Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

The sound of the bolt hitting the door was particularly crisp in the quiet room.

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat as he watched Fan Yubing's actions.

Fan Yubing walked straight to the bed and plopped down on it. The cotton mattress was pressed into a dent, and her buttocks appeared round and full under the yoga pants.

"Brother Chuan, you're being unfair," Fan Yubing said.

The voice wasn't loud, but there was something Qin Chuan rarely heard in it. Was it being coquettish? Not really.

It's more like a righteous and assertive question.

Qin Chuan sat down on the stool opposite Fan Yubing, quickly calculating how to respond.

Fan Yubing's visit to him tonight must have been arranged by Mina. But Fan Yubing is proud, shrewd, and has high emotional intelligence; she's not the type to be easily swayed. She must have wanted to come herself.

"What's wrong?" Qin Chuan tried to play dumb.

Fan Yubing crossed her legs, making her yoga pants even tighter around her thighs.

"Mina told me everything."

Qin Chuan was a little slow to process what he heard.

"What did you say?"

Fan Yubing looked into Qin Chuan's eyes, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Stop playing dumb. Don't you have the 'Many Children, Many Blessings' system? Mina said she has a chance to gain a power boost when she plays poker with you. That's why she suddenly became so powerful, right?"

Qin Chuan's brow twitched.

So that's how Mina explained it to Fan Yubing.

While the statement that "playing poker gives you a chance to gain a performance boost" isn't entirely accurate, it's close enough.

Mina was clever; she didn't reveal anything about the Moon Dew and Gourmet Cells, only giving a vague conclusion.

Therefore, Fan Yubing believed that Mina's increased strength was related to Qin Chuan's system. To become stronger, she had to "play poker" with Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan silently gave Mina's persuasive skills a high score in his mind.

"And then?" Qin Chuan asked.

Fan Yubing stood up and took two steps in front of Qin Chuan. She was wearing close-fitting yoga pants and a tight vest. From Qin Chuan's perspective, her figure was incredibly striking.

A slim waist, wide hips, a perky butt, and well-proportioned, firm thigh muscles are the result of years of yoga practice.

Fan Yubing turned around, put her hands on her hips, and looked down at Qin Chuan sitting on the stool.

"So I've come to try my luck."

Qin Chuan looked up at her, and their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

There was something in Fan Yubing's eyes that Qin Chuan recognized very well: resentment.

Since arriving on this island, Fan Yubing has always been the most determined woman. She has the most perfect posture when doing yoga, never complains when working, and maintains an almost demanding management of her figure and appearance.

But Mina's sudden increase in strength recently has greatly stimulated her.

Mina, who couldn't lift a plank before, can now run five kilometers carrying over 100 pounds without batting an eye. Mina, who used to be quiet and reserved, is now chatting and laughing with Qin Chuan, and they have a very close relationship.

Fan Yubing isn't the type to get jealous, but she can't stand being left behind by others in certain aspects.

"I'm not that selfish," Fan Yubing continued. "Starting today, play at least three rounds of Dou Dizhu with me every day. Give the rest of the time to the other sisters."

Qin Chuan almost slipped off the stool. Three shows a day?

Qin Chuan opened his mouth, about to say something, but Fan Yubing didn't give him time to hesitate.

Fan Yubing walked up to Qin Chuan, straddled him with one leg, and sat directly on his back.

A face-to-face posture.

Qin Chuan sat on the stool, and Fan Yubing straddled his lap. The fabric of her yoga pants was stretched to its limit in this position, and her buttocks were pressed tightly against Qin Chuan's thighs.

Fan Yubing placed her hand on Qin Chuan's shoulder, her fingers gripping the muscles of his back.

Then she leaned her upper body forward.

Beneath the tight vest, two full mounds pressed directly against Qin Chuan's chest. The soft, elastic feel of them through the thin fabric caused Qin Chuan's brain to short-circuit for a moment.

"Girl, don't worry."

"I'm not in a hurry." Fan Yubing lowered her head, her breath warm on Qin Chuan's neck. "You're just too slow."

Qin Chuan's hand unconsciously landed on Fan Yubing's waist. The flexibility she gained from yoga training made her waist exceptionally slender, just the right size for both hands to encircle it.

Fan Yubing's lips were less than two centimeters away from Qin Chuan's ear.

"Brother Chuan, I can tell you a little secret."

"What?"

"I never actively sought out men back on Earth," Fan Yubing said in a low voice, her breath brushing against Qin Chuan's ear. "But on this island, the rules are different."

Qin Chuan's hand moved up a bit from Fan Yubing's waist.

Fan Yubing let out a muffled groan and her body arched slightly.

Qin Chuan lifted Fan Yubing off his lap and turned to put her on the bed.

Fan Yubing's back rested on the cotton mat, her black hair spread out on either side of the pillow. She raised her two long legs, which, encased in yoga pants, shimmered faintly under the blue light of the luminescent stone.

Qin Chuan bent down.

Fan Yubing reached behind her back, grabbed the hem of her vest, and pulled it up along her waistline.

The tight-fitting vest was taken off.

Qin Chuan's breathing suddenly became heavier.

Fan Yubing wasn't wearing a bra. As soon as her vest was off, her two fair mounds were directly exposed to the soft light of the luminescent stone.

Yoga teachers have figures that are truly different from ordinary people.

Qin Chuan's gaze lingered on Fan Yubing for several seconds.

Fan Yubing did not avoid his gaze; instead, she straightened her back slightly, allowing her body to be displayed more fully in the soft light.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Have you seen enough?"

Qin Chuan did not answer, but lowered his head and his lips landed on Fan Yubing's cheek.

Fan Yubing ran her fingers through Qin Chuan's hair, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

Qin Chuan's hand slid down Fan Yubing's waistline, his fingertips touching the waistband of her yoga pants, and then he slowly pulled them down.

Qin Chuan no longer hesitated, and the bed began to creak.

The soft blue light from the luminous stone bathed the two intertwined bodies, casting shadows on the stone wall that changed shape with the rhythm.

......

One hour later.

Fan Yubing lay beside Qin Chuan, her chest heaving violently. Sweat streamed down her neck, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone.

Qin Chuan closed his eyes as a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Obtained special ingredients. Character Skill 2: Survival Skill Proficiency +2 (Current Proficiency (58/200) (Preset Skill Point Allocation))]

Another +2.

Qin Chuan now realizes that the cost of adding 2 is a bit too high; the Dew Juice is no match for the Moon Dew.

Fan Yubing turned over and lay on her side, finding that Qin Chuan had gradually fallen asleep.

Fan Yubing got up and put on her clothes.

She put her tight-fitting tank top back on and pulled at the hem. She pulled her yoga pants up from her knees to her waist, tugging at the fabric that clung to her hips and thighs to make sure there were no wrinkles.

After finishing, Fan Yubing quietly walked to the door and opened it.

As soon as the door opened, Fan Yubing paused slightly.

Yang Mimi stood outside the door.