great-warnovel Chapter 152 A Strong Wind Passes By! Skirts flutter wildly in the passageway, and the eldest brother
Chapter 152 A Strong Wind Passes By! Skirts flutter wildly in the passageway, and the eldest brother
On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, in the Langya Special Zone, besides the steel suspension bridge that crashed down, there was an even more terrifying checkpoint—the "Purification Gate".
Magistrate Fang was currently lying prostrate at the end of the suspension bridge, his legs as limp as freshly cooked noodles. He watched as the tall third son of the Qin family, as if holding a priceless treasure, led Madam Qin into the city gate.
"My lord, please get up." Master Sun gave him a push from behind, his eyes filled with complicated emotions as he looked at the strange building in front of him, which was covered in a metallic sheen. "I heard that if you want to enter the inner city, no matter who you are, you have to pass this test first. They say it's for... dust removal and sterilization, to prevent the dirty things outside from ruining the feng shui inside."
Magistrate Fang wiped his nose, stared at the dark, narrow passage that was still emitting a low, buzzing sound, and swallowed hard: "This...is this how I'm tormented?"
"Of course not." The security guard at the door sneered. It was Captain Hu He, who had thrown Master Ma into the coal mine before. He was holding an electric baton (actually a model) and pointed to the passageway: "This is the 'air shower room.' If you want to enjoy yourself in the special zone, you'd better blow away this slovenly air and muddy mess. Go in, Master Fang."
Before Magistrate Fang could even ask what an "air shower" was, Hu He shoved him into the narrow, all-metal, enclosed passageway, which was only two meters wide, like a chick.
"Clang!"
The iron gate behind him slammed shut.
Immediately afterwards, a red light suddenly lit up in that small space.
"call--!!!"
A gale, seemingly from hell, suddenly erupted from hundreds of nozzles from all directions!
The wind was so strong that it was as if a Category 10 typhoon had been compressed into this small box. Magistrate Fang's tattered official robe was instantly blown into a ball, his black gauze hat flew to the ceiling with a "whoosh," and his neatly combed hair instantly burst open, his full head of white hair dancing wildly in the wind.
"Help! A strange wind! A strange wind!"
Magistrate Fang was blown against the wall, his face undulating in the wind, and when he opened his mouth, a bellyful of cold air rushed in. Even his screams were swallowed up by the huge roar.
He felt like a speck of dust caught in a bellows, undergoing a brutal "soul stripping."
……
And right outside this "horrific" passage.
Qin Meng had just escorted Su Wan to the door.
A towering figure emerged from the shadows of the inner city.
The man wore a long black leather trench coat with the collar turned up, obscuring half of his cold, hard face. But his sharp, hawk-like eyes pierced through the wind and snow, precisely locking onto Su Wan.
It's Qin Lie.
He was the highest-ranking officer in charge of the steel fortress and the designer of this "wind-drenched defense line".
"Big brother." Qin Meng grinned and consciously released Su Wan's hand: "I'm leaving my sister-in-law to you."
I'm going over there to see if that county magistrate is dead yet. That old rascal's frail; I hope he doesn't get blown apart.
Qin Lie remained silent.
He strode forward, his large hands, encased in black leather gloves, wrapped around Su Wan's waist.
Are you cold?
His voice was deep and carried the authority of someone who had been giving orders for years, but when he looked down at the person in his arms, it turned into a pool of molten iron.
Su Wan shrank back, looking timidly at the metal door that had just swallowed the county magistrate. "Big brother, the wind sounds... so strong. Won't it blow my skirt around?"
Today she was wearing a very figure-hugging long gauze dress. Although she wore a cloak over it, the fabric was thin and easily blown by the wind.
Upon hearing this, Qin Lie raised an eyebrow slightly.
His deep eyes swept over Su Wan without restraint, his gaze lingering for a moment on the layers of her skirt, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly.
"chaos?"
A dangerous smile curved Qin Lie's lips. He gripped her slender waist tightly, lifting her up and half-embracing her in his arms.
"It's good that it's in chaos."
"It's a mess... so your older brother can help you sort it out."
"Walk."
He pressed the red button on the wall with one hand.
"laugh--"
The sound of the pressure valve releasing air rang out, and the heavy metal door slowly slid open.
Inside, Magistrate Fang, who had just been subjected to "torture," lay slumped on the ground, his hair a mess, looking utterly hopeless.
Seeing Qin Lie come in, he was so frightened that he scrambled out of the other exit, losing one of his shoes in the process.
"The area has been cleared."
Qin Lie didn't even glance at the county magistrate, and directly led Su Wan inside.
"Clang!"
The door closed again.
What was once a spacious world was instantly compressed into this tiny space.
This place is completely enclosed. All around are cold metal panels, with only the dim, yellowish glow of the explosion-proof light overhead casting an ambiguous halo. A faint smell of ozone and the scorching heat of running machinery permeates the air.
"Big brother..."
Looking at the dense array of nozzles on the wall, Su Wan instinctively felt a sense of oppression.
Before she could even get ready.
"boom--!!!"
The powerful fan starts.
A clean, powerful wind of up to 25 meters per second is instantly ejected from thirty-six angles simultaneously!
"what!"
Su Wan exclaimed in surprise.
The wind is too strong!
Her cloak billowed in the wind, and the thin gauze skirt beneath it was instantly exposed.
The gale-force winds penetrated everywhere, creating a powerful cyclone in that narrow space.
The soft fabric was pressed tightly against her body by the wind, like a second skin, outlining her exquisite curves—full breasts and slender waist—in every detail!
Even a gust of wind slipped through the gap in the skirt, lifting it high and revealing a section of her fair and delicate thigh, along with the edge of her pure white stockings.
"Well……"
Su Wan lost her balance and stumbled slightly from the wind.
Just when she thought she was about to be blown over by this evil wind.
A warm, hard wall, as reliable as a mountain, stood in her way.
Qin Lie.
He stood against the wind, like a pillar of strength stabilizing the sea. The violent air currents ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, but could not move his iron-like body.
He watched the scene unfold before him—the girl's skirt fluttering in the wind, her hair disheveled, her helpless yet alluring appearance like a small white flower trembling in a storm, waiting for a wild beast to pluck it.
The flames in Qin Lie's eyes were instantly ignited, burning even more fiercely than the fan.
"Jiaojiao".
His voice sounded somewhat distorted amidst the tremendous wind noise, yet it possessed a chilling, penetrating power:
"This wind... is really inappropriate."
"It's lifting your skirt."
As he spoke, he suddenly opened his arms wide.
His oversized black bearskin overcoat, big enough to wrap two people, looked like a giant black net, billowing in the wind.
next second.
He pulled hard!
"Hmm!"
Su Wan felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and she was pulled, clothes and all, into his masculine embrace.
The trench coat was pulled up.
The wind outside was still howling, making the leather jacket slap loudly.
But beneath this thick layer of leather, in this small space of darkness, lies a tiny world that is absolutely private, absolutely quiet, and absolutely dangerous.
There is no wind here.
Only heat.
That was Qin Lie's burning body temperature.
Su Wan was pressed against his chest, her cheek against his taut chest muscles, her nose filled with his strong, masculine scent, tinged with a faint tobacco aroma.
"Big...Big Brother..."
Su Wan tried to look up, but a large hand pressed down on the back of her head.
"Don't move."
Qin Lie lowered his head, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice low and husky, reaching Su Wan's ears through the vibrations of his chest:
"It's windy outside."
"If you move around... this dress will be open, and what's under your skirt... will be seen by those security cameras."
"Surveillance?!" Su Wan froze in shock.
"Just kidding."
Qin Lie chuckled softly, a hint of wicked mockery in his laughter:
"Who dares install surveillance cameras on my turf?"
"but……"
In the darkness, he loosened the restraint on his arms slightly, creating a small gap between the two.
But this tiny gap gave his hand an opportunity to strike.
"Although there are no surveillance cameras... my brother's eyes can see it all clearly."
His hand slipped inside the gap in the cloak.
Outside, a fierce wind raged, pressing the leather jackets tightly against their bodies.
This external pressure, ironically, became his best assist.
Qin Lie's hand, through the layer of veil that clung tightly to her skin in the wind, accurately gripped her waist.
"Jiaojiao, over here..."
He pressed his thumb firmly on the soft flesh:
"This wind is blowing so softly here..."
"So thin that my older brother could snap it in half with one hand."
"Big brother...don't..." Su Wan blushed in the darkness, her hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away a little.
But the fan was still roaring, and the enormous wind pressure pressed the two of them tightly together.
"Push what?"
Qin Lie not only didn't retreat, but instead used the wind to push her against the metal wall behind him.
The cold metal plate pressed against Su Wan's back, while in front of her was a man burning hot.
Ice and Fire.
"This fan will continue to blow for another thirty seconds."
Qin Lie leaned close to her ear and his lips captured her small, round earlobe.
"For these thirty seconds... Jiao Jiao can't go anywhere."
"I can only stay in my older brother's arms."
His hand began to slide downwards erratically.
Because of the leather jacket, he became more unrestrained in his movements.
That rough, large hand slid down the waistline to the side of the hip.
Then, there, I gave it a good squeeze.
"Just now outside...did the third brother touch this spot?"
Qin Lie's tone was tinged with bitterness, like a child whose candy had been taken away.
"No...no..." Su Wan was so anxious she was about to cry. What was all this about?!
"lie."
Qin Lie slapped that pert spot as punishment.
The sound was crisp, but it was completely masked by the wind.
"Big brother saw it."
"He let you step on his thigh."
"Hmm!"
Su Wan twitched, her toes curling up.
This pose is so embarrassing!
She was hanging on him as if she were being supported by the wall behind her and his leg.
"Jiaojiao".
Qin Lie was breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against hers, and in the darkness, his eyes shone frighteningly bright.
"The wind is too strong."
"It made my brother's heart...burn with excitement."
"Feel it..."
He grabbed Su Wan's hand and forced it against his neck.
The major arteries there were throbbing violently, and the skin was frighteningly hot.
"The fire here... is bigger than this fan."
"If you don't help your older brother put out the fire..."
"Big brother, lift up this shirt... let the wind cool Jiao Jiao down there."
This is a blatant threat!
Su Wan knew that this madman was capable of anything.
"No... Big brother, I was wrong..."
She pleaded softly, her fingers gently stroking his burning neck as if soothing a raging lion.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Lie persisted, rubbing his cheek against the soft little hand, his stubble tickling Su Wan's palm.
"The mistake was...making Third Brother carry him..."
"Anything else?"
"And... you shouldn't have worn such a thin skirt..."
"Oh."
Qin Lie chuckled, seemingly quite satisfied with the answer.
"This dress won't do."
"It's too thin."
"It's so light that a gust of wind can penetrate it."
His hand suddenly slid upwards and slipped under the gauze skirt.
It directly touched that section of warm, delicate thigh skin.
The rough fingertips scraped across the delicate skin, and the sensation made both of them gasp.
"Such a good thing...only the eldest brother can touch it."
"Even the wind won't work."
Just then.
"Beep—"
A long whistle.
The fan suddenly stopped.
The violent airflow vanished instantly, and the world returned to a deathly silence.
Only the sound of their breathing could be clearly heard in the small space.
The metal door slid open slowly.
The cold air from outside rushed in.
Qin Lie abruptly pulled his hand away, his movement as fast as lightning.
He casually tidied Su Wan's slightly messy sideburns, then wrapped the leather trench coat around her again, making sure she was completely covered.
When the two walked out of the air shower room.
Qin Lie remained the same cold and dignified defense officer, his face showing no trace of the madness and loss of control he had just displayed.
Only Su Wan's face, as red as a ripe apple, and her slightly trembling legs, revealed what indescribable things had happened in those thirty seconds of confinement.
Magistrate Fang, who had been waiting outside for a long time, was now looking at the two of them with a shocked expression, his hair styled like a bird's nest.
He saw that Grandpa Qin looked refreshed and walked with a brisk pace.
Madam Qin, however, seemed to have just weathered a storm; she slumped into Mr. Qin's arms, her eyes glazed over, her face as radiant as a peach blossom.
"This...this is a 'wind shower'?"
Magistrate Fang touched his old face, which had been stiffened by the wind, and was greatly alarmed:
"This isn't dusting at all..."
"This is clearly... a tribulation!"
"It seems that the blessings of this special economic zone... are not something everyone can enjoy!"