets?

What regrets?

For her?

He… what does he want to do?

Countless thoughts exploded in her mind, making her completely unable to comprehend the meaning behind his words.

She just instinctively felt that Lin Hao’s current state was extremely dangerous, like a beast poised to strike, and the reckless glint in his eyes made her flustered.

Just as her brain was churned into a paste, trying to decipher something from those eyes—

Without warning!

Lin Hao’s face suddenly magnified in her vision!

A wave of heat, mixed with the sea breeze and his unique scent, washed over her.

The next second!

A burning softness heavily pressed against her slightly parted lips!

“Mm—!”

Xia Yingluo’s pupils instantly dilated to their extreme!

All thoughts, all questions, all fear and grievance… at this moment, were completely pulverized by this sudden touch!

The world seemed to have been muted, even the roar of the waves outside disappeared.

Her mind was blank, leaving only the trembling sensation like a branding iron!

It wasn’t a gentle probe, but a possessive and cathartic declaration!

His lips carried a scorching temperature, a nearly desperate greed, as if he wanted to suck her whole self in!

A strong masculine scent instantly invaded all her senses, with an undeniable aggressiveness.

Xia Yingluo was stiff as a stone, all her blood seemed to rush to her violated lips, hot and numb.

Her hands, pressed against his chest, forgot to push him away, only futilely clutching at the fabric of his shirt.

Confusion, shock, and an overwhelming sensory impact… countless emotions collided violently in her mind!

In this chaos, a crazy thought sprouted in her heart!

She didn’t dislike it! She didn’t dislike it at all!

This man who had given her shelter and an inexplicable flutter in her heart!

This man who, under the shadow of death, roared that he didn’t want to leave regrets!

Enough!

This damned world of survival at sea!

This damned precarious existence!

To hell with worries! To hell with modesty!

A fiery torrent, stemming from the instinct of life, completely breached all her dams of reason!

“Mm—!”

No longer just passively enduring, the whimper that escaped her throat seemed like a signal!

Xia Yingluo abruptly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently!

Instead of loosening her grip on his shirt, she pulled him closer with even more force!

Her soft, slightly cool lips, which had been passively receiving, ignited like a spark, beginning to respond awkwardly and wildly!

She no longer thought about tomorrow, no longer thought about others’ gazes, no longer thought about whether this sudden emotion was right.

She only knew that, at this moment, she needed to respond to this burning heat, needed to grasp this warmth that brought her peace in the abyss of despair!

Her response was utterly unskillful, even a bit clumsy like gnawing, but it was full of recklessness, full of determination!

Like a wild flower stubbornly blooming in a storm, using all its strength to draw in that little bit of warmth and existence.

Lin Hao’s body suddenly stiffened!

He clearly felt the earth-shattering change in the person beneath him!

The transformation from stiff and cold to burning and soft, the response that turned from passive acceptance into active seeking!

This unexpected yet seemingly reasonable intense reaction, like the most potent catalyst, instantly ignited the already raging fire in his heart!

“Yingluo…” A low, hoarse voice, filled with surprise and even more intense desire, was swallowed between their tightly intertwined lips.

One hand still pressed firmly against the door panel, stabilizing this world that belonged only to the two of them, while the other hand instinctively slid down, tightly circling her slender, soft waist, pulling her even closer to him!

The air in the cabin seemed to ignite, the temperature rising sharply.

Heavy breaths intertwined, indistinguishable from each other.

The entanglement of lips and tongues carried awkward exploration and fierce demands, emitting subtle, blush-inducing sounds.

Xia Yingluo felt as if she had fallen into a sea of lava, floating in burning magma, her soul trembling.

But just as that hand moved down her waistline, and a current ran through her body, Xia Yingluo suddenly woke up!

A huge sense of shame and panic about the environment instantly overwhelmed all confusion!

“Mm—! No!”

She used all her strength, bursting out with astonishing power, and pushed him away fiercely!

Lin Hao was caught off guard, stumbled back a step, his lust mostly extinguished by this sudden resistance, replaced by a hint of surprise.

Xia Yingluo gasped rapidly, her chest heaving violently, her cheeks as red as a cooked shrimp, almost dripping blood.

She quickly tidied her disheveled clothes, glancing nervously at the tightly closed cabin door, as if she could see the crowd outside through the wooden planks.

“Lin Hao! No, not here! Outside… there are people outside! Wait… wait until later, okay?”

Lin Hao stood still, his chest also rising and falling slightly.

He looked at Xia Yingluo’s mortified and somewhat pleading expression, and the dark currents surging in the depths of his eyes gradually subsided.

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.” His voice was low and steady, without much ripple.

After saying that, without any lingering or hesitation, he turned and walked towards the small door on the other side of the cabin that led to the stern.

He pulled open the bolt and stepped out.

The stern deck was empty, and the sea breeze blew in his face, dispelling the lingering ambiguous warmth on him.

Lin Hao walked to the ship’s rail and looked at the busy crowd on the raft platform not far away.

They were either reinforcing rafts, or moving supplies, or building simple shelters, striving for their new home.

The sea breeze ruffled the broken hair on his forehead, bringing a bone-chilling coldness.

However, in this cold, an even colder realization arose in his heart.

He carefully analyzed his feelings at that moment.

When Xia Yingluo trembled in his arms, when her lips were soft and warm, when her breath lingered at his nose… his body honestly produced a strong impulse.

It was the most instinctive possessiveness and desire to conquer that a male has for a female.

But…

What else?

He tried to capture a hint of flutter, a trace of pity, a stirring beyond pure physical attraction, the kind of emotion described in novels that makes one’s heart race and soul tremble.

None.

A blank.

He clearly realized that even at the moment when his desire was most intense, almost out of control, his inner self remained as calm as still water.

There was no softening due to her shyness, no pain due to her resistance, and certainly no “it must be her” kind of soul-level craving.

He could even calmly analyze her reactions, evaluate her value, and quickly make the decision to stop.

This conclusion made him feel a hint of… fear.

He found that he only lusted after her body…

The chill brought by this realization was more piercing than the howling sea breeze at this moment.

He felt as if he was standing in front of a cold mirror, clearly reflecting that barren and selfish corner deep within his soul.

Lin Hao stood silently at the stern, his figure appearing exceptionally lonely and exceptionally… cold, between the vast and cold sea and sky.