Her movements were tantamount to seduction.
Wen Qizhou sealed the two glittering lips, as if that wasn't enough, and the lips were as sweet as covered with honey.
He placed his palm on her neck, moved his fingertips along her skin to her collarbone, rubbed it twice, slowly opened the slightly open collar, and pulled the zipper all the way down.
Without the protection of the jacket, he walked over her skin through the thin suspender belt, feeling the softness under his palm.
"Well..." A moan escaped her lips.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly twice a second, and the blush on her cheeks quietly spread to her neck.
Ambiguity continues to ferment.
Sensing a tugging sensation at the corner of her clothes, he lowered his eyes and looked down, his eyes inadvertently looking at her round shoulders and thin arms that had been injured by the hail, lingering on the bruises that had not completely dissipated.
The string called reason suddenly tightened, closing the desire in his heart and keeping his curled fingertips away from the softness.
He changed his mind.
Covering her small earlobe with two shallow kisses, he breathed out a scorching hot breath: "I want to hear you call me."
Chi Yue, who was so confused by the kiss, opened her eyes filled with spring water and stared at his face without blinking.
She opened her lips lightly: "Pray for a boat."
"wrong."
"Wen Qizhou?"
"It's still wrong." He held her tight waist tightly and gave a hint in a mute voice: "What I want to hear is the title."
Chi Yue understood.
She lowered her head shyly: "Husband."
That voice was like the chirping of a mosquito, but it was like a tinkling clear spring, trickling through his heart and flowing to his limbs.
He was enveloped in pleasure.
Greedily wanting to hear more: "Didn't hear clearly."
"husband."
"Scream again?"
"...Husband." The soft call was full of tenderness, and Chi Yue couldn't believe that it was her voice.
She leaned close to his neck, as if she was about to smoke with shame, and changed the subject: "Don't you want any other rewards?"
"Not yet." The bruises on her body were not healed yet, and Wen Qizhou was afraid that it would hurt her if he didn't pay attention to where he touched it.
He let go of Chi Yue's waist and stroked the soft long hair: "Can you put some water for me? I want to take a bath."
"Okay." Chi Yue nodded softly.
She ran into the bathroom with her slippers on, filled the tub with stream water, and didn't forget to put the boiling rod on the water.
When he walked into the bathroom, she lay on the sofa and looked at the closed door, with a sweet curve on her lips.
Just when the heat on her cheeks was about to dissipate, an unclear gasp reached her ears through the crack in the door.
She was stunned for two seconds.
After realizing it, he hugged the round pillow between his knees, pursed his lips, and his cheeks and ear tips turned red again.
The sound of rushing water lingered in my ears.
When the slender figure, wrapped in water vapor, appeared in front of Chi Yue again, it was already half an hour later.
She quickly raised her head to look at him, pretending not to know what he had done before: "You blow dry your hair first before eating."
"Yeah." He picked up the scissors and cut the hair on his forehead, then looked for a hair dryer: "What should we eat for lunch?"
“Taro roasted chicken and kelp…”
"The rats are coming! Run!"
A scream from downstairs interrupted her.
More and more screams were mixed together. Chi Yue and Wen Qizhou walked to the French window at the same time and looked down following the sound.
I saw a dense swarm of rats, jumping towards all directions of the base with an irresistible force.
They don't know where they come from, let alone where they are going. They just occupy the entire open space like they are patrolling their territory.
When it encounters someone blocking its path, it will climb up the person's trousers, get into the person's clothes and leave a series of footprints on the body, and occasionally bite them mercilessly.
Seeing the person standing behind the bulletin board having a piece of meat bitten off, the hairs on Chi Yue's arms stood up.
"Why are there so many rats?" She frowned in disgust, deeply understanding the feelings of people with trypophobia.
"Maybe he climbed up from the mountain."
Wen Qizhou couldn't figure it out either.
He saw countless rats climbing up the steps of the hotel and immediately said: "Yueyue, give me more cement."
There were so many rats that the bathroom toilets and drains had to be sealed again, otherwise they would be difficult to clean.
Chi Yue gave him a bag of cement.
While Wen Qizhou was sealing the toilet, she carefully checked the doors and windows to make sure the rats couldn't get in, and continued to observe downstairs.
But in a short time, all the people downstairs disappeared, leaving only mice all over the floor wagging their tails.
Next to the trash can in the distance, black shadows were like dumplings. They crawled into the bucket to look for possible food residues, and a few cockroaches could be vaguely seen accompanying them.
Not long after, the base's radio rang.
The announcer said: "The base will send staff to hunt rats. Residents are asked to close their doors and windows and do not go out!"
She repeated it three times.
At the end of the third broadcast, three teams of staff wearing protective clothing came out with various tools to catch rats.
The number of rats being pinched and killed gradually increased.
The remaining group of rats ran towards the surrounding buildings to harass the residents, causing screams one after another.
The base looks "lively" in every possible way.
There were also running sounds outside their door.
Chi Yue let them scratch the door, sat down and waited for Wen Qizhou to dry his hair, and then eat the taro roasted chicken on the table together.
Not long after they had filled their stomachs, the rats downstairs had been captured, and the staff went to the building in batches.
There was a knock on the door, and a polite inquiry came: "Have you been bitten by a mouse?"
"No."
"Okay." He then reminded: "The rats in the corridor haven't been cleaned up yet, so please don't go out for the time being."
Hearing Qizhou responded: "Yeah."
Listening to the footsteps fading away, he thought for a while, dragged his chair and stool to sit by the window, and looked down from time to time.
When he saw the group of staff leaving with about a dozen people without protective clothing, his suspicions were confirmed.
He looked away: "The officials were probably afraid that the rats would carry the virus, so they took all the injured away."
Chi Yue remembered that the plague started two years later, but he did not rule out the possibility of it happening earlier, so he said: "Then let's take a look at the situation first, and if something goes wrong, we will leave early."
Although there are many inconveniences in traveling by boat, those inconveniences are nothing compared to contracting Yersinia pestis.
They were watching, and the residents who learned that the injured were quarantined were also watching, for fear that those people might be carrying the virus.
The whole base was in panic.
People who have to go out on weekdays will wrap their whole bodies tightly. Not only will they wear homemade masks, but they will also wrap their trousers tightly with tape several times.
The days of fear lasted for a week, and the group of injured people who had been isolated for observation finally appeared in front of the public.
It was confirmed that they were not infected with the plague, and the dark clouds hanging over everyone were finally cleared by the warm sunshine.
