Ye Sang grew up in luxury and had never seen the original form of food. The current gathering activity truly broadened his horizons. As he looked at the man squatting in front of him picking mushrooms with his pockets full of exotic fruits, he couldn’t help but be curious.
As the CEO of a brokerage company, Ye Sang naturally had seen countless people. This Alpha’s handsome appearance and tall, slender figure suggested his affluent background, but this guy was completely different from Ye Sang’s typical view of Alphas as conceited and arrogant—although Ai Mo always wore an icy expression, he was actually restrained and polite, never taking advantage of others. What was the deal with this Alpha who perfectly matched the template of a dream lover?
Ye Sang remembered seeing this guy for the first time in the lobby of a restaurant, playing the eerie ‘Gloomy Sunday’ on the piano… Could it be that he angered his wealthy father and was exiled, forced to fend for himself? Or was he some pampered little prince intentionally concealing his identity to experience the life of commoners?
While Ye Sang pondered, he followed the man into a shady path covered by trees. Suddenly, he heard the sound of flowing water. Taking a few more steps forward, everything became clear. What came into view was a small hill with a clear stream flowing down it, forming a sizable pond below the rocky wall, where several birds leisurely drank water.
It’s freshwater!
Ye Sang, who hadn’t bathed in two days, couldn’t help but cheer. He quickly dropped the bag from his shoulder, kicked off his shoes, and walked to the edge of the pool.
He tested the depth with his foot, luckily, the water only reached his waist. So he happily stepped into the water. The cool water instantly relieved the sticky feeling he had from being soaked in seawater for two days. Despite his usual fear of water, he even submerged his face, feeling the spring water wash away the grains of salt from his hair.
Once he felt the dryness on his body was washed away, Ye Sang leaped out of the water. He wiped the water droplets from his face and looked at his reflection in the water—the sunburnt cheeks, split ends of his hair, and the scattered insect bites, presenting a miserable appearance. He no longer resembled the glamorous beauty who once dominated the nightlife, but more like a stray cat, and a particularly pitiful one at that.
…I miss my high-end scalp treatment oil and the rose-scented bath soap…
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He washed for a while, and although the shirt was no longer pristine white, at least it was free from the annoying salt grains and the smell of smoke. He hung the wrung-out shirt on a nearby clean rock and intended to wash his pants as well. He had stumbled and crawled quite a bit over the past two days, and his linen-colored trousers had acquired quite a few stains. As he started to undo his pants, he noticed that he was wearing a pair of underwear with a strawberry pattern.
Wait a minute? What’s going on? Did I buy these underwear?! He couldn’t imagine himself liking strawberries enough to wear such tacky underwear!
After some thought, he realized that it was probably because the other day, when he was feeling dizzy and satisfied after being taken care of by Si Fangjing, the eager little puppy, he had helped him bathe and even put on his clothes. He had been so exhausted halfway through that he fell asleep, and he hadn’t even noticed that he had been dressed in such strange underwear!
That annoying brat, just wait until I get back… Ye Sang’s words were cut short as he suddenly remembered that he didn’t know whether that kid was alive or dead.
Ye Sang may not have liked that guy, but Si Fangjing had accompanied him for quite a while. On such a stormy night, he didn’t know if the kid had been rescued or not… What about the others on the boat? Were they stranded on a deserted island like him, or did they meet their end in the dark depths of the sea… With these thoughts, Ye Sang’s slightly relaxed mood became heavy again.
Ahead, not far away, Ai Mo was squatting on the ground, busy with something, his back turned to him. Ye Sang walked to the other side of the pool, and upon closer inspection, he saw Ai Mo digging a small hole with a sharp stone.
What is he doing… he wondered in confusion.
At that moment, Ai Mo pulled something wrapped in a large leaf from his bag. Ye Sang remembered that this was the same leaf Ai Mo had used to carry fish bones and leftover shells in the morning. Ai Mo then placed the bundle of fish bones and shells into the hole and covered it with handfuls of soil, his lips moving as if speaking.
Ye Sang became even more puzzled and leaned forward slightly to hear what Ai Mo was saying.
Ai Mo was chanting some exotic melody, gentle and faint, coupled with his low and magnetic voice, it sounded like he was humming a lullaby.
“…you must eat them if you deprive them of the right to survive.”
“…eating them completely is a sign of respect for life, otherwise it’s just indulging in the slaughter of desires.”
Even though Ye Sang couldn’t understand the words Ai Mo was singing, the hidden tenderness and sadness in between made it clear that he was singing a funeral song.
…Such a strange guy… Ye Sang had never encountered someone like him before. Due to his profession, he had seen too many examples of people vying for the spotlight, using both overt and covert methods. Even the most celebrated stars were never satisfied with their current status, always comparing who got more sponsorships, who won more awards, or even comparing the looks and age of their partners… Everyone seemed to have insatiable desires.
Ye Sang was no exception. From being a trainee to becoming a top star, countless Alphas had passed through his bed, like collecting badges. Ye Sang would silently evaluate them after they left his bed, feeling proud of his high-quality trophies, but only to a certain extent.
In this world where resources were scarce and had to be fought for tooth and nail, this guy was just too gentle, confusing him.
…With a face of an idol, gentle yet cultured, but someone who had never been in a relationship… Either he had an extremely high opinion of himself, or he was simply sexually indifferent… Yeah, probably sexually indifferent…
Ye Sang thought vaguely, when suddenly he felt an itching sensation around his waist. He initially thought it was a small fish, but when he looked down, it turned out to be a long water snake, boldly swimming between his legs. He was instantly startled and let out a loud scream, causing him to slip and fall back into the water again, choking on a mouthful of water.
Thinking about having swallowed water with a snake in it made Ye Sang feel nauseous, his scalp tingling with disgust. But he definitely didn’t want to share the pool with a water snake, so he hurriedly scrambled back onto the shore in a panic.
Author’s Note:
Snake: Call me the assist king! ↑_(ΦwΦ;)Ψ
Thanks for the nosebleed-inducing treat from Drunk and Merciless Nosebleed~ ❤️💖💕
That explains the strawberry print underwear lmao
Very good assist, snake! 6666666