"Eat raw, as long as you don't starve to death." She vigorously cut the shell meat with a scalpel, and cut the meat into strips, so that the degree of difficulty in swallowing was slightly reduced.
Bai Qinghao watched his wife eating raw sea clam meat, and his heart was hurting, but now, he was helpless.
On this deserted island, survival is the most important thing.
Fang Xinxin felt that it was much better than eating raw seagull meat at sea. As she ate a piece of shredded raw shell meat, she asked, "We didn't see any edible shells where we went ashore. Pick these, you have gone a long way."
He stared at her beautiful but tanned little face, "It's not very far, a few hundred meters."
She handed a piece of shredded shell meat to his lips, "You also eat..."
Originally it was inconvenient to carry, so when he wanted to pick it up, he would eat it. But that would slow her return, and she would be hungry longer.
So he brought back all the shells he could eat.
The two ate a lot of fishy shell meat raw, ate it all, and then drank some rainwater in the medicine box.
Finally, one person ate a seven-point full and came alive from starvation.
In fact, floating on the sea, even if not swimming, people are very tired.
Bai Qinghao just walked so far to find a shell, and he couldn't hold it anymore.
The sun is not so poisonous now, so he and Fang Xinxin found a mosquito-less tree shade, and they hugged and fell asleep.
In this sleep, I only woke up from the afternoon to midnight.
The sea breeze blew, and not far from the coast, with moist moisture, it was bitterly cold.
Bai Qinghao opened his eyes in the dark night, and his sturdy body changed a direction to block Fang Xinxin, using his body to help her block the sea breeze.
She curled up in his arms and murmured softly, "It's cold."
He embraced her with compassion, hated himself, and couldn't even give her warmth.
Although he was blocking the wind, Fang Xinxin was frozen awake.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she could see that he was staring at herself intently, and that affectionate gaze almost burned her.
"When did you wake up?" Her voice was hoarse when she first woke up.
That soft voice carries endless charm in the dark night.
"Just woke up." He opened his lips softly, his eyes like a wolf never moved away from her face.
She shrank in his arms, "Husband, if there is anything to relieve the cold, it would be great."
"Yes." His heart moved, and his cold voice became a little deep.
"There is no fire." She frowned. "How can it be warm?"
"We can create warmth by ourselves." Bai Qinghao's eyes burned.
Fang Xinxin seemed to understand what he meant, "But, we haven't had a bath for so many days, and we are so dirty!"
"It doesn't matter." Bai Qinghao shook his head, "I don't mind."
"But I mind!" She stated her position.
So the two used some precious fresh water stored in the medicine box and only cleaned that place separately.
Entangling, mian lasted all night...
When the day was about to dawn, Bai Qinghao got up to get some fresh water.
Yesterday, after the water in the medicine box was put into three small bottles, the two of them washed their bodies again, and the water in the medicine box was empty.
Bai Qinghao walked to the beach, found a place with particularly high humidity and fog, and opened the medicine box.
Using folded branches and vines on the box, a tripod was tied to the box.
A scalpel is tied upright in the center of the tripod.