Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

After the laughter subtly subsided, the atmosphere in the secret room changed.

The water in the copper kettle had boiled dry, and the charcoal fire in the stove was making a faint crackling sound.

Qin Chuan looked at Diana.

After transforming into human form, Diana lost the imposing presence of her horse form and gained a more feminine softness.

Her long, golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her shirt collar was slightly open, revealing the clearly defined lines of her collarbone. Her long legs were crossed on the cushion, her bare ankles fair and slender.

Diana noticed his gaze, and a faint blush rose to her face.

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Chuan did not answer. He got up and walked to Diana's side, squatted down, put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her chin.

The golden pupils were exceptionally bright at close range, reflecting Qin Chuan's face.

Qin Chuan lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Diana's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed. She closed her eyes, placed her palm on Qin Chuan's chest, and felt his heartbeat.

Quickly, very powerfully.

When their lips parted, both of them breathed a little faster.

Qin Chuan's hand slid from her shoulder to her waist. The shirt fabric was thin, and he could clearly feel the firmness of her waist muscles and her body temperature in his palm.

Diana bit her lip: "Qin Chuan... this is a secret room, the door isn't locked."

"Why not just lock it?"

Qin Chuan stood up, walked to the door, and inserted the bolt.

When she turned back, Diana was already standing. The hem of her white shirt had slipped out of her leather breastplate and was hanging loosely on her body. One of the side clasps on the breastplate was undone.

Qin Chuan walked over and placed his hands on either side of her hips. Through her shirt, he could feel the shape of her bones and the temperature of her skin.

He looked down at her.

Anna.

"Um."

Qin Chuan's hand slowly moved upwards along her waistline, his fingertips touching the lower edge of the breastplate. He unfastened the remaining fasteners one by one. The leather breastplate loosened, slipped off her body, and fell onto the animal skin carpet.

Beneath the white shirt lies a full silhouette.

Qin Chuan's breathing became heavier.

He slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt, his palm resting on her waist and abdomen. Her skin was smooth and firm, the muscles of her abdomen rising and falling slightly with her breath. His hand moved upwards, touching the soft curve of her skin, his fingertips sinking in, warm and supple.

Diana grunted. She hadn't expected Qin Chuan to be so bold, which made her admire him.

The shirt slipped down.

Her long, golden hair cascaded over her shoulders and back, contrasting beautifully with her fair skin. A faint, old scar on her forearm stood out sharply in the light.

Qin Chuan bent down and pressed his lips to her cheek. Starting from her ear, he traced the curve of her neck downwards.

Diana's body trembled slightly as she ran her fingers through Qin Chuan's hair.

"Qin Chuan".

"Um."

"I want to tell you something."

Qin Chuan raised his head and looked into her eyes.

"This is my first time," Diana said, a hint of shyness and honesty in her golden eyes. "A centaur female general fears nothing on the battlefield. But this kind of thing... I have no experience."

Qin Chuan's heart softened.

"Leave it to me," he said.

Qin Chuan picked her up and placed her on a large cushion next to the low table. Diana lay on her back, her long golden hair spreading out on the cushion like a flowing golden river.

Qin Chuan bent down.

The only sounds in the sealed room were the crackling of the charcoal fire and the increasingly rapid breathing of the two people.

The cushions sagged slightly beneath the two people.

Diana's fingers dug tightly into Qin Chuan's back, her nails leaving shallow marks on his skin. She bit her lip on her shirt cuff, swallowing all the sounds.

Qin Chuan felt her body stiffen and tremble. He slowed down, supporting the back of her head with one hand, his palm pressed against her scalp.

"relax."

Diana's body gradually went limp.

The door to the secret room was locked tightly, isolating the outside world from the bolt.

At this moment, there was no identity as a clan leader, no pressure of war, and no threat from Medusa.

There were only two people.

Afterwards, the two lay side by side on the cushion.

Diana rested her head on Qin Chuan's arm, her long golden hair brushing against his shoulder. Her body was still slightly warm, and her breathing hadn't completely calmed down.

"Anna...I have an idea."

"you say."

"Let's not have children for now."

Diana's tone was calm: "Yes, you think the same way I do. I've only just become the clan leader, and there are still many things to sort out. If you've thought it through later, then tell me."

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The incident with Ivanka last time was already a major headache for him. Although he eventually resolved the issue with the help of Diana using the infertility fruit, that experience left Qin Chuan with severe psychological trauma.

Diana turned to the side, her golden eyes looking at him: "Qin Chuan, from now on, I'll listen to you in everything."

Qin Chuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"That won't do." He smiled. "You're the chieftain; you make the decisions about the centaur kingdom. I'll just be in charge of making clothes and earning money."

"I'm talking about the two of us." Diana lightly punched his chest.

"Fine, fine, you decide."

Diana laughed and buried her face in his chest.

At 2 p.m., Qin Chuan and Diana emerged from the secret room.

Diana regained her centaur form, and she took four long strides, her feet making a clattering sound.

She was still wearing the same white shirt, but the leather breastplate wasn't back on. The shirt sleeves were rolled up at the elbows, and her long, golden hair was braided back into a thick plait.

Qin Chuan walked beside her, slightly taller than her at 1.88 meters.

"Where do you want to go this afternoon?" Diana turned her head to look at him.

"Let's take a walk in the back garden."

The two walked through the castle corridors and arrived at the back garden.

The back garden of the Centaur Kingdom is completely different from that of the Spirit Cat Kingdom.

The gardens of the Civets are delicate and compact; the Civets prefer flowers and trees. The gardens of the Centaurs are spacious and rugged, mostly planted with wildflowers and shrubs from the grasslands, as well as a few tall oak trees.

A gravel path runs through the center of the garden, flanked by clusters of golden wildflowers. The afternoon sun shines down, bathing the flowers in a golden glow.

Qin Chuan extended his hand.

Diana was startled and looked down at the outstretched hand.

"Lead the way," Qin Chuan said.

Diana blushed slightly. She reached out and intertwined her fingers with Qin Chuan's.

Qin Chuan's hands were warm and dry, while Diana's palms had a thin layer of calluses, the result of years of holding a gun. Their hands clasped together, their warmth flowing between them.

The two walked slowly along the gravel path.

Qin Chuan walked slowly, and Diana slowed her pace as well, taking one step at a time.

"Qin Chuan, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how to earn a hundred million."

"One hundred million food coins?" Diana turned to look at him. "What do you need so much money for?"

"Buy starstones and build a legendary castle!"

"A legendary castle?" Diana's eyes widened. "You want to build a legendary castle?"

"Um."

Diana remained silent for a moment. The legendary castle—only the Medusa clan's Serpent Kingdom possessed one on the entire continent. It was the continent's strongest defensive fortification; any army that dared to approach it would be met with an impenetrable wall.

"If you can build a legendary castle, the entire continent's landscape will change." Diana lowered her voice.

"So I need money."

"You can use the resources of the Centaur Kingdom freely."

Qin Chuan squeezed her hand: "No need, Anna. The resources of the Centaur Kingdom belong to the centaur people. I wouldn't be so selfish."

"Okay," Diana nodded.

Qin Chuan smiled.

The afternoon sun shone warmly on the two of them. Occasionally, butterflies would flutter by in the garden, swirling among the golden wildflowers.

In the distance came the deep, resonant sound of centaur soldiers drilling, one call after another.

Diana watched the butterflies flitting about and said, "Qin Chuan. This is the best afternoon of my life."

Qin Chuan didn't say anything, but simply held her hand tighter.

In the evening, the two returned to the castle.

Dinner was prepared by the castle's kitchen. There was a large plate of roasted animal meat, a bowl of spirit grain porridge, several dishes of wild vegetables, and two jars of grassland spirits brewed by the centaur tribe.

Qin Chuan and Diana sat facing each other, eating and chatting.

Diana ate with brisk and decisive movements, taking large bites without any hesitation. But her eyes would occasionally glance at Qin Chuan, her gaze filled with a tenderness she had never shown before.

By the time we finished eating, it was completely dark.

The starry sky streamed in through the castle windows, dazzling beyond belief.

The Centaur Kingdom is located in the heart of the grasslands, free from urban light pollution, and the stars at night are so bright they can light the way.

"Let's go to the palace," Diana said.

Qin Chuan followed her through the corridor and arrived at the entrance of Diana's bedroom.