Stranded on a Deserted Island—They All Started Plotting Against Me - Chapter 57 - Chapter 57

It was natural for Qin Rushuang to have this kind of humility.

After spending these days together, Zhang Liu knew her personality was calm and composed.

But Anya…

From his past experiences with her at school, he didn’t think she was the type to back down willingly.

Not causing trouble was already a favor.

“What are you staring at me for?” Anya, caught by Zhang Liu’s gaze, suddenly looked flustered, then loudly protested before muttering quietly, “If you want help, just say so. I’m not unwilling.”

“Zhang Liu, let me help! I want to confront my weaknesses head-on!” Qin Ruoshang stepped forward, and the pale pink visible under her translucent blouse stirred Zhang Liu’s nerves.

Maybe it was true what they said about a full stomach making one think of other things—at that moment, Zhang Liu found his gaze strangely hard to look away.

But just because his eyes were stuck didn’t mean his brain stopped working.

He quickly turned his head to look at Anya’s flat chest and said, “No need, I can handle it myself!”

“Huh?” Qin Ruoshang frowned in confusion, sensing something odd about Zhang Liu’s reaction.

Then she suddenly noticed the faint pink tint on her chest.

In an instant, her cheeks flushed a deep red as well.

“Zhang Liu, just look all you want. At this point, I don’t mind at all.” Without backing down, Qin Ruoshang stepped closer to Zhang Liu and said softly, “Didn’t you say that here, we have to put aside the differences between men and women first?”

Turning to look at Qin Ruoshang’s face and meeting her eyes, Zhang Liu felt momentarily confused. He sensed something inside him felt unnatural.

Qin Ruoshuang really did have beautiful features.

Her gentle arching eyebrows were like a light mist on a distant mountain.

Her pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, with long curled lashes, held pupils as clear and bright as black pearls.

In those eyes, Zhang Liu could even see his own reflection.

And in that reflection, he seemed to be looking back at “himself.”

At that moment, Zhang Liu wasn’t just making eye contact with Qin Ruoshang.

He was looking into the reflection of himself inside her pupils — or rather, facing himself.

Just one thought turned everything upside down.

A chill suddenly spread from his back throughout his whole body, making him shiver and enter an extremely calm state.

Zhang Liu finally understood why he felt that unnatural sensation!

The impure thoughts in his mind vanished instantly, replaced by deep shame.

He lowered his head in shame and apologized: “I’m sorry, I went a little overboard.”

After calming down, Zhang Liu realized that his earlier turning of the head was a fake move. He was pretending to be some upright gentleman—trying to score points with Qin Ruoshuang by faking virtue.

And acting like he was accidentally “peeking,” just to provoke a shy reaction out of her.

In short: It’s just looking at other people’s boobs and putting all the blame on the other person.

It was the worst kind of behavior—wanting to be both the pervert and the gentleman.

Because he had done it more than once!

The greatest shamelessness was being completely unaware that you were acting shameless!

Ever since Qin Ruoshuang had shown up braless, he’d been doing it non-stop.

And he even felt proud of himself, thinking he had gentlemanly manners!

Qin Ruoshuang blinked, clearly confused by what Zhang Liu was saying.

Anya stepped up too, frowning. “Zhang Liu, what are you even talking about?”

“I clearly saw Qin Ruoshuang’s chest but kept pretending to be a gentleman, thinking if I just turned away, everything would be fine. I even got distracted looking…” Zhang Liu looked at their bewildered faces and continued, deeply remorseful. “I’m sorry.”

“…That’s how you see it?” Anya turned to glance at Qin Ruoshuang’s chest, then down at her own. With some hesitation, she asked, “So… do you look at mine too?”

“Yeah, I do.” Driven by his guilt, Zhang Liu answered without reservation.

Anya’s expectant gaze lingered.

Zhang Liu added honestly, “Whenever I saw Qin Ruoshuang’s chest, I’d look at yours to calm myself down.”

“Pfft—” Despite the heaviness of Zhang Liu’s confession, Qin Ruoshuang couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

She quickly tightened her facial muscles, forcing herself to look serious.

Beside her, Anya’s expression collapsed into despair. She glanced away in shame, clearly contemplating if there was a large enough rock nearby to kill people and silence them.

“All right, all right, Zhang Liu, as a boy, having this kind of awareness is really quite respectful to girls.” Qin Ruoshuang said while catching the furious Anya mid-outburst and hugging her close.

“Really?” Zhang Liu looked at her with a face full of discouragement and asked. “You’re not grossed out by how fake I was?”

“Nope. In fact, it makes you seem more reliable as a man.” Qin Ruoshuang nodded, but her grip around the struggling Anya tightened as she added with a grimace, “That said… I’m pretty sure Anya hates your guts right now and wants to murder you. So—maybe run.”

“Huh?”

Like waking from a dream, Zhang Liu sized up Anya, who was staring at him with bloodshot eyes and a murderous look, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he fled decisively.

“Bastard! Don’t come back if you’ve got guts!” Anya shouted at Zhang Liu for the second time today, then threw the rock—bigger than her head—down hard. She turned around, buried her small head in Qin Ruoshang’s arms, and started crying loudly: “He’s a boob maniac! And… why the hell is your chest so much bigger than mine!?”

“There, there… sigh, I can’t help it either! My sister’s even bigger than me, okay?” Qin Ruoshuang said helplessly while comforting the distraught Anya. At the same time, her eyes followed the direction Zhang Liu had run off in, and a few happy smiles suddenly blooming on her face.

Only now, at this moment, did she truly accept Zhang Liu in her heart. Not just as someone useful, or someone polite. But as someone she could truly depend on.

Unlike the An family, a nouveau riche clan only a few decades deep—Qin Ruoshuang’s family, the Qin Clan, had existed for centuries. A true aristocratic lineage.

She’d seen many exceptional men growing up.

Originally, Zhang Liu was at best just a hardworking and sensible boy, not qualified to be compared with them—that was a fundamental difference in family background and understanding.

But after Zhang Liu showed this level of self-awareness in front of Qin Ruoshang, he had already surpassed those so-called outstanding men.

Looking down again at Anya, who was still crying in her arms, Qin Ruoshang’s eyes showed a complicated expression; she was already reluctant to let go.

…………………………

Half an hour later, unable to stand the scorching sun, thirsty and hot, Zhang Liu nervously returned to the cave.

To him, the atmosphere near the cave seemed off.

Qin Ruoshang had her back to him and didn’t look back even when she heard footsteps.

Anya was sitting beside her in the shade, busy working on some sheepskin.

It was far too peaceful and quiet!

Carefully observing the two, Zhang Liu even began to suspect that Anya had already dug a trap nearby, just waiting for him to step into it and be killed and buried on the spot.