Yuna completely forgot she was on the back of a wolf and reached out to get the fruit in the tree. With a pull, she took a branch full of fruits.

"Okay." She patted on Wesley's shoulder with satisfaction, "You can let me down now."

Wesley released her, then she jumped down. Before she could stand stably, her hand was suddenly caught by Wesley.

Yuna was startled by it; she then noticed Wesley's fierce eyes. She was obviously a prey in the eyes of the wolf.

Almost subconsciously, Yuna defensively stepped backwards.

Sensing that she wanted to escape, Wesley pulled her into his arms with some strength. Then his hand was firmly placed on her waist, "Where do you want to go?"

Yuna shouted inside and smiled stiffly. "I didn't want to go anywhere," then she waved the branch in her hand and said, "Brother Wesley, do you want to waste this? It's delicious!"

"No." Wesley refused without a second thought. His long slim finger touched Yuna's lips and said, "I want to taste this."

Yuna,"..." "Damn it, so gross!"

Before she could resist, Wesley's lips were already covering hers and kept exploring.

His kisses were neither too hasty nor too slow, just like a gust of wind coming from the woods and mountains which gently came by. When she realized it, she was immersed in its scent.

By the time Yuna came to herself, her hands were already crossed behind Wesley's neck and she was subconsciously kissing him back.

She knew she shouldn't be like this. She would only entrap herself deeper and deeper this way.

But it didn't matter to her. She wasn't afraid of being destroyed by Wesley.

Wesley didn't expected Yuna to be as obedient. He released her, glaring down at her from above, but he only saw obsession and addiction in her eyes.

"Ha, her performance looks almost real." The thought amazed him even more.

Wesley didn't know where his anger came from. He fiercely caught and locked Yuna in his arms, conquering her recklessly.

"Um..."

Yuna never thought that his attitude would change so fast; it was something she couldn't take anymore. She could only pat strongly on Wesley's chest, which was to tell him that she couldn't take it.

But Wesley ignored her request. He locked her hands to stop her movements and kissed deeper and deeper.

Gradually, Yuna lost the strength to resist. She just gave up.

"Damn it! Just do as you like!"

Wesley didn't let Yuna down. He kept kissing her like a rainstorm. Wesley finally relented when she was about to suffocate.

She took a couple of breaths of fresh air and struck hard at Wesley's chest with her fist. "I only borrowed your back for a while. Do you have to be so crazy?"

Wesley coldly stared at her with endless darkness in his eyes.

Maybe he was really mad.

Yuna didn't wait for Wesley to answer. She just wiped her mouth, then turned around and sat on a rock. She picked some fruits off the branch, casually wiping them and eating some with a depressed attitude.

To Wesley, there was no doubt that Yuna treated the fruits as if they were him.

After a while, Wesley looked at his watch and said, "It's time to go back."

Yuna quietly stood up and followed him. Only after a few steps, she felt a strong pain in her stomach. She tried to tolerate it but she failed and finally sat on the ground.

Since she began following Rowdy, she had been injured many times and had been through pains. But this time, it was like her flesh was being cut through while alive, which was cruel and intolerable.

She awkwardly covered her underbelly and soon her forehead was covered with sweat.

Wesley noticed the strangeness. He turned around and found Yuna crouching on the sand in pain like a defeated monster. Her eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

He frowned and quickly approached her. "Yuna?"

"..."

Since her parents had passed away, Yuna had depended on herself all those years when she suffered any pain.

At the time, Wesley just called her name, which contained a worried tone. But it simply crushed her armor. Her eyes became warm and tears flowed out.

By then, she realized that she couldn't help but cry due to the pain. It was too disgraceful!

Thinking about it, Yuna's head went lower.

"Yuna?" Wesley's hasty steps stopped in front of her. "Get up." Although his voice still sounded cold and stiff as usual, it didn't sound like an order anymore, but as a request.

As expected, Yuna failed to stand up.

Wesley frowned even more. He pulled Yuna up and was about to criticize her, but he stopped when he saw her red eyes and pale face.

He subconsciously became gentler with her hand and asked stiffly, "What's the matter?"

"I have a stomach ache. I can't walk," Yuna said with difficulty, "You should go back first. I want to rest here."

Wesley looked at Yuna and found she wasn't pretending. So he squatted in front of her and said, "Get on."

Yuna was confused and didn't understand, "Where to?"

Wesley grimly turned around. "If you continue this nonsense, you can stay on this island forever."

Yuna got on Wesley's back right away.

It was a deserted island where she didn't want to stay for another second, not to mention she didn't feel comfortable at all!

Wesley had never carried anyone on his back before. When he was outside, he didn't like to have intimate contact with anyone, either. But then, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all when Yuna clung to his back.

Yuna was the one who felt uneasy.

She had forced Wesley to carry her on his back to pick fruits as a prank. So, to have climbed on his back once again gave her a great sense of achievement.

Since Wesley voluntarily offered to carry her, she really wanted to have affectionate thoughts about it but she had to control herself.

Maybe Wesley did it because of pity. It didn't mean anything.

The pain in her stomach became worse and worse, so she didn't have the strength to think about anything. She weakly stayed on Wesley's back, putting all her weight on him.

Wesley felt something and called Yuna, "Yuna! Don't fall sleep!"

He didn't notice the anxiety conveyed through his words.

Yuna wiped the cold sweat on her forehead, which was caused by the pain. "Are you scared that I may die? Wait a minute, if I really die... Wesley, would you feel sad?"

"..." Wesley's voice sounded stiff as if he were unwilling to answer the question. "I'm very busy."

It meant that he had no time to feel sad.

It didn't surprise her. She replied with an "oh" and perfectly hid the bitterness in her heart.

She could understand it.

"Why would Wesley be sad? I'm only one of his workers. If I died, he can find someone else to replace her in a flash."

As for the identity as one of Wesley's women, it was even more ironic. The things Wesley lacked the least were money and women. If one died, he could find ten more if he wanted.

Therefore, she definitely couldn't die. Otherwise, Wesley would forget about her soon. Then it really would be a great loss for her!

Wesley carried her to the shore and someone ran out from the boat. When he saw Yuna riding Wesley's back, he stopped for a second and then said, "Mr. Mu, the boat has been fixed. Are we going to set out now?"

"No," Wesley said, "Go back to the island."

"Go back?" The staff person couldn't believe his ears. "Okay, I'll inform the others."

Yuna was also confused. She lifted her head with much effort and asked, "Why go back? Aren't you going to take me somewhere?"

Wesley carried Yuna to the room and placed her on the bed. "Do you really want to die?"

It took Yuna a while to get what he said. She looked at him in disbelief.

Wesley gave up his plan to go back just because... she was uncomfortable?

He cared about her feelings?

It was too much of a surprise for her to digest, and a sudden pain struck Yuna's underbelly again. She bent her body and the pain spread all over her face.

Wesley saw the situation. He frowned and stiffly ordered, "Lie down." Then he left the room.

Yuna bit her lips and slowly settled in her bed. The pain in her underbelly became stronger and stronger; the cold sweat kept coming out from her forehead.

Not knowing why, she suddenly hoped Wesley was there with her.

That was the first time she had wanted someone to accompany her when she was ill.

But, it would be weird if Wesley voluntarily accompanied her.

When thinking about it, Yuna curled into a ball. At the moment, the door was pushed open again. She had no strength to see who it was, but she could tell from the footsteps that it was Wesley.

There was a glass of water in his hand which was still warm. He knew Yuna could hear it so he just placed the glass on the table and said, "There's no doctor on the boat. So you have to tolerate it until we go back to the island. Then I'll send for a doctor for you."

Yuna nodded. She had no strength to say a word.

She was too different from how she usually behaved.

She always used to be active and powerful, no matter if it was daytime or at night. She gave an image of power, never showing tiredness or pain.

That was the first time Wesley saw her being ill. Her face was bloodless and pale like an injured little animal.

Wesley's fist clenched and then loosened. In the end, he just pulled the quilt over and covered Yuna with it.

Yuna seemed to have felt it. She drew back into the quilt. A drop of sweat flowed down from her forehead and disappeared in a sideburn.

Wesley took a handkerchief to wipe out the sweat on Yuna's forehead.

He had never done such a thing before. Although he tried to be gentle, he couldn't control his strength well. Because of it, his strength was either too soft or too heavy.

Feeling dizzy at the moment, Yuna could only sense something pressed on her forehead. If it was in normal times, she would have jumped out in alarm.

But she didn't have the strength at the moment.

Or, it was because she didn't feel any threat.

Although the moves on her forehead couldn't be described as gentle, she could feel the person was careful with it and wouldn't try to hurt her.

Thinking like that, Yuna felt relieved and became sleepy.

"Yuna..."

There seemed to be someone calling her name, but she couldn't open her eyes. In the darkness, there were a pair of hands which dragged her down.

"Yuna, wake up!"

The voice by her ears became more worried. Yuna slowly recognized that it sounded like Wesley's voice. She wanted to open her eyes to look at him. But the hands dragging her increased the pull and she was completely trapped in the darkness...

At the last moment, Yuna thought sleepily that she might not be able to wake up again...