Stranded on a Deserted Island, What to Do?

Life on the island with White Pillow and Huamu officially entered its fifth month, and the two even built a simple shower room. The main body is still framed by bamboo, and the roof is made into a concave pool, covered with black plastic cloth, as long as it is exposed to hot water for a day. Although there is no shower, but there is enough hot shower to thank God, the requirements of Huamu are completely reduced.

"Miss, what are you doing?"

The white pillow prepared dinner cooking utensils came back. Seeing Huamu was wearing a coat and holding a saber in his hand, he seemed to be tearing down his skirt. It was surprised and puzzled.

Hua Mu didn't raise his head, and seemed to speak casually.

"It's not cold on the island at all. Instead of wearing such a troublesome skirt, it's better to take it apart and make underwear and vests."

She has already removed most of the lining of this skirt, but now it is estimated that only a sling is left.

"I think you're the only one, you can't always be naked."

Hua Mu said this unreasonably, she couldn't help but sleep in vain. But people don't wear underwear but they also put on coats. Her eyes are not full, and the white pillow is definitely uncomfortable. After thinking about it, she decided to start her own skirt.

Who told her this skirt fabric is good?

"You, will you do it for me?"

"Otherwise? Haven't I already made two sets myself?"

What kind of straw sandals can be made by Hua Mu may not work, but the needlework is not bad. She participated in a lot of tea party for the young ladies, and she did not fall behind.

"It's you, the rest of the estimates can only make one for you."

"Miss, I am okay, you should wear it yourself."

White Pillow was a little flustered and knelt down to stop Hua Mu.

Hua Mu raised her head and gave her a white look, "It's okay, it's okay, you girl put on trousers without wearing underwear, what if you get sick? Do you remember to make me one ... No, just make a few more grass skirt All right."

"But you like this skirt so much. It was the queen who bought you the designer's greeting."

Hua Mu really doesn't know how long this brainy brain circuit is.

"Please, how long have we been here? Now the designer is not as important to me as a piece of chocolate in my eyes, let alone his skirt. Anyway, it hasn't looked like it anymore, just take it apart."

"Then you can do it for yourself. I'm fine. You can do more."

The white pillow looked very at a loss and kept pushing.

Boss Huamu looked at her with displeasure, "Did I say that I had it? Why don't you want my things?"

"I don't ... don't mean that ..."

No, Hua Mu thinks that the white pillow means that. White pillow rightly treats her well, protects her naturally, and puts her in an important position. But once it is reversed, once when she wants to respond, the other party will show such a panic and refuse to be upset.

"White pillow," Hua Mu lowered the skirt in his hand and asked, staring at the sentry, "Why do you still call me Missy?"

White Pillow froze for a moment, and then answered like without thinking at all: "Because you are the eldest lady of the Duke's Palace, the only daughter of the Duke, and ..."

"I'm not asking this," Hua Mu interrupted her, frowning. "I'm asking you, do you really think it's okay to call me Missy?"

The white pillow gaped and didn't seem to know what to answer. Hua Mu waited a while before she heard her breath: "No, don't call you Missy ... what should I call you?"

Hua Mu finally knows what it means to be so angry! She now wants to lie down on the ground and die immediately!

"If you want to call, just go, call the lady forever!"

She threw the skirt in her hand on the face of the white pillow and got up to walk to the bamboo shed. White Pillow hurriedly caught, anxiously said: "Miss!"

Hua Mu stopped and suddenly turned around and walked back.

"Miss!" White Pillow's face was delighted, but Hua Mu still had a gloomy face.

"I've thought about it. It is necessary that the thing I told you before will start now."

The white pillow didn't immediately understand it, just looking at her face had a bad hunch. Recently, she was a little too happy, and Hua Mu's attitude at this time made her even more upset.

"You, what did you say?"

"You are not my **** anymore. From now on, we will separate. You lived with me, and I lived with me. In addition to home, shower room and toilet, food, fresh water and daily necessities must be self-sufficient. We can exchange items, but we cannot provide them for free. "

White Pillow was stunned, "How do you do that?"

"Why not? Do you believe I can do it or you can do it yourself?"

But this is a difficult situation, so they don't expect any **** ... a happy future!

"I'm not saying you can't do it, it's just, just ... then you will be very hard and you shouldn't do those things."

Hua Mu exhaled from his nose and hummed: "What I shouldn't do is hope for you. Don't come and talk to me if you don't want to understand. From today, no, from now on we will separate everything. I will sort it out tomorrow List, we draw the line! "

The white pillow was holding her skirt in her hand, maintaining a kneeling posture, as if it was directly petrified.

Missy said to draw a line with her ... why?

Just because she does n’t know what to call Missy?

White Pillow vaguely felt that this was not the essence of the problem, but he no longer wanted the energy to think deeply. The fact that Missy wanted to "separate" her made her almost lose her ability to think.

Was n’t that what Missy said at that time? Does she really want to be her guard?

But Missy does n’t value her very much, and she also likes and loves her? Or, she has been too intimate and overdone recently, and could n’t help stealing her when the young lady was asleep when she was discovered?

No, no, Missy was angry because she did n’t know what she called, so she should n’t be found? But what's it called ... Isn't it called Missy, isn't it called Mu Mu as a child?

But she was not sensible at that time, how can she call Missy like this now?

The white pillow was a little confused, and froze for a long time beside the fire.

Hua Mu lay down on the bamboo bed and couldn't fall back and forth. She crawled out and saw that the white pillow was still sitting there dumbly and didn't know what to think.

"You are not coming to bed yet!"

It's said that the residence is excluded. Does this idiot understand people?

White Pillow rallied and ran over.

"Miss!"

Hua Mu blinked, and the other party had arrived.

what's up? Like a big dog who has been spoiled. This is definitely confusing her, trying to break her psychological defense.

This time she said that she wouldn't give in, and she wanted to make the idiot understand ... wait to eat without taking the initiative!

"There is only one such bed, which is what we made together, so half a person. You have done more, and the people are taller, and I will let you have a little more." Hua Mu said, making a line on the bamboo bed, Just draw it from here, you are not allowed to come over, and I will not pass. "

White Pillow's happy expression disappeared without a trace, looking at Hua Mu with tears on her face. Hua Mu felt that if she really had ears on her head, she must have been pulling at this time.

"Miss ..."

Hua Mu didn't look at her, she lay aside and stubbornly bowed her heart: "What I said last time is still valid. Think about it."

Hugs that don't do anything, why not hug them!

No, she is actually not so hungry, and she is by no means why White Pillow is not active in this regard ... well, this is just one of the reasons.

The important thing is! The most important thing is that she finally fully realized one thing: the identity of the two may no longer be her shackles, but still shackled the white pillow.

Perhaps the education of the tower was too successful, perhaps the sentry itself was too rigid, or perhaps the white pillow was really loyal to her more than she loved, so the two have not been talking on the same channel so far.

Bai Zhen's protection, cherishment and love for her are certainly touching, and even one of the reasons for her heart, but how can lovers be so cautious and trembling all the time?

This is definitely not a normal relationship, nor is it the relationship she wants.

What did you say last time ... Which one was it last time?

White Pillow stood for a while, didn't think of a reason, and finally shrank silently into the corner.

The two thought about each other's affairs without talking for a night.

Huamu got up early the next morning and set up another stove to start cooking with fire. White pillow followed her hands and feet with nowhere to put, and endured very hard.

"You want to eat it yourself, why do you keep following me?"

"Miss, I can do it for you."

Hua Mu Ren couldn't bear it, and hurriedly chased her.

"No, and what you make is not as delicious as mine. I don't want to eat what you make. Don't want to eat what I've made. Just go and don't disturb me."

White pillow looked at her with wide eyes, as if hit hard. She did n’t make it as delicious as Missy ’s, but she was able to use firewood to chopp firewood to process ingredients, did n’t she use it at all?

"Miss ..."

"Don't call me Missy, you will ignore me if you call me again."

White Pillow closed his mouth silently and walked to the side in despair, until Hua Mu finished breakfast and sat still. For her, skipping a meal was not a problem at all, and the attitude of the young lady even bothered her.

Hua Mu said it was to make White Pillow stop coveting her own food, but in fact made her share. Although stupid big man is hungry for a few meals, it ’s okay, but if the meat that grows back is hungry, would n’t she be the one who suffered the last?

"White pillow."

She greeted the dazed person over.

"Big--" White Pillow is now basically in a state of waiting to be summoned by Hua Mu, otherwise nothing will be done. When she heard Huamu calling herself, she felt a joy in her heart, and she almost yelled again, and was glared back by Huamu. "You, what do you command?"

"It's not allowed to say you ... cough, it's needless to say you, don't use honorifics anyway, you're not my guard."

White pillow bit her lip and looked at her, as if she didn't want to admit it.

What a grievous expression, what good is the guard? Can the **** go to Missy? ! ! !

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