Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

Qin Chuan glanced at Vivian, then at Doria, and shook his head helplessly.

"Fine, I admit defeat."

"If Brother Chuan loses, he has to sing!" Shen Mimi was the first to chime in.

"Sing a song! Sing a song!" Keiko Kitagawa shouted.

Mina laughed beside her, "Brother Chuan, why don't you sing one song?"

Qin Chuan walked to the front of the campfire and stood still.

The firelight illuminated his dark gray cotton shirt, and his pale blue cloak hung down from his shoulders, fluttering gently in the night breeze.

What are you singing?

Qin Chuan thought for two seconds.

"Then I'll sing 'Peach Blossom Promise'."

He cleared his throat and began to speak.

Qin Chuan's voice isn't particularly pleasant, but it has a deep, magnetic quality. It's not the clear, bright tone typical of idol singers; instead, it carries a rough, weathered quality.

"At first sight, tender feelings arose; vows were made, like the wind blowing and the clouds drifting. As the years pass, I ask, what year is this...?"

The moment she uttered the first sentence, Shen Mimi's smile vanished.

Because Qin Chuan's rendition of this song felt completely different from Liu Yan's version last time.

When Liu Yan sang it, it was tender and gentle. When Qin Chuan sang it, it became calm, inclusive, and carried a deep affection that was not expressed in a subtle way.

The firelight flickered, casting its glow on Qin Chuan's face.

"The entanglements and bonds of this life have touched my heartstrings; I wonder if we will meet again in the next..."

Qin Chuan's voice became exceptionally affectionate here. Every word seemed to come from the depths of his heart, carrying warmth and weight.

When the last note was sung, the courtyard was quiet for several seconds.

"Brother Chuan sings so well..." Lin Shishi's soft voice came from the crowd.

Doria's light blue eyes glistened with moisture.

Diana crossed her arms over her chest, her golden eyes fixed on Qin Chuan, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Shen Mimi held the wine glass, but didn't drink it; she just held it up, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Alright, alright, you're done singing, let's continue playing." Qin Chuan clapped his hands, interrupting the delicate atmosphere.

He didn't want to get too sentimental at this crucial moment. Tonight was for fun, not for tears.

"Come on, next round."

Qin Chuan put the hood back on and walked into the darkness.

The fourth round has begun.

Qin Chuan walked slowly in the darkness.

The signal from the wire mesh was clear. This time, the eleven red dots were more dispersed. Some people walked close to the railing, some squatted in the corner, and some moved slowly, as if circling.

Qin Chuan didn't chase after a particular red dot like before.

He stood there for about ten seconds.

There was a red dot about seven or eight meters to his right front, moving very slowly, almost swaying in place.

Qin Chuan walked in that direction.

He walked very lightly, minimizing the sound of his leather boots on the stone slabs.

Five meters, four meters.

The red dot started moving, shifting to the left.

Qin Chuan quickened his pace, extending his right hand.

Pounced empty.

The person dodged very quickly, sliding to the side.

Qin Chuan didn't have time to stop, and his body leaned forward. He staggered half a step.

But he didn't stop. He pushed off with his foot, turned around, and chased after the person who had left.

Two steps, three steps.

My hand touched something.

waist.

Qin Chuan slapped the other person's side with his palm.

The first touch made him exclaim "Huh!" in his mind.

The muscle lines on the sides of the waist are extremely defined. They are not the kind of hard, rigid muscles, but rather firm yet supple lines; you can feel the elasticity of the muscle fibers when you press them with your palm.

And her waist was very thin. So thin that it created an exaggerated contrast with her hips.

Qin Chuan moved his hand from his side to his back. The grooves of his spine were clearly visible, and the muscles on both sides of the spine were symmetrical and even. The leopard-print long-sleeved shirt was made of a very thin fabric, almost like a second skin, clinging to his body. Through the fabric, he could clearly feel the shape of each muscle.

He moved both hands in front of him.

My abdomen is flat, but not in an empty, hollow way. When I press on it with my fingertips, I can feel the outline of my abdominal muscles.

The moment Qin Chuan's palm touched the ground, he knew exactly what was going on.

You won't find another person with this waist-to-hip ratio in the entire camp. The curve from the waist to the hips is ridiculously large; placing your hand on it feels like placing it on an upturned hillside.

"Mina." Qin Chuan pulled off the hood.

The woman standing before me wore a leopard-print long-sleeved top with silver-gray stripes that shimmered in the firelight, and black yoga pants that clung tightly to her lower body. Her face was slightly flushed in the firelight, and a smile played at the corners of her lips.

"Brother Chuan, your touch is so precise." Mina's voice was filled with laughter.

"That's right!"

Mina walked to the campfire, turned around, and faced everyone.

She didn't start singing right away. First, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then the body started to move.

Even without music, Mina's body itself is the metronome.

Her steps were slow at first, one step, two steps, each step landing on a drumbeat that only she could hear. Her hips began to sway slightly from side to side, moving her entire torso from the waist up.

The fabric of her leopard-print top stretched slightly with her movements. The two muscle lines on her sides were clearly visible beneath the fabric, and with each twist, those lines alternately lengthened and contracted.

She spoke.

The song is exotic. The melody isn't typical of Chinese songs; instead, it has a mixed North American and peninsula flavor, deep, melodious, and spiraling upwards in circles.

The singing and dancing were perfectly integrated.

With each line sung, her body shifted into a different posture. When leaning forward, her top was pulled tight, and the curve of her chest was clearly visible in the firelight. When tilting her head back, her neck stretched into a graceful arc, and the leopard-print fabric wrinkled finely below her collarbone.

During the climax, Mina increased the range of her movements.

With a sudden twist of her waist, her entire upper body swung out with the momentum of rotation. Her long black hair drew an arc in the air, the ends brushing against her shoulders and back.

The leopard-print top rode up slightly as she spun, revealing a small section of her waist and abdomen. The firelight illuminated that patch of skin, making the thin layer of sweat glow with an orange-red light.

The outline of his abdominal muscles was faintly visible under the light as Qin Chuan took a big gulp of pineapple wine.

The coolness of the liquor as it went down his throat calmed him down a little.

When Mina dances, the allure she exudes is primal, wild, and unadorned. She doesn't use hints or beat around the bush; she directly tells you with her body, "Look at me, I am beautiful."

The song ended.

Mina stopped, her chest heaving slightly, and fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

She glanced in Qin Chuan's direction.

In that one glance, the firelight danced in her eyes, reflecting an orange-red light in her black pupils.

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

Applause erupted from all directions.

"That's amazing!" Keiko Kitagawa clapped her hands.

"Mina's dancing is absolutely amazing," Shen Mimi exclaimed.

Doria covered her mouth, her eyes wide with amazement: "It's so beautiful! I've never seen a dance like this before."

Diana crossed her arms, a hint of admiration in her golden eyes.

Vivian's cat ears twitched incessantly, and her tail wagged excitedly from side to side.

Qin Chuan thought to himself that when he returned in triumph, he would surely rekindle their love.