Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

The game continues.

In the fifth round, Qin Chuan touched Shen Mimi.

The identification method was very direct. Although Shen Mimi tried her best to hold back her noise, she was too nervous, and the moment Qin Chuan touched her shoulder, she blurted out "Ah!"

Although it was only one word, Shen Mimi's voice was so distinctive. That lively, sweet tone couldn't be faked.

"Shen Mimi," Qin Chuan blurted out.

"Ah! I've been exposed!" Shen Mimi covered her mouth, the sleeves of her pale yellow sweater covering half of her face.

Shen Mimi's singing voice is average, but she sang a popular love song, and when she got excited, she danced around, which immediately livened up the atmosphere.

Qin Chuan listened from the side, a smirk playing on his lips. This woman might not be a great singer, but she's a master at creating a lively atmosphere.

In the sixth round, Qin Chuan touched Kitagawa Keiko.

Keiko Kitagawa's body is highly recognizable. She has a curvaceous figure, isn't particularly tall, and has a small frame, but is well-proportioned in all the right places. When Qin Chuan's hand slid from her shoulder to her waist and then to her hips, the delicate yet shapely feel was completely different from anyone else's.

Moreover, Keiko Kitagawa kept chuckling while being touched. Although she covered her mouth, the laughter that came out of her nose was unmistakable.

"Kitagawa Keiko."

"Hey! Chuan-ge, you're so naughty, you keep touching me." Kitagawa Keiko patted Qin Chuan, her face flushed.

"It's allowed by the rules," Qin Chuan said matter-of-factly.

Keiko Kitagawa sang a Japanese song with a light and cheerful rhythm, which amused Doria and Vivian with her cute dance moves.

......

As time went on, the game drew to a close.

The campfire had shrunk considerably, the flames now less than a meter high, having shrunk from two meters to less than a meter. The firewood crackled and popped, occasionally sending out a spark.

Qin Chuan sat back down in his chair, crossed his legs, and held the last half glass of pineapple wine in his hand.

The late autumn night wind blew in from the sea, carrying a damp, cold, and salty smell. The temperature had dropped considerably since evening, and a thin layer of white mist could be vaguely seen in the rising steam.

Shen Mimi added some dry firewood to the brazier, and the flames rose again, illuminating everyone's faces.

"I had a really great time tonight." Doria held her wine glass, her long, silvery-white hair glowing warmly in the firelight, a faint smile on her lips.

Diana downed the last glass of wine in one gulp: "I'm happy, but I can't forget about tomorrow."

The atmosphere froze slightly.

Qin Chuan glanced at Diana.

Diana met his gaze for two seconds, then looked away.

"I know," Qin Chuan said. "We'll talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow. Let's leave it at that for tonight and go to bed early."

.....

Qin Chuan returned to his room on the second floor and closed the door.

He changed into loose cotton pajamas and washed his face with cool water. The coolness of the water seeped into his skin, making him feel more awake.

Qin Chuan touched the two small bumps with his hand. They were cool. The dark purple lines on the surrounding skin were clearly visible in the mirror; those lines were still slowly wriggling, but they didn't hurt at all.

Gu Soul.

One month.

Qin Chuan turned away from the mirror and sat down on the bed. The mattress sank slightly, and the springs made a soft creaking sound.

He leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes.

Tomorrow we'll descend into the Eye of the Deep. What lies within the 21,000-meter-deep abyss is unknown to anyone. Ancient texts only describe it as the "most perilous place," inhabited by monsters that have crossed over from different dimensions of the Milky Way.

As for whether he could find something to break the Gu Soul, he had no idea.

But there was no other choice but to take this path.

The room was quiet. Outside the window, the sound of waves crashing against the shore was rhythmic.

While I was thinking about something, I heard a knock on the door.

Qin Chuan opened the door and then went back to bed.

Mina walked in sideways.

She changed her clothes. She wore a black slip dress, made of silk, very thin, which shimmered in the dim light of the corridor's glowing stones.

The straps draped down her shoulders, and the dress was loose, but her figure made the dress show off her curves.

Below the waist, the skirt ends mid-thigh. In the dim light, the exposed thighs show a healthy glow on the skin.

Mina took out the small red wooden plaque, hung it outside the door, and then closed the door.

After she finished, Mina took a few steps forward.

"Brother Chuan, I won't say any more." Mina walked to the bedside and stood in front of Qin Chuan. The hem of her black silk nightgown swayed gently as she walked, and a faint warmth emanated from her body.

I know you're leaving tomorrow.

Qin Chuan looked into her eyes. The firelight was gone; without the illumination of the campfire, Mina's eyes appeared even clearer in the dim light. Gone was her usual alluring charm; she simply looked at him earnestly and directly.

"Your figure is always the best," Qin Chuan said.

Mina smiled and pulled a pair of black stockings from the pocket of her nightgown.

It was velvet, the kind of fabric that was quite thick but had excellent elasticity. Mina sat on the edge of the bed, raised one leg, and rolled up the stockings from her toes.

The black fabric of the stockings wrapped around her ankles, calves, and knees, section by section. Her honey-colored skin was covered by the black fabric, giving it a hazy, dark sheen.

Qin Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Mina put on her other leg, stood up, and turned around in front of the bed.

The black stockings stretched from her upper thighs to her toes, accentuating the smooth lines of her legs. The hem of her slip dress rested just above the edge of the stockings, revealing a sliver of skin on her thighs.

"Are you here to say goodbye?" Qin Chuan asked.

"I guess so," Mina's voice softened. "It's also a way of encouraging you in advance."

She took a step closer, her knees touching the edge of the bed.

Qin Chuan reached out and put his hand around her waist.

When I placed my palm on it, the fabric of the silk nightgown felt cool, but the skin underneath was warm.

Mina bent over, placing her hands on either side of the bed on Qin Chuan's sides. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, brushing against Qin Chuan's face. The strands of hair felt ticklish to the touch, carrying the fresh scent of shampoo.

"Brother Chuan."

"Um."

You must come back.

Qin Chuan did not answer.

He pulled Mina over.

The faint light from the luminous stone in the corridor seeped in from under the door, casting a thin strip of light on the wooden floor. This strip of light didn't reach the bed, leaving the entire bed shrouded in darkness.

The silk nightgown fabric made a soft rustling sound as she moved.

Qin Chuan sat up, and Mina carried him on her back as they sat on the bed.

Qin Chuan pressed his chest against her back, his hands resting on her legs and stroking them.

The hem of the silk nightgown was rolled up by her fingers, flipping it upwards section by section.

Mina's breath broke into pieces.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore outside the window.

On the wall, two intertwined shadows undulated in the dim light of the luminous stone, like waves, one after another.

The sound of the waves never stopped.

It wasn't until very late that the room finally quieted down.

Qin Chuan lay on the bed with his right hand behind his head.

Mina was curled up to his left, one leg draped over his, the black stockings clinging to his calf, cool to the touch. Her face was buried in Qin Chuan's shoulder, her breathing long and even; she was asleep.

Qin Chuan did not sleep.

He looked at the ceiling, listened to the sound of the waves outside the window, and slowly closed his eyes.