My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 614

… Christina was still living a life of captivity.

When driven back to the cave by Samba, she felt she was like chickens or ducks which went out for

food, and then was shooed towards the nest at the regular time.

Samba restricted the space and time of Christina’s movement. But recently, the situation had got

slightly better. Since Christina taught him how to roast his prey correctly, Samba no longer tied her up

with ropes.

Christina was cheered up for this, feeling that her modern brain was much better than that of a primitive

man like Samba.

In fact, Samba thought that it was useless to tie her up. She cut the ropes off every time. He had taught

her for many times, but she was still disobedient.

Now, they would cleaned the fur and guts of the prey, fixed it with wooden stick, then slowly roasted

them until it got golden and crispy.

Samba was very happy to eat this kind of roast meat, but he always had a deep sense of guilt when he

made all of these preparation before cooking.

It made Christina feel funny all the time.

Maybe she had been used to this kind of process as a person of modern age, so she didn’t feel guilty

at all.

However, in Samba’s view, it was very cruel to torture animals in this way. Even though he looked

fierce and had a beard on his face, he still chanted and prayed seriously to salve his conscience. After

getting these done, he started to clean the fur and guts, then roasted them with the fire.

… Don’t be so pretentious. Don’t eat them if you can.”

Christina remembered that she had gone camping when she was studying. Many girls around her

screamed that it was too cruel… When she went to slaughter the chicken, they looked shocked. But

when they were eating the drumsticks, they looked extremely enjoyable.

Christina taught samba with a serious expression: Don’t be that pretentious.

“You are a barbarian. This is a wild island-you’ve got to be strong to succeed.”

She stood with her hands on her hips and pointed at a big black boar that had hunter tonight “The wild

boar in front of you is no longer that lively boar. Now it is just our meal. It will sacrifice itself to support

our lives. Amitabha Anitabha After saying that, Christina added a few chants

Samba looked at and listened to her, although he could not understand at all,

In fact, Samba was not as pretentious as she thought. Samba was a barbarian. Not long after he was

born, he was ostracized by his tribe. After he was weaned, he was exiled by them and made a living in

the jungle. Samba had always lived alone, and it was the instinct for him to hunt and eat prey.

Samba had been so weird recently because he was frightened by Christina’s behavior.

The boar was their meal tonight. It was a waste of food to throw the whole boar into the fire. Now, they

divided it into several lumps to roast. The rest of the meat would be hung up and dried by the wind.

Sanba had a huge appetite. Usually, two chickens were not enough for him to eat. Tonight, he ate a

quarter of the boar, while Christina lost her appetite after eating a small piece of meat. To her, the boar

meat was too dry with a weird smell. Moreover, she grew tired of the sameness of the food.

Samba reached his big hands to pressed her stomach.

Perhaps feeling that Christina hadn’t got stuffed, samba immediately pulled off a lump of pig’s foot to

her.

Christina shook her head and did not take it.

Sanba mumbled with a strict tone, as if he was scolding her.

Christina kept expressionless and refused.

Samba failed to persuade her, feeling that she was really disobedient.

It was afternoon, the sun was still shining.

Christina now didn’t know what time it is. She had turned off her phone because its battery had been

running low. She didn’t want to run down the battery just for checking the time. But according to the

position of the sun, it would take about three or four hours for the sun to set.

To her surprise, Samba took her to the forest.

Although they couldn’t communicate with each other in language, Samba succeeded to control her in a

simple way. He stood up and carried her on his shoulder. Christina was so scared that she let out a

series of screams. She had a misunderstanding that Samba was going to roast her. It was not until she

saw Samba strode towards the forest that she slowly calmed down.

Samba was a burly man and moved at a big pace. He had got used to cross this road. He felt that it

was easy to carry Christina, because Christina was lighter than a boar. Two hours later, they reached

the edge of the forest.

Samba did not take her into the center of the forest, but walked around the edge. He would pick some

fruits casually. Sometimes, he would put them into his mouth and chewed them as his big beard shook.

The fruits were fresh and juicy that really catered to his appetite

Sometimes, Samba would also pass the fruits to her. But Christina’s body was swayed and jolted as he

walked,

thus, she was not in a good mood to taste the fruits.

Moreover, Samba was an omnivorous man. Christina had witness that he ate the grass with relish.

Therefore, she could not believe in his taste, the fruit must be unpalatable.

Christina patted him on his stone-like shoulder, roared and shouted, “Put me down. I want to walk by

myself. Walk by myself -”

Although Samba didn’t understand what she said, her intention was obvious.

Samba seemed a little hesitant. He turned his head and looked at her with dark eyes. After a long, long

time, he decided to put her down.

As soon as he put her down, Samba regretted it.

Samba regretted it

Again, she was nowhere to be found.

Christina ran through the dense forest as if she were having fun. Because it was just the edge of the

forest, the trees were not so tall and thick. There were only a few low trees that were only as high as

her waist, and a few fruit trees that were three or four meters tall. There were not much prey here. Only

some small animals, such as squirrels, were looking for food on the trees.

Although it was only the edge of the forest, there was a meandering river passing by. Christina ran over

excitedly as she found the water source.

The river was very cool and clear with a few small yellow fishes swimming in it. The riverbed was

covered with smooth cobblestones.

Its depth was about a meter.

Christina took off her shoes and walked straight into the river with her clothes in. A thoroughly coolness

hit her skin and nerves and spread all her body. After a while, she had got used to it and didn’t feel that

cold. Christina hadn’t taken a bath for a long time. Hence, she dived into the river to wash herself. At

the same time, she didn’t forget to scare the fish around her. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

When sanba saw that she was in the river, his fierce face showed a frightened expression. He thought

she was dead

Samba run with his huge body. His big feet stepped on the soil, making a loud sound that was similar to

the bang of an earthquake. She immediately came out of the surface of the water and looked around

nervously.

Sambas angry face was in front of her, “I didn’t run away. I was just bathing in the river.”

Though Samba could not understand, she needed to say something, because Samba always listened

to her very carefully, as if he was studying her language,

Christina was afraid of being punished. She was immersed in the water and did not dare to move, let

alone went ashore

Samba’s eyes were fierce, and he seemed really angry. He walked into the river, and grabbed her

collar to drag her onto the shore with his big hands..

Christina lost her energy in a instant. Her whole body, together with her long hair had got wet. In

addition to her expression of fear and guilt, she looked really pitiful.

Samba roared at her, looking like an irritated parent who was scolding the disobedient kid.

That day, when Samba returned home with a bunch of fruits, Christina was tied around her waist with

tree roots while the roots were controlled by Samba. Christina, again, returned to her life of captivity.

Moreover, Christina also found that her feet were injured after crossing such a long distance. Honestly

speaking, it was not bad to be carried by Samba

When samba took her to the forest the next day, Christina still dove to the river. Samba used his

primitive brain to think for a while, but he was still confused about about the reason she loved river.

Maybe this was her habit, Samba thought.

Since then, Samba would take Christina to the river. Although she was still living a life of captivity, she

got a certain range of activity.