Love Unspoken

Quinn, although somewhat reluctant, nodded.

She watched as Alexander left until his figure disappeared into the woods.

Following his instructions, Quinn guarded the two piles of firewood, occasionally adding more wood inside. In this nearly primitive place, Quinn had almost no survival experience. Without Alexander, she would probably die within two days. Compared to her, Alexander's experience was much richer. He could make use of almost everything available.

Alexander returned quickly after setting up traps.

The water in the pot was still boiling; but when he approached, he saw that the water not only hadn't decreased but had increased.

Furrowing his brow, Alexander asked, "Did you add water in there?"

Quinn nodded as if boasting, gesturing to indicate. "I thought the water was going to boil dry, so I poured more in."

Alexander's mouth twitched slightly. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down.

He raised his hand, ruffled Quinn's head, and said softly, "Don't add more water there."

Quinn blinked, puzzled.

He explained, "The water needs to boil dry. If it doesn't, how can we extract salt?"

understood this time and apologized with

said, "It's okay, just remember

Quinn nodded.

the yacht to collect the empty water bottles from before, stored them in a box, and brought back a

basket of water and placed it

several times and always returned with a full load.

with vines to make

and gave it to Quinn to eat. He also stored a basket of

the full experience. You won't find the

to help, but she couldn't do anything right and often ended

several times, she behaved and did nothing, at most picking up some firewood around the jungle, starting fires, and so on. The rest of the time was spent idly waiting

effective; he hadn't caught any

solely on traps for hunting. In his spare time, he

the fifth day, when he went out,

the seaside, he ruthlessly gutted the gray squirrel, cleaned it, chopped it into

pot and swallowed her saliva, feeling sorry for

living here for over ten days without any fatty food; and every day, she was so hungry that her stomach

Don't

experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere else. Happy reading! Alexander, using a fork made from a tree branch, picked up a piece of meat and handed