Desert Island Girl (Pure Lily) - Chapter 6.1

The time rewinds briefly.

While Xiaoyang and Mu Mu shared an intimate moment at the bow, Jiang Ning and Yi Yun searched for supplies on the opposite side of the ship.

“Hey, Sister Yun, your br3asts are so big! How didn’t you sink when you were floating in the sea?” Jiang Ning said.

In the corridor, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but walk behind Yi Yun, staring at her swaying, heavy br3asts.

She reached out and cupped Yi Yun’s soft, white br3asts with both hands.

Her fingers sank deeply into the br3ast flesh—Yi Yun’s huge br3asts were too big for one hand!

The soft, tender texture made Jiang Ning reluctant to let go.

She kneaded them a few more times, causing Yi Yun’s n1pples to slowly harden.

“Tch, stop touching!” Yi Yun said, noticing Jiang Ning teasing her sensitive spots.

Her br3asts reacted, feeling slightly swollen.

She frowned and patted Jiang Ning’s small buttocks, signaling her to let go.

This charming, seductive woman felt somewhat helpless.

Why did she have to be paired with Jiang Ning?

Xiaoyang seemed more normal, or even Mu Mu would do.

Why this troublesome rich girl…

“Tch, stingy…” Jiang Ning said.

Jiang Ning let go reluctantly, flicked her hair, and said proudly, “It’s just a little squeeze, and you’re not happy? If this lady wants, girls willing to let me touch their br3asts could line up around the Earth!”

“Yeah, yeah, line up, line up…” Yi Yun said.

Yi Yun brushed Jiang Ning off while observing their surroundings.

She stood in the ship’s outer corridor, where rows of rooms stretched far.

Unlike the bow Xiaoyang and Mu Mu handled, this wreck held all eight decks of cabins.

The deck here was at the topmost level, much higher up.

Yi Yun recalled a large swimming pool on the top deck.

She had visited it the day before the ship capsized, and then the next day…

Sighing inwardly and shaking her head, Yi Yun looked at the ship’s diagram nearby.

She and Jiang Ning had climbed up from the emergency ladder at the stern, meant for passengers to board lifeboats during emergencies.

Entering here, they were likely on the first deck, level with the bow’s deck.

According to the ship’s map, the decks upward held guest cabins, fine dining restaurants, reception areas, gift shops, and public areas like bars, a pool, a cinema, a theater, and a medical bay.

The critical food storage, however, was in the crew-only “non-public areas.”

Although the upper-level restaurants had their own kitchens, those held only small amounts of ingredients.

The main supply was in the storage warehouses.

The diagram showed four food warehouses, storing vegetables, fresh meat, fruits, and snacks.

This worried Yi Yun greatly.

While abundant food was good, the ship had capsized.

She didn’t know how much water had flooded the lower decks or if the warehouses were submerged.

Many refrigerators had lost power, and seafood, meat, and fruits spoiled quickly without proper temperature.

Sighing softly, Yi Yun touched her forehead, her charming and languid posture unnoticed even by herself.

The worst-case scenario was all four warehouses flooded, leaving them to rely on the snack warehouse’s sealed packaging and the upper kitchens’ reserves.

Seeing Yi Yun sigh and hold her forehead while staring at the diagram, Jiang Ning asked curiously, “Sister Yun, what are you thinking about?”

“Nothing…” Yi Yun said.

Yi Yun had no patience to explain her thoughts to Jiang Ning again.

She memorized the rough location, turned, and headed to the first-floor lobby, planning to go to the lower warehouses to salvage food.

“Hey, Sister Yun, wait for me!” Jiang Ning said, hurrying to follow.

They passed through the corridor and reached the first-floor lobby.

The lobby was grand and spacious, capable of holding hundreds of people.

Despite the tsunami’s impact leaving it slightly messy, its opulence remained—ornate columns still stood, a long red carpet covered gleaming golden tiles, and scattered debris, elegant tables, paintings, and large potted plants lay toppled in disarray.

Interconnected staircases spiraled upward, layer upon layer, like a winding maze.

Looking around, Yi Yun bent down and pulled a smooth white tablecloth from a toppled table nearby.

She wrapped it around herself like a bathrobe, barely covering her private areas.

She tossed one to Jiang Ning.

“Wrap this around you. It’s not like the beach—you’re so skinny, and it’s cold in here. Don’t catch a cold,” she said.

Holding the soft tablecloth, Jiang Ning’s small face filled with emotion.

She clumsily wrapped it around herself, lifted her chin, and quickly reverted to her haughty demeanor.

“Well… well done! Very thoughtful—for a commoner, Sister Yun, you have potential to be my maid…”

Rolling her eyes, Yi Yun tossed Jiang Ning a pair of high heels.

“Put these on, don’t get cold…”

“You… are you crazy, Sister Yun? Making this lady wear someone else’s shoes?” Jiang Ning said, tucking the tablecloth in place.