The girl seemed shy when she saw me wake up, as if she rarely talked to people. Her eyes were downcast and timid as she looked at me.
"You're awake."
Her gaze was exceptionally captivating, like that of an innocent infant. It held a curiosity and purity about the world that made one unable to resist exploring its mysteries.
I sat up from her embrace, clutching my head. A faint scent of jasmine still lingered around my nose.
"Where... where is this?"
I shook my head vigorously, trying to clear the muddled feeling.
I looked around and found myself in a strange cave.
It was evident the cave's owner had put a lot of effort into it; a bear's head hung on the wall, and a blanket was spread on the floor, all meticulously arranged.
Compared to this, the cave we lived in was like a slum.
Outside the cave, the sky had already darkened completely. Bright moonlight shone through the cave's opening, illuminating the ground, and the only sound was the crackling of burning firewood.
This wasn't a dream; I had actually survived!
Could it be that this girl saved me?
But I distinctly remembered the savage pushing me into the stream. How did she, alone, manage to pull a man weighing over a hundred pounds out of the water?
After the initial surprise of surviving a disaster, various doubts surfaced in my mind.
Seeing that I seemed alright, the girl dug out a few sweet potatoes from the fire and offered them to me, speaking haltingly.
"Eat quickly, to fill your stomach."
The girl's accent was a little strange, her pronunciation not entirely clear, much like a foreigner just learning Chinese.
But I couldn't afford to be picky.
Now that she mentioned it, I realized how empty my stomach felt.
Man is iron, food is steel.
I smiled, accepted the sweet potatoes, and devoured them ravenously.
While I ate, the girl remained silent, watching me with curiosity.
After I finished one, she handed me another.
With two sweet potatoes gone, I felt some strength returning. I smiled and looked up, intending to thank the girl.
Good heavens, I hadn't noticed properly before, but now, looking at the girl's attire, I nearly got a nosebleed!
Her entire outfit highlighted one word: wild beauty!
The skillfully cut animal skins barely covered her firm breasts, revealing a playful navel in the middle. Her long, slender legs were hidden within a deerskin skirt, evoking a desire to explore.
This fiery and bold ensemble, coupled with her angelic face, was simply the creator's most perfect masterpiece. No man could resist such temptation.
I swallowed with a hint of surprise. A damsel in distress saving the hero?
This was a plot straight out of a novel!
Seeing me stunned, the girl took the initiative to speak with me.
She struggled a bit as she spoke, sometimes needing to pause and think. After a disjointed conversation, I managed to understand some things, and I couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of this world.
The girl's name was Zhuoya Kosmodemyanskaya.
Her background was incredibly bizarre!
Her mother was of mixed Chinese and Russian heritage, a Soviet researcher. A long time ago, she had come to this island with the Soviet troops for a special mission.
According to her, a dangerous incident occurred, and her mother was rescued by a male savage.
She was born from this savage.
Not long after her birth, her mother went out to find food and never returned. Her father raised her until she was fourteen, then fell ill and died.
The savage tribe she lived in was patriarchal, and women had very low status.
Zhuoya inherited her mother's beauty, and shortly after her father's death, she became the object of desire for the tribe's elders.
With no other option, one night, Zhuoya quietly left the tribe and had been living alone in the wilderness ever since.
The tribe had been searching for her since she fled, and Zhuoya had clashed with them many times.
Zhuoya could understand Chinese because her mother had taught her since she was young. After her mother disappeared, she hadn't spoken it, which explained her hesitant communication with me.
Looking at Zhuoya's not-so-muscular arms, I still found it hard to believe.
However, when I personally witnessed Zhuoya break a forearm-thick piece of wood in half with her bare hands and toss it into the fire, I could only exclaim that Zhuoya possessed god-like strength!
This meant that the savage tribe had some interaction with the Soviet troops when they were still on the island.
No wonder they didn't react much when they heard gunshots!
"Brother Xiaoye, tell me about the outside world. My mother only told me a little."
Zhuoya looked at me with her big, curious eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, making my heart itch.
Suddenly, she leaned very close to me.
Oh, here we go!