The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

Everything seems so normal. But why?

She felt as if a crack had appeared in her understanding of the world. This little brat who fell from the sky... what was he hiding in his pants?

The image and the outline she had just seen lingered in her mind.

She forced herself not to think about it, but the more she suppressed it, the clearer the image became.

She even started recalling the way the little brat slept in the tent last night...did he... *spit* it out!

Frustrated, Ling Ke tapped the metal plate of the track with her tool, producing a loud, piercing sound.

Luo Ning, standing nearby, shuddered in fright. "Sister, are you...are you alright?"

Ling Ke took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Who is she?

She is Lindsay Landau.

Bellenberg is one of the top polar explorers.

Avalanches, ice fissures, and geomagnetic storms could not move her.

Now, she's actually getting flustered over a... brat's... pants? Ridiculous.

“Shut up,” she commanded without turning her head. “Go over there and get my toolbox. The red one.” “Okay,” Luo Ning obediently ran to get the toolbox.

Ling Ke watched his jogging figure, his short legs, and his loose-fitting pants.

Everything seems so normal. But why?

She felt as if a crack had appeared in her understanding of the world. This little brat who fell from the sky... what was he hiding in his pants?

Chapter 179 Kid, take off your clothes if they're wet!

"No."

Ling Ke dropped the wrench in her hand; the sound of metal hitting the ice was crisp yet irritating.

The snowmobile's driveshaft was slightly deformed during the impact, and in this environment lacking precision tools, it was impossible to repair.

She stood up, brushed the oil off her hands, and looked around. The endless snowfield was blindingly white under the midday sun. Although the wind had stopped, the temperature continued to drop.

Communication devices still had no signal; they were trapped in the heart of this white wasteland. Trouble.

A huge problem.

She glanced at Luo Ning, who was standing not far away, poking at a snowdrift with a twig. There was still a small problem.

"Sister, can't it be fixed?" Luo Ning felt her gaze, looked up at her, and asked timidly.

"Hmm," Ling Ke managed to squeeze out a syllable. She opened her backpack and checked her remaining supplies. There were five tubes of high-energy nutritional paste left, and half a bottle of drinking water. Enough to last for two more rounds at most.

Hiking back to the supply point in this weather with a dependent in tow would be suicidal.

We must find a shelter that can protect us from wind, snow, and low temperatures for an extended period. [Luoning: System, it's my turn to shine.]

[System: Optimal target locked. Host, please move 37 meters to your left front and show interest in the snow fox there.]

The curiosity that children should have.

Luo Ning's eyes lit up. He dropped the branch, suddenly pointed in a direction, and exclaimed, "Ah! A fox!"

He dashed off like a cannonball, chasing after a small white fox peeking out from behind a snowdrift. "Hey! Don't run around!" Ling Ke scolded.

But the little devil seemed not to hear, stumbling and chasing after the snow fox, quickly circling around a patch of icy cliffs.

Ling cursed under her breath, but could only hurry to catch up with this brat who was a walking troublemaker.

After she rounded the icy rocks, she saw Luo Ning standing in front of an inconspicuous crack in the ice wall, and she stopped in her tracks. The snow fox darted into the crack and disappeared.

Luo Ning didn't chase after her anymore. Instead, she put her little hand to the crack and then turned around in surprise and shouted at Ling Ke.

"Sister! Come quick! It's warm in here... It's warm in here!"

Lingke paused in her steps.

She walked over quickly and reached out her hand with some skepticism.

A faint but clear stream of warmth, carrying damp moisture, was seeping from the crack. She immediately took off her geological pickaxe and carefully tapped the ice wall around the crack; the sound was dull and solid.

Below this is a layer of rock, not an ice layer that could collapse at any moment.

Moreover, geothermal activity of this scale has never been marked on geological maps of this area.

Ling Ke's heart skipped a beat when she saw an undiscovered natural geothermal spot.

This isn't trouble. This is life. "Step back."

She gave the order to Luo Ning, and then began clearing the snow and ice from the crack with an entrenching tool and a pickaxe. Her movements were frighteningly efficient, with ice chips and snow chunks flying everywhere.

Soon, a narrow opening, just wide enough for one person to bend over and pass through, was cleared. A wave of increasingly warm, humid air rushed in.

Without hesitation, Ling turned on her headlamp and was the first to crawl inside.

The cave passage was short and sloped downwards. After walking for about ten meters, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A huge natural cave, encased in ice crystals and rock, came into view. At the center of the cave was a natural pool of water that constantly emitted white steam.

Water vapor condenses into droplets on the cave ceiling and drips down, making a "drip, drip" sound.

Several wisps of geothermal steam hissed out from the cracks in the rocks, making the entire cave warm as spring; it was truly a paradise on the ice field.

"Wow!" Luo Ning exclaimed as he followed in, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Ling ignored him and began her professional exploration of the pool.

She checked the stability of the rock face, tested the air composition, and then took a thermometer from her backpack and dipped it into the water. Forty-two degrees Celsius.

Perfect bathing and heating temperatures. Safe.

It allows for extended stays. "Hoo!"

Ling's tense nerves, which had been taut for days, finally relaxed completely. She felt every cell in her body was screaming for her to "lie flat."

She turned around and saw Luo Ning curiously reaching out to catch the water droplets dripping from the cave ceiling; her coat was already mostly soaked with snow and melted frost.

It's deadly outside, and it's just as easy to get sick here.

“Little brat,” she said. Luo Ning turned around.

"Take off your clothes if they're wet." Ling Ke's tone was an order that brooked no argument.

To solve a problem, you need to use the most direct and efficient method. Wet clothes are a problem; taking them off will solve it.

Luo Ning flinched, a blush creeping onto her face. "Sister, are you... are you going to take your clothes off too?"

Ling didn't answer his question, and started unbuttoning her adventure suit.

For her, it was just like eating and drinking—an essential part of survival, without any superfluous meaning.

She quickly removed her heavy outer coat and inner thermal underwear, leaving only a fitted black sports vest and shorts. Her firm, shapely waistline and long, straight legs were faintly visible in the misty steam.

She placed the clothes on the dry rocks, then, without turning around, said to Luo Ning, who was still standing there in a daze, "Bring yours over too, and put them together to dry."

After saying that, she walked towards the pool, first tested the water temperature with her foot, and then slowly stepped into the hot spring, letting out a satisfied sigh.

The warm water enveloped her body, dispelling the chill and fatigue of the past few days. Luo Ning gazed at her retreating figure, then looked at herself.

[System: Opportunity created. Host, please execute the next step of the plan: deepen the target's cognitive confusion.] Luo Ning gritted his teeth and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

He had his back to Lingke, and his movements were very subtle, making a rustling sound as his clothes rubbed against each other. Lingke leaned against the rock by the pool with her eyes closed, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

But the faint sound of someone else undressing uncontrollably entered her ears. Her mind began to replay the scene from yesterday.

That extremely illogical silhouette, accentuated beneath the taut fabric. An illusion.

It must be an illusion.

She said to herself.

Hallucinations caused by low temperature and fatigue.

“Sister…” Luo Ning’s voice came from behind her, trembling with tears, “My pants… are stuck.” Ling Ke’s eyelids twitched.

She opened her eyes; the air was thick with steam, and she could only make out a blurry little figure struggling with its pants. "Trouble."

She muttered something under her breath and stood up from the water. Water droplets slid down her smooth back.

She walked behind Luo Ning and looked down at him.

Sure enough, the ill-fitting pants had their waistband knots tangled together after being soaked in water. "Don't move."

She reached out and pinched the knot.

Her fingertips inevitably touched the boy's skin on his waist. It was very hot.

It's not the temperature of geothermal heat, but a kind of... the burning heat of life.

Just as she untied the knot, and her loose trousers were about to slip down...

Ning seemed to lose her footing, cried out in surprise, and lurched forward. "Watch out!"

Ling Ke instinctively reached out to grab him.

Her hand slid down his lower back and grabbed his...buttocks.

It has a soft touch, yet possesses an astonishing firmness and elasticity that is completely at odds with its appearance.

What shocked her even more was that as her pants slipped down completely, a heavy, warm object, far beyond her comprehension, bumped straight into her lower abdomen without warning.

Through a thin, damp fabric, the sensation was so distinct it sent electric shocks through her body.

Lingke was completely petrified. Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The only sounds in the cave were the dripping water and her own deafening heartbeat.

[System: Warning! Warning! Target Ling Ke's heart rate has instantly spiked to 160! Her mental field has experienced extremely high-intensity disruption! Cognitive Module]

On the verge of collapse!

[Current Emotions: Shock 99%, Confusion 95%, Doubt (about the world) 90%, Shame and Anger 70%!] [Affection -30! The host has entered an extremely dangerous list of unknown troubles!]

Luo Ning lay on Ling Ke, sobbing softly, her body trembling slightly. "Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Ling didn't speak. She stiffly lowered her head.

Her gaze pierced through the misty vapor and landed on the source of the trouble that had shattered her worldview. It wasn't an illusion.

It wasn't a weapon or any kind of equipment. That was...

Ling felt as if her brain, like that broken snowmobile, had a broken driveshaft.

Chapter 180 Kid, why is it so hot here?

Lingke's fingertips felt like they had touched some kind of high-voltage cable. She froze on the spot, even her breath stopped.

The clear, heavy, and warm sensation on her lower abdomen felt like a piece of iron, burning a hole through all her composure and rationality.

Her brain, that sophisticated instrument that could operate efficiently in any dire situation, was now beeping under the strain, and all commands had turned into a jumble of gibberish.

[System: Target Ling Ke Landau, cognitive system severely impacted, logic module overloaded.]

"Sister... I..." Luo Ning's sobs pulled her back from her petrified state. She suddenly let go, her body jerking backward as if burned by something.

Luo Ning lost his footing and fell naked onto the slippery rocks with a cry of pain. Ling Ke didn't go to look at him.

Her cheeks, neck, and even the backs of her ears were burning. A strange, completely out-of-control feeling swept over her entire body.

She turned her back to Luo Ning and strode back to the hot spring pool, immersing herself in the warm water once more. The water could not extinguish the burning sensation within her body.

"Get dressed." She squeezed out the two words through clenched teeth, her voice cold and hard, with a tremor she herself was unaware of.

There was a rustling sound behind her, followed by Luo Ning's soft, tearful reply, "Drink."

Lingke closed her eyes and gripped the rocks by the pool with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She forced herself to analyze it. It wasn't an illusion.

The touch, weight, temperature... all the sensory feedback is incredibly realistic.

A seven or eight-year-old boy. How could this be?

Could it be a rare physiological variation caused by some kind of polar environment?