The private plane crashed, and both National Best Actress Shen Xingli and I crashed into the South Pacific. When I dragged her ashore from the wreckage, the usually aloof and elegant Queen of Three Golden Shadows' 300,000-yuan haute couture gown was already soaked through and clinging to her delicate body that drove countless men crazy. She was shivering from the cold, but she still insisted on threatening me: "If you dare to touch me, I will make you sit in jail when I get back." I just sneered and tore the hem of her skirt - hypothermia will kill her. For seven days, I taught her how to drill wood to make fire, and held her hand to feel the temperature of friction; her inner thigh was scratched by coral, and I applied medicine to her every day. The skin under her fingertips was smoother than top-grade suet jade, and the way she bit her lips to endure was more alluring than any movie. When the night cools down, this queen who is so stunning on the red carpet will take the initiative to get into my arms, wrap her thighs around my waist, and whisper in my ear: "Just to keep warm..." We wrote SOS on the beach, but found that the tide washed up not only shells - but also bloody lab coats, and top-secret files from the "New Eden Project" sixty years ago. This island did not exist on the satellite map at all, but when we repaired the radio, what we received was: "Congratulations on becoming Sample No. 42, The game begins." When the rescue team finally arrived, when she put on the couture dress again and returned to the unattainable shadow queen, only I knew that on that desert island, this invincible goddess knelt in front of me and begged me to teach her how to be a real woman.
