"Eat raw, as long as you don't starve to death." She cut off the shell meat with a scalpel with a vigor and cut the meat into shreds, which slightly reduces the difficulty of swallowing.

Bai Qinghao was heartbroken when he watched his wife eat sea clam meat raw, but now he was helpless.

On this deserted island, survival is the most important thing.

Fang Xinxin felt that this was much better than eating raw seagull meat on the sea. While eating a piece of raw shell meat cut into shreds, she asked, "We didn't see edible shells where we went ashore. Pick these up, you've gone a long way."

He stared at her beautiful but tanned face, "It's not too far, it's a few hundred meters."

She handed a shredded shell to his lips, "You eat too..."

He nodded.

It was originally inconvenient to carry, so he wanted to eat it while picking it up. But that would slow down the speed of return and she would be hungry for longer.

So he brought back all the shells he could eat.

The two of them ate a lot of shell meat with a fishy smell, and they ate it all, and then drank some rainwater stored in the medicine box.

Finally, one person was 70% full and survived from the verge of starvation.

In fact, floating on the sea, even if you don’t swim, you will be very tired.

Bai Qinghao had just walked so far to find the shell, but he couldn't hold on.

The sun is not so poisonous now, so he and Fang Xinxin found a tree with few mosquitoes, and they hugged each other and fell asleep.

This time I slept, I didn’t wake up from the afternoon until the middle of the night.

The sea breeze blows, not far from the coast, with a wet moisture, which makes people biting frozen.

Bai Qinghao opened his eyes in the dark night, changed his strong body to another direction, blocking Fang Xinxin, and using his body to help her block the sea breeze.

She curled up in his arms and murmured softly, "It's so cold."

He hugged her with admiration, hated himself, and could not even give her a warmth.

Even though he blocked the wind, Fang Xinxin was still awakened by the cold.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw him staring at her...

"When did you wake up?" Her voice was as hoarse as she just woke up.

"Just just woke up." He opened his lips softly.

She shrank into his arms, "Honey, if only there is anything that can relieve the cold."

"Some." His mind moved, and his cold voice became a little deeper.

"There is no fire again." She frowned, "How can it be warm?"

“We can create warmth ourselves.”

"But, we haven't taken a shower for so many days..."

"It's okay." Bai Qinghao shook his head.

"But I mind!" she made her stand.

So, the two of them used some precious fresh water stored in the medicine box and wiped it for a while.

It's too cold. The air around it seems to be cold. The chill makes people's skin get goose bumps. If this continues, it will soon become frozen and you must not sit and wait for death.

A good method must not be missed.

Both of them are physically and mentally delivered.

Warmth is coming...

...

When it was almost dawn, Bai Qinghao got up and prepared 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 a little, and the water storage in the medicine box was empty.

Bai Qinghao walked to the beach, found a place with particularly heavy moisture and fog, and opened the medicine box.

A tripod was tied up on the box with folded branches and vines.

A scalpel is tied vertically in the center of the tripod.
Chapter completed!