great-warnovel Chapter 131 Skirt Fluttering Wildly? Third Brother Presses Down on Her Waist with One Hand, "Ge
Chapter 131 Skirt Fluttering Wildly? Third Brother Presses Down on Her Waist with One Hand, "Ge
After bidding farewell to her second brother Qin Mo's ambiguous probing with his "hidden secrets," Su Wan did not go straight back to her room to rest.
Although the rough and hot touch of Qin Mo's fingertips still lingered in her palms, making her heart pound, she still had business to attend to.
The "commercial closed loop" of the Langya Special Zone has been initially formed, and the external "blood-sucking" channels have also been laid.
Next up is Lijia'ao, which has always been like a thorn in the side of the Qin family.
Lijia'ao is a hunter's village, and the whole village is tough people who live on the edge.
Although these people were dirt poor, they were incredibly tough and had always looked down on the Qin family, these "farmers" and "exiles." A few days ago, they even took advantage of their familiarity with the terrain to intercept a batch of Qin family's mountain goods.
"If the soft approach doesn't work, then we'll try the hard approach."
Su Wan stood outside the back wall of the Qin family's canteen, looking at the enormous, newly installed structure before her, a sly smile playing on her lips:
"Since they're so tough, we'll have to melt their stomachs first."
……
Standing before her was the "biological weapon" that the twins had just hastily built based on the blueprints—
Heavy-duty industrial exhaust fans
This thing is at least two meters in diameter, and its huge iron blades gleam with a cold, hard metallic luster in the sunlight.
It was installed in a very "unethical" way in the air vent of the canteen kitchen, and directly opposite the fan blades, several hundred meters away, was the entrance to Lijia'ao village.
What's even more unethical is that this is a natural hotspot.
With just a turn of this fan and the help of the northwest wind, even something as simple as frying an egg in the canteen can be carried by the wind, precisely marinating the Li family's house.
"Sister-in-law, shall we turn it on now?"
Qin Feng, the fifth installer in charge, jumped down from the ladder, wiping the machine oil off his hands with a mischievous grin.
"Today the canteen stewed a whole 500 catties of braised pork, using only the top-quality pork with five layers of fat and three layers from the space, and the caramelized sugar was so shiny... If this wind blows over, I'm afraid the people in the next village will be able to gnaw on the walls."
Su Wan glanced at the wind direction and nodded in satisfaction:
"open."
"Not only should it be turned on, but the power should be turned on to the maximum."
She straightened her skirt and chuckled softly:
"Since we're neighbors, we should 'share' good things with each other."
"Okay!"
Qin Feng excitedly pulled the switch.
"Buzz—!!!"
A loud crackling sound of electricity rang out, and the heavy iron blades began to rotate slowly, gradually increasing in speed until they became a blur.
The violent airflow was instantly sucked in and then violently expelled!
"call--"
A powerful, artificial hurricane, carrying with it the outrageously rich aroma of meat, oil, and sauce from the kitchen, blasted downwind like a tangible cannonball.
however.
Su Wan underestimated the power of this "industrial-grade" fan, as well as the swirling airflow at the vent.
Just as the fan was running at full speed, a huge gust of wind suddenly swept back!
"ah!"
Su Wan is wearing the "cloud gauze dress" that was specially made for the promotion today.
This material is as light and thin as smoke; it is beautiful, but it offers absolutely no protection against this fierce wind.
A sudden gust of wind filled her skirt, and the originally flowing fabric, like a blooming white lotus, billowed uncontrollably upwards, about to reveal her long legs clad in sheer stockings, and even... more private scenery.
Su Wan gasped in surprise and instinctively reached out to press down on her skirt.
But under this level of wind pressure, her strength was simply a drop in the ocean.
At this critical moment.
"boom!"
A towering, mountain-like black shadow, accompanied by scorching heat, suddenly descended.
No nonsense.
A thick, powerful hand, covered in veins, reached out and grabbed Su Wan's fluttering fabric at the back of her waist, pulling her into his arms like a chick.
"Bang."
Su Wan's nose bumped into a wall of flesh as hard as iron.
Those are... extremely well-developed pectoral muscles.
There is no fabric obstruction.
A naked, hot, even sweaty and oily male chest dominated her entire field of vision and filled her nasal cavity.
It smelled of soapberry, rust, and strong male hormones.
"Third...Third Brother?"
Su Wan was so shocked by the impact that she saw stars and hadn't even reacted yet.
"Don't move."
From above came Qin Meng's deep, thunderous voice.
His voice was hoarse from nervousness, with a noticeable heavy breathing.
Qin Meng had just come down from the construction site today, wearing only a tank top soaked in sweat. The muscles on his upper arms bulged out, rising and falling as if breathing.
He was like an iron tower, firmly planted in front of Su Wan, using his astonishingly broad back to shield her from the raging back wind.
"Sister-in-law, this is no normal thing."
Qin Meng pressed one hand against her waist, holding her firmly between his legs, while his other hand braced against the wall behind her, forming an absolutely closed and safe triangle.
He lowered his head, his usually honest and straightforward tiger eyes now bloodshot and red, staring intently at Su Wan's wind-blown hair and the startled white skin beneath her collar.
"It keeps trying to lift up my sister-in-law's skirt."
He spoke with such seriousness, as if he were genuinely just following the crowd in getting angry.
But Su Wan clearly sensed that at this moment, something even more improper than the wind...
It was the man's burning body temperature.
Because they were so close, Su Wan could clearly feel that Qin Meng's muscles were in a state of extreme tension.
The wind was strong, causing her skirt to slap against Qin Meng's thighs.
The gauze was so thin that each pat felt like scratching an itch through a boot.
Qin Meng's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
"sister in law……"
His voice was even hoarseer, carrying a hint of unbearable heat:
"Don't... stick so close to me."
"I just finished working, I'm all dirty and sweaty... Don't let the smell bother your sister-in-law."
He said not to press too close, but the big hand he placed on Su Wan's waist was like a branding iron. Instead of letting go, it subconsciously tightened a little.
That force wasn't meant to push her away at all.
Instead, he wished he could crush her and embed her into his own flesh and blood.
Su Wan was struggling to breathe from his grip. She tilted her head back slightly and looked at the strong man who was like a wild beast.
Backlit, Qin Meng's features appeared exceptionally rugged. Sweat dripped down his strong jawline, landing squarely on Su Wan's collarbone, making her shiver.
"Third Brother isn't dirty."
As if possessed, Su Wan reached out, took a handkerchief, and gently wiped away a streak of black ash from his chest.
When the fingertips touched the rock-hard muscles, the body beneath the hand visibly trembled violently.
"Third Brother only has the scent of strength on him."
Su Wan's eyes sparkled, her voice soft and sweet, like she was both pleading and igniting a fire:
"If it weren't for Third Brother's bulky body blocking me just now... I would have been blown away by the wind."
"boom--"
Qin Meng felt as if even the last thread in his mind had snapped completely.
What fan, what Lijia'ao, I've completely forgotten about it.
His mind was now filled with Su Wan's words, "the smell of strength," and the tingling sensation of her fingertips brushing against his chest.
This isn't wiping off dust at all.
This is clearly scraping his bone!
"sister in law……"
Qin Meng's breathing instantly became heavy and labored, like a bellows.
He suddenly lowered his head, his rough face almost touching Su Wan's cheek, his nose even brushing against her earlobe.
"Then sister-in-law, hurry up."
He clenched his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat:
"I'm a solid person, even if the sky falls, I can hold it up for my sister-in-law."
"As long as I stand here..."
"No one is allowed to even glance at my sister-in-law...not even this damned heavens!"
A strong wind howled behind them, blowing Su Wan's long hair so that it wrapped around Qin Meng's neck.
In this corner filled with the roar of machinery, the two embraced tightly.
The man's strength and the woman's gentleness created an extremely strong visual impact at this moment.
It was as if he were that mountain.
She is the only beautiful flower on the mountain, one that needs to be protected with one's life.
……
And at this very moment.
The entrance to Lijia'ao Village is a few hundred meters away.
It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon.
The hunters' leader, Li Daba, was squatting on the millstone at the village entrance, holding a black cornbread that was as hard as a rock in his hands, and swallowing it with difficulty while drinking a bowl of cold water.
"This awful weather, it's getting colder and colder."
Li Daba took a big bite of the cornbread, which hurt his teeth from the hard texture, and he couldn't help but curse:
"Damn the Qin family, I don't know where they got so much food. I heard they serve meat at every meal in their canteen? Aren't they afraid of overeating?"
"Boss! Boss! Something terrible has happened!"
A young hunter came stumbling and scrambling over, his face filled with terror, his nose twitching wildly:
"Poison! The Qin family has released poison!"
"What poison? Don't make a fuss!"
Li Daba snorted disdainfully, and was about to stand up and teach his men a lesson.
however.
In the very next second.
An indescribable smell swept in from the fierce northwest wind, covering everything.
That wasn't the pungent smell of toxic fumes.
That is……
The incredibly rich flavor of braised pork, achieved through high-temperature stir-frying, with the fat and sugar caramelized...
Moreover, it's not a faint fragrance; it's an intense aroma, like someone is holding a pot of freshly cooked meat right under your nostrils!
"Gulp."
Li Daba's Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably.
Immediately following was a loud rumble from inside my stomach—"Gurgle!"
It wasn't just him.
The entire Lijia'ao was in an uproar.
The women who had been hiding indoors to avoid the wind, the children rolling in the mud, even the village's few hunting dogs that were skin and bones...
It all rushed out!
They all tilted their heads back, mouths agape, like drowning people craving oxygen, greedily inhaling the intoxicating smell in the air.
"This is...the smell of meat?"
"What kind of meat is this? It smells so good! It's a hundred times better than the stewed meat we ate during Chinese New Year!"
"Mom! I want to eat meat! Waaah—"
The cries of children rose and fell, but beneath those cries lay the lurking desires of hungry children.
Li Daba looked at the black cornbread in his hand.
What I could barely swallow a moment ago now smells like shit!
"The Qin family... those damned bastards of the Qin family!"
Li Daba's eyes turned red, and saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.
This isn't ventilation at all.
This is clearly psychological attack! It's torture!
"They're deliberately trying to provoke us!"
Li Daba slammed the cornbread in his hand to the ground and roared hysterically:
"They installed such a huge fan just so we could smell something? That's so unethical! So insidious!"
"This is worse than being killed!"
……
The back wall of the Qin family canteen.
The fan continued its tireless roar.
Qin Meng did not release Su Wan even though the wind had subsided.
Instead, he seemed to be addicted, using the guise of "blocking the wind" to greedily absorb the fragrance of the woman in his arms.
"Third Brother, the wind seems to be getting weaker..."
Su Wan felt her waist was about to break from his grip, so she had to whisper a reminder.
"Huh? Oh..."
Qin Meng then seemed to wake from a dream, and reluctantly loosened his grip a little, but his large hand still loosely protected her waist, ready to pounce on her again at any moment.
"Sister-in-law, the wind was too strong just now, I was afraid it would blow you away."
He scratched his head, a simple, honest smile spreading across his face, trying to hide the momentary loss of control he had just experienced.
"Yes, thanks to Third Brother."
Su Wan tidied her messy hair, a smile playing on her lips.
Just then, Qin Feng, the fifth brother, ran out of the kitchen, carrying a small bowl containing two pieces of bright red, trembling braised pork.
"Sister-in-law! Third brother! The first batch of pork belly just came out of the pot! The most tender!"
Qin Feng ran over as if presenting a treasure:
"This is the ammunition for this 'delicious feast,' sister-in-law, would you like to try some?"
Su Wan was about to reach out to take it.
Qin Meng suddenly reached out his large hand and snatched the bowl away.
"Your hands are dirty, don't touch your sister-in-law."
Qin Meng glared at Lao Wu, then turned around, picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, and blew on it.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
He blew very seriously, his tiger-like eyes fixed on the piece of meat as if he were staring at some kind of sophisticated instrument.
Only after confirming it was no longer too hot did he carefully bring it to Su Wan's lips:
"Sister-in-law, open your mouth."
The action was as natural as feeding one's own wife.
Looking into his expectant eyes, Su Wan slightly parted her red lips and took the piece of meat into her mouth.
Rich but not greasy, it melts in your mouth.
"Is it delicious?" Qin Meng asked nervously.
"It's delicious." Su Wan nodded, a little bit of the dark red sauce on the corner of her mouth.
Qin Meng stared at the broth, his eyes instantly darkening.
He didn't take a handkerchief to wipe it.
Instead, quite naturally, he stuffed the remaining piece of meat on his chopsticks, along with the tip of the chopsticks that had just touched Su Wan's lips, into his mouth.
"Smack."
He chewed vigorously, his Adam's apple bobbing, as if he were eating not meat, but something even more addictive.
Then, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Lijia'ao in the distance, a smile that was more cruel than honest:
"Such delicious meat, let those bastards smell it..."
"They got off too easy."
"But don't worry, sister-in-law."
He stuck out his tongue, licking the lingering taste from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with the light of a wild beast hunting:
"After smelling this, they definitely won't be able to sleep tonight..."
"They'll find out when they're starving..."
"If you want to eat meat, there's no other way but to be a dog for the Qin family."