Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

After Liu Yan entered the house, she casually hung up the small red wooden sign outside the door.

Qin Chuan knew that this girl wanted him to give her a massage again.

"Lie down," Qin Chuan said bluntly.

Liu Yan chuckled, loosened the belt of her purple silk nightgown, and lay down on the bed with her head facing outwards and her feet towards the headboard.

The robe rode up a bit along the waistline, revealing two dazzlingly white legs. The straps of a deep purple lace bra slipped out from the neckline and draped over her shoulders.

The millstone arches high, its curvature astonishing.

Qin Chuan glanced at it and sighed inwardly. He had indeed been working incredibly hard lately, dealing with the businesses of the three kingdoms, entertaining guests at the expo, and researching various ingredients; his energy was being drained every day.

Fortunately, he had prepared the goods in advance.

While Liu Yan was lying down and not paying attention, Qin Chuan took out a small bottle of liquid from his spatial ring. The bottle was about the thickness of a thumb and contained a light brown juice, which was the juice squeezed from a piece of dried firewood that he had bought at the expo.

He tilted his head back and took a gulp.

As the liquid entered my throat, a warm energy rose from my abdomen and quickly spread throughout my body. I felt as if I had been recharged, and all my fatigue vanished.

"Brother Chuan, what are you doing? Come here quickly." Liu Yan, lying on the bed, turned her head and urged.

Qin Chuan put the small bottle away and sat down by the bed.

"Where does it hurt?"

"My back, and my shoulders," Liu Yan said, burying her face in the pillow, her voice muffled. "I've been working on mechanical blueprints in the lab every day lately, and my neck is all stiff."

Qin Chuan's hand rested on her shoulder, his palm against the warm, smooth skin beneath her silk nightgown. His thumb pushed down along the edge of her shoulder blade with just the right amount of pressure.

"Hiss..." Liu Yan gasped, "Be gentle, that spot is so sore."

"It tastes sour, that means there's a blockage here. Just bear with it."

Qin Chuan applied a little more pressure, massaging the knots in the muscles below her shoulder blades with his fingertips. Liu Yan's body arched slightly, then slowly relaxed, letting out a long sigh.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm..." Liu Yan's voice was nasal and sticky, "Brother Chuan, your hands are so warm."

Qin Chuan's hand slid from her shoulder to her waist. Liu Yan's waist was very slender, but the curves on both sides were extremely full, and his hand could just grasp that slender waist.

Below that was a millstone covered by a silk nightgown.

Qin Chuan paused for a moment.

"Keep going," Liu Yan said, twisting her waist slightly, her tone slightly coquettish. "It's sore down there too."

Qin Chuan took a deep breath and pressed his palm down.

The millstone has a full and firm feel; when you press it down, the rebound is exhilarating.

Liu Yan's body trembled slightly, and she buried her face even deeper.

"Brother Chuan...not there."

Qin Chuan remained silent, but a fire began to burn within him.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the shadows of the two people on the bed. The sound of waves drifted from afar, alternating with the breathing sounds inside the room.

The effect of a single piece of dry firewood truly lived up to its reputation.

The two started at 10 p.m. and continued until 3 a.m.

Finally, Liu Yan collapsed onto the bed, her purple silk nightgown long since tossed aside. An oversized lace bra hung on the bed railing, swaying gently in the sea breeze.

"I'm so sleepy... I can't take it anymore..." Liu Yan rolled her eyes, her voice so weak it was barely a whisper. "Tomorrow I'm going to sleep until noon... no, 2 PM... Don't wake me up..."

Qin Chuan tucked her in. Liu Yan's cheeks were flushed, her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, her eyelids were drooping, her mouth was half open, and her breathing gradually became even.

Three seconds later, I fell asleep.

Qin Chuan lay on the headboard, turning his head to look at Liu Yan's sleeping face, pondering his next plan.

He had already thought through the four-step strategy in the ancient book repeatedly.

The first step, Diana.

Direct, straightforward, and without beating around the bush. Centaurs like this style.

Qin Chuan got up and walked to the window. The moonlight was bright, and the sea shimmered.

"Let's leave tomorrow."

He has used his spare time these days to have a gorgeous gown custom-made for Diana.

The style is different from the previous two outfits; it was specially designed to fit Diana's figure and temperament.

Qin Chuan returned to his desk, took out the long dress from his spatial ring, and checked it again under the light.

No problem. He put away his long skirt and went to bed.

Liu Yan was fast asleep beside him, her breathing soft and long.

......

The next morning, Qin Chuan got up very early.

Liu Yan was still asleep. She turned over and wrapped herself in the blanket, revealing only a tuft of hair and half of her face.

Qin Chuan didn't call her; he quietly got dressed and went out.

When I came downstairs, Shen Mimi was already busy in the kitchen. She had a blue apron tied around her waist and was carrying a pot of spirit grain porridge to the table.

"Mimi, I won't be home for lunch and dinner today," Qin Chuan said as he walked into the kitchen. "Don't save any for me for dinner."

Shen Mimi turned her head, blinking her big eyes: "Brother Chuan, are you going out again? Where to?"

"I need to take care of something in the Centaur Kingdom."

"Oh. When are you coming back?"

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after. It depends."

Shen Mimi nodded: "Okay, then be careful. Do you want to bring some food on the road? I can bake you some spirit grain cakes?"

"No."

Qin Chuan ate two bowls of porridge, said a few words to Shen Mimi, and then walked along the stone path toward the teleportation array at the edge of the camp.

A sea breeze blows, carrying the unique coolness of the early morning. Coconut leaves sway overhead, and sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Qin Chuan walked to the teleportation array, took out the inter-regional teleportation token from his spatial ring, and pressed a button on the control panel.

The purple light screen lit up, with golden patterns on it.

Qin Chuan stepped inside.

The pulling sensation from the teleportation lasted for three or four seconds. The light faded, and Qin Chuan opened his eyes.

The teleportation plaza of the Centaur Kingdom.

The floor is made of dark gray granite, and there are a dozen tall stone pillars carved with galloping horse totems. The sound of hooves rises and falls all around, and centaurs come and go.

Qin Chuan had been here several times before and was no stranger to the place.

He strode across the square and headed toward the castle.

The guards at the city gate recognized him, nodded slightly in greeting, and did not stop him.

After walking through the corridor, we arrived at the entrance of the council chamber.

Before Qin Chuan could even push open the door, Diana's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Qin Chuan pushed open the door.

Diana stood beside the stone table, flipping through a file.

Today she wore a dark brown leather breastplate, with a white shirt underneath, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

Her long, golden hair was braided into a thick plait and hung down her back. Her facial features were well-defined, with high brow bones and a pair of golden eyes that shone sharply in the light.

Upon seeing Qin Chuan, Diana's expression softened noticeably.

"Qin Chuan, you've arrived."

"Anna, are you free today? I'd like to talk to you about something."

Diana put down the file and said with a smile, "What is it, Master Qin Chuan?"

"It's a personal matter. Let's find a quiet place."

Diana paused for a moment, then nodded: "Come with me."