svetikya Chapter 117 Wet Temptation, Temperature Difference in the Underground River
Chapter 117 Wet Temptation, Temperature Difference in the Underground River
The sound of the underground river flowing was amplified countless times in this enclosed cave, like countless wronged souls whispering in your ear.
The air was damp and chilly, carrying a strange smell of rotting plants and bat droppings.
The only light source came from the military-grade waterproof tactical flashlight in Zhong Kui's hand. The pale beam of light flickered in the pitch-black space, illuminating the rocky riverbank.
"Cough cough...cough..."
A heart-wrenching cough shattered the deathly silence.
Zhong Kui was kneeling on a relatively flat rock, his hands clasped together, rhythmically pressing on Zhao Ruilong's chest.
This once powerful young master Zhao, who used to wield immense influence in Handong Province, now looked like a dead fish that had been gutted and thrown onto a chopping board.
Although Qi Tongwei and that unfortunate bodyguard cushioned his fall, the wound on his broken leg, having been soaked in the bacteria-filled river water for so long, had long since turned an unnatural grayish-white. He was burning up with fever, but his face was a pale grayish-blue from excessive blood loss, and he was breathing more in than out.
"Don't let him die."
Qi Tongwei sat on a pile of rubble, taking off his water-soaked tactical vest.
His voice was hoarse and lacked emotion, as if he were talking about a damaged item.
"He won't die, but this bastard swallowed a lot of water and has a severe infection. Whether he can hold on until dawn depends on his luck." Zhong Kui didn't even turn his head, his hands moving non-stop. With each press, a crisp sound could be heard coming from Zhao Ruilong's sternum. "If he dies now, this trip will have been a waste."
Qi Tongwei did not respond.
He glanced down at the tactical dagger, now broken in two, and tossed it into the darkness.
"Splash!"
The sound of fabric rubbing together was particularly jarring in the quiet cave.
Qi Tongwei ripped off the heavy black tactical vest and tossed it aside. Then he took off the black T-shirt underneath, which was already soaked and clinging to his body.
As the wet clothes are peeled off.
A body brimming with masculine, violent aesthetics is exposed to dim, diffused light.
This isn't the kind of stiff, unnatural muscle you see in gyms, built just for show.
Every muscle in his body was like it had been carved from granite, with smooth and sharp lines—a killing technique honed through thousands of life-or-death battles.
What is most shocking is the dense array of scars on his body.
There are circular scars left by bullet holes, long centipede-like marks left by blades, and twisted skin scorched by flames.
Especially his right arm, where a large chunk of flesh had been scraped off the rock face while trying to slow down, was still bleeding, the blood trickling down his strong biceps and dripping onto the pale rock.
This body itself is a walking history of war.
"cold……"
A faint, almost inaudible voice came from behind.
Qi Tongwei turned his head.
Ye Cunxin was huddled in the corner of the rock, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
The tactical flashlight's peripheral light swept over her location.
That one glance was enough to make any normal man's blood boil.
That priceless red haute couture silk gown had now been reduced to a few tattered pieces of cloth to cover its shame.
The finest mulberry silk fabric becomes completely transparent after being soaked in water, like a layer of red mist, clinging tightly to her devilishly beautiful body.
That perfect fit outlined every curve of her body in a breathtaking way.
The skirt, which was already slit up to the upper thigh, was now torn beyond recognition.
Those two long, straight legs were exposed to the cold air without any reservation, and the skin was a pale, almost transparent color due to the long soaking in water and the cold.
That white, in the dim light, was dazzling and blinding, like the finest mutton-fat jade.
Against the backdrop of vast expanses of snow-white skin, the few bloody scratches from the thorns appeared particularly alluring. This visual impact, a blend of tragic beauty and glamour, was enough to evoke a man's most primal desires for destruction and protection.
She was trembling.
It's not fear.
It is hypothermia.
The water temperature of this underground river is close to zero degrees Celsius all year round. A normal person would suffer from hypothermia after soaking in it for ten minutes, let alone a pampered young lady like her.
Her lips had turned bluish-purple from the cold, and her once alluring peach blossom eyes were now half-open and half-closed, with water droplets hanging on her long eyelashes, her gaze unfocused as she stared at Qi Tongwei's naked upper body.
That's a heat source.
An instinctive desire made her want to get closer to that burning hot body.
"come over."
Qi Tongwei didn't waste any words, nor did he offer any hypocritical chivalry.
He simply extended one hand, his tone domineering as if he were ordering his subordinates around.
Ye Cunxin struggled to stand up, but her legs were already numb from the cold. As soon as she moved, she collapsed to the ground.
A powerful hand intercepted her in mid-air.
Qi Tongwei grabbed her slender waist with one hand and, with a slight pull, dragged the woman, who was already in a semi-conscious state, into his arms.
"Sizzle—"
That's the illusion created by the nerve endings when extreme cold and extreme heat collide.
Ye Cunxin felt as if she had bumped into a volcano that had just erupted.
The astonishing heat penetrated through their tightly pressed skin, forcefully seeping into her already frozen bone marrow.
"Well……"
She let out a whimper like a startled kitten, and her previously stiff body instantly went limp.
Those small, icy hands, almost instinctively, pressed against Qi Tongwei's broad, thick chest.
The touch from my fingertips was hard and scalding hot.
That was the high temperature caused by his blood pumping wildly after strenuous exercise.
"Don't move."
Qi Tongwei looked down at the woman in his arms, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
This woman is an absolutely deadly enchantress.
The soaked red silk did not provide any barrier at all; instead, it added a slippery, rubbing sensation.
Her two full, soft breasts were pressing against his pectoral muscles without reservation, and with her rapid breathing, waves of intoxicating sensations washed over him.
"hot……"
Ye Cunxin wouldn't listen to him at all.
Her mind was now filled only with the instinct for survival and the morbid attachment that had been ignited after that kiss.
She greedily snuggled into Qi Tongwei's arms, her pale, delicate face pressed against the crook of his neck, her nose brushing against his rough skin, each breath exhaling a chilly white mist.
Her hands began to wander restlessly.
From his well-defined abdominal muscles, the line travels upwards, across the gruesome gunshot scar, and finally rests on his still-bleeding shoulder.
"Does it hurt...?"
She tilted her head back, and her previously unfocused eyes gradually regained focus, carrying a hint of hazy intoxication and a kind of insane madness that seemed to want to devour people.
"This little injury is nothing."