Raft for All: I'm guaranteed to get a golden affix when I upgrade!

Chapter 40 A Lure into My Arms! I Didn't Cry!

The tattered raft beneath her feet had a hand-cranked paddle stuck in a crack in the planks.

Next to it was a Zhuge crossbow and a half-eaten crab leg shell.

Lin Xiaoya looked down at her "entire possessions" and then looked up at the moving castle opposite her.

A strong sense of déjà vu washed over me.

She suddenly felt like a migrant worker in the city, standing at the entrance of a five-star hotel, peering inside.

The raft was slowing down, and the sails were loosening, but the inertia from the hundred-square-meter deck was still propelling it steadily forward.

Nearly.

Getting closer.

Lin Xiaoya finally saw the person standing at the edge of the deck.

Very high.

He has broad shoulders.

She was wearing a dark short-sleeved shirt that clung to her body in the sea breeze, with the cuffs pushed up to her upper arms, revealing clearly defined muscles on her forearms.

He just stood there, holding a bamboo skewer with half a grilled fish stuck in it, his posture incredibly relaxed.

It seems he didn't cross fifty nautical miles to pick her up, but rather went downstairs to get takeout and took a short stroll.

Xiao Zheng also saw Lin Xiaoya clearly.

A girl was standing on the small wooden raft.

She's not very tall, but she has a really good figure.

The white T-shirt, which I hadn't changed in two days, was wrinkled from the sea breeze and sweat, but that's why it fit so well, with every part perfectly in place.

Her waist was excessively thin, and the silhouette below the neckline formed a smooth curve beneath the clothes.

Her hair was loose, wet and draped over her shoulders; she had just rinsed it with water, which made her neck look even whiter and thinner.

His facial features are very regular.

It's the kind of person you can pick out at a glance in a crowd.

She has a straight nose, big eyes, and eyelashes that are clearly visible under the sunlight.

My lips were a little chapped from lack of moisture, but they still looked nice, with the upper lip slightly upturned.

He has a naturally defiant look about him.

Her face was still damp from being wiped with water.

Yes, I did wash it.

Xiao Zheng withdrew his gaze, took a bite of the grilled fish in his hand, and chewed it twice.

The school beauty truly lives up to her reputation.

The platform continued to approach.

Xiao Zheng loosened the sail ropes and reduced the speed to the minimum.

The edge of the 100-square-meter deck was slowly covered by a small 12-square-meter wooden raft.

The moment they made contact, the pale gold shield covering the entire platform swayed slightly.

The invulnerable force field sensed the touch of the foreign object and determined it to be harmless—the shield did not bounce off, but merely gently supported the edge of the other party's raft.

The two rafts were held securely together.

The difference is very obvious.

Xiao Zheng's deck was nearly half a meter higher than Lin Xiaoya's raft.

She stood below, looking up at him.

He stood there looking down at her.

One hundred square meters versus twelve square meters.

There are trees, a bed, and a barbecue grill, but nothing else.

Xiao Zheng tossed the bamboo skewer aside and stretched out a hand toward her.

"Come up."

Lin Xiaoya looked at that hand.

His hands were large, his fingers were long and slender, and there were several newly formed calluses on his knuckles.

These hands—

Through the system's trading interface, I sent her torches, grilled fish, tangerines, cabbage, coconut milk, and crab legs.

There was also a Zhuge Repeating Crossbow that saved her life.

Lin Xiaoya raised her hand and grasped his palm.

The palms were burning hot and rough.

With a flick of Xiao Zheng's wrist, she was lifted up lightly.

The moment Lin Xiaoya stepped onto the deck, she froze for a moment.

The sensation under my feet was completely different from that of my old, shabby raft.

The wooden planks were thick and nailed tightly together, making them feel as stable as walking on solid ground.

A breeze blew from behind, carrying the aroma of grilled fish and coconut mixed together.

A few meters away in the planting box, the orange-glowing tree swayed its branches and leaves gently in the sea breeze.

well.

Everything here is great.

It's safe.

Warm.

There is food.

There are people there.

Lin Xiaoya stood on the deck, less than half a step away from Xiao Zheng.

She looked up at him.

He was looking at her too.

He was still chewing fish.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Zheng swallowed the last bite of fish. "What happened..."

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He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Xiaoya stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and bumped into his chest.

She buried her face in his chest, her forehead against his sternum.

The arms were held tightly, as if afraid he would disappear into thin air.

Xiao Zheng's body stiffened for a moment.

The sensation in his arms was clear; soft hair brushed against his chin, damp and carrying the scent of fresh water and sea salt.

My shoulders are shaking.

It's very light, but it won't stop.

"Feed." Xiao Zheng looked down at the fluffy head in his arms, his tone still the same, "So you've already thrown yourself into my arms?"

She didn't say anything.

The shaking didn't stop.

The arms were actually gripped even tighter.

A few seconds passed.

A muffled sound came from his chest.

It has a distinctly nasal tone.

"Why did you take so long to arrive?"

Four words.

It wasn't being coquettish. It wasn't complaining.

The voice was muffled, small, and trembling with a sob.

It's like I've been holding back for a long time, and finally I have a place to say it.

Xiao Zheng remained silent for two seconds.

He raised his hand, placed his palm on the back of her head, and gently pressed it.

He put his other hand on her back and patted her twice.

The movements are not very skillful.

"We've arrived."

He said his voice was a little lower than usual.

"Why are you crying?"

Lin Xiaoya didn't let go, her face still buried in his chest, her voice muffled and unclear.

"I didn't cry."

He lowered his head.

A fine layer of sweat was visible on the back of her neck behind the neckline of her T-shirt.

He looked away.

"Okay, you didn't cry."

"Um."

"Then let go, your clothes are wet."

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"Not loose."

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Xiao Zheng stood still, one hand on her back and the other hanging at his side.

The corners of her mouth were pressed down again and again.

It wasn't suppressed.

The sea breeze blew onto the deck from the water, and the canvas swayed gently behind us.

The sunlight cast long shadows of the two people.

The hug lasted for about ten seconds.

Lin Xiaoya finally let go and took a step back.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't shed any tears.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, her chin slightly raised, with a stubborn expression that said, "I really didn't cry, don't talk nonsense."

Xiao Zheng looked down at his chest.

Two obvious wet patches.

He looked up at her face.

"You call this not crying?"

"That's seawater."

"Did the seawater come out of your eyes?"

"Stop talking!"

Lin Xiaoya abruptly turned her head away, quickly wiping the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

Xiao Zheng chuckled as he watched her action.

I didn't pursue it further.

"Are you hungry?" He turned and walked towards the barbecue grill. "Eat something first."

Lin Xiaoya did not follow.

She stood still, her gaze sweeping from one end of the deck to the other.

Lin Xiaoya stood on the deck, her gaze sweeping from one end to the other.

One hundred square meters.

I saw it in the chat box before, but she didn't really understand.

But when you actually step on it...

The first thought that popped into her head was: she would have to stack her broken raft eight times to barely make it complete.

The entire deck was divided into several areas, and at a glance, it was so well-organized that it didn't look like a survival mission at sea, but rather like a carefully set-up camp.

In the center was a smoking iron rack, from which the aroma of grilled fish wafted.

Next to it was a wooden bed with a backrest, covered with a thick layer of palm leaf cushions.

Four large planting boxes are lined up on the east side, and the soil inside is shiny black.

In the first planting box, neatly arranged, fist-sized cabbages were stacked, their leaves gleaming with an emerald sheen, and a fine layer of white mist condensed on their surfaces.