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April 21, 2023 at 5:11 AM

RAJHHH BEGONE SNAKE !!

Anonymousperson_add

January 25, 2024 at 7:37 PM

Qi 'I can do anything' Yan will probably know how to treat a snake bite too haha 😂

<h2 style="text-align: left;">Chapter 36: Warmth</h2>Source: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3975255<div> There was a light and soft fragrance in the bed, warm and seductive. Lu Zhiqiao was lying on her side, her slender waist was tightly bound by a strong arm of the person behind her, unable to move. Her mouth was covered, and her thin soft lips were pressed against the woman's warm palm, and the breath in her ears was provocative, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, and her mind went blank. "I won't do anything, I'll just hug you." The weak, sleepy voice revealed a pleading tone. Lu Zhiqiao tensed up, her heart was beating fast due to the fright, her mouth and nose were covered and she's getting short of oxygen, and her breathing became more and more rapid, but she was worried for her daughter who was sleeping in the next bed, so she dared not move, and there was a whining sound in her throat. "Okay?" Qi Yan thought she was resisting and was about to shout, so she covered her hands even tighter. Lu Zhiqiao nodded hurriedly, and finally let go of her hand when she was about to suffocate. She took a deep breath, relaxed her straight back, and nestled limply in Qi Yan's arms. After taking a few breaths, her mood gradually calmed down. The night was quiet, and any tiny movement would be magnified infinitely. Qi Yan was very honest, she just hugged when she said she will just hug, her hands were neat and did not move, she didn't even move her fingertips. The sound of breathing in Lu Zhiqiao's ear was quiet and steady, and the frequency seemed to be in a state of half asleep. It seemed that she was not fully awake, and she must have been woken up by the sound of her getting up to go to the bathroom just now. Thinking of this, Lu Zhiqiao relaxed. The quilt is very thin, covering the body only to keep out the cold and the wind. It is no different from the air-conditioning quilt. There are two people lying on a single bed. It was a bit crowded and they had to stick closely, not allowing a gap  It is common for women to sleep together, but both of them are curvy*, and they have been in an intimate relationship. Even if their brains are not dreaming, the temperature of the body that is getting dry can hardly cover up the crooked thoughts. The soft cotton was burnt into a hard soldering iron, and the heat surged from behind with fire, flowing through their whole body little by little.*not talking about body shapes here, curvy = not straight, lala, les, gae etc. Lu Zhiqiao was burned uncomfortably. Hearing the steady breathing behind her, she thought she was asleep, so she carefully grabbed the hand in front of her, trying to move it away. "...Well, don't move." Qi Yan whispered and hugged her tightly. Her neck that had just been raised was lowered, and Qi Yan's cheeks and the tip of the nose were pressed against Lu Zhiqiao's back, rubbing, then hovering around for a while, moved behind the ear, and buried it deep in her hair. Lu Zhiqiao was very sensitive, and this made her whimper uncontrollably, especially in the silent night, she quickly covered her mouth, and stared nervously at the next bed in the dark. Her daughter was in a deep sleep and didn't move. It was Qi Yan who woke up from her doze. She moved her face away from Lu Zhiqiao's hair, thinking that she was hugging her too tightly, so she loosened her arms and said hoarsely, "Let's hug for a while, just for a while." "..." This woman is really pushing it! Lu Zhiqiao thought angrily, and she got so annoyed that she scratched her hand with her nails. "Hiss—" Qi Yan was in pain, and suppressed her voice to beg for mercy: "Don't pinch, I was wrong..." After speaking, she kissed her hair flatteringly, gently comforting her. "This is the bed you slept in." "Pillows, quilts, sheets, all smell like you..." "I'm sleeping in your smell, I am so happy." "But the more this happens, the more I miss you. You are very close to me, and yet I still can't hug you." "So, just a little longer, I promise." Qi Yan's voice is getting lower and lower, there is a brief moist feeling on the back of Lu Zhiqiao's neck, her hair on the shoulders is gently moved, and it felt a little tingly. Lu Zhiqiao's heart softened immediately, she withdrew her hand, and slowly placed her palm on the back of Qi Yan's hand, nestling quietly, allowing her to hug her. After coming out of this trip, out of her usual environment, Lu Zhiqiao found that she hasn't been herself. She was fine on the first day. But ever since Qi Yan joined them, her emotions were extremely easy to fluctuate. Subtle things could trigger a magnitude 10 earthquake in her heart, randomly thinking about what is there or what is not. She goes in circles, unable to totally get rid of Qi Yan. Qi Yan likes her, and her intentions are obvious, how could she not understand. In the past ten years, there have been many people pursuing her, men and women, big and small, some people like her face, some just want to conquer her, and some just want a gentle big sister like her, some even don't like her. For the shameless, they look for her hard-earned money to find long-term meal tickets. Maybe some of them are sincere, but she didn't want to believe them. Rather than spending time and energy understanding and accepting another person, it is better to earn more money and raise her daughter well. So she used the excuse of being married to drive away many suitors. To men, she said that she had a husband and a child, and to women, she said that she had a straight orientation and had a family. Gradually, no one approached her, and she and her daughter were the only ones depending on each other. What does Qi Yan like about her? They met in a bar, and their relationship as a one-night love partner inevitably gave them trouble in their private life. She didn't know how Qi Yan treated her, but that's how she treated Qi Yan before, thinking that the other party was just for fun. Fresh for a while. Even if coincidences happen one after another later, and the relationship changes from simple to complicated, it won't change for the better. At that time, she thought, Qi Yan just hadn't tasted enough new flavors and wanted to try again. And for her, it was just an instinctive reaction to being alone for too long. Now she discovered that Qi Yan was such an excellent person, the person she wanted to be but couldn't. The person she wanted to get close to but couldn't. So what does she like about her? Her body? Or face? She is exhausted, with only work and money on her mind, living mediocrely in a dark corner of the city, afraid to see the light, afraid to open her heart, and she still has child, whom most people would regard as oil bottles*. Who would really like her, and what is it about her that deserves to be liked by others?*excess baggage Instead of taking a gamble in trusting someone, it is better to stick to her comfort zone and live in peace. Just forget about that crazy night when they first met. As Lu Zhiqiao thought about it, her heart throbbed. She closed her eyes in the dark, and a drop of crystal slipped from the corner of her eyes, blending with the night. "Go to sleep..." Qi Yan's vague voice came from behind. The arms around her waist slowly pulled away, and she could feel that she turned over and swept away the quilt. Her movements were somewhat decisive, as if she had made up her mind with difficulty, and was afraid that she would go back on it. The warm temperature on her back suddenly disappeared. Lu Zhiqiao, felt a sense of loss. After a moment of silence, she got up, went back to the next bed lightly, and lay down beside her daughter. She lay flat for a while, then turned her head to look at Qi Yan. Thick curtains blocked the light outside, and nothing could be seen in the dark room, only the outline of the quilt arched could be vaguely discerned... …. It was late the next day, the sun had already climbed up from the horizon, and the beach was buzzing with people and it was very lively. After ten o'clock, the three hurriedly packed their belongings and set out to rent a car in the city. Because they went late, they only rented an old second-hand pickup, which looked a bit worn out. Lu Zhiqiao was worried about the safety of the car, but Qi Yan was very calm, and asked the shop owner for some emergency supplies, just in case. The local vehicles also drive on the right, and Qi Yan is quick to learn. Although the pickup is old, it has a lot of storage space. There are no restaurants on the island, only small shops. They prepared more dry food and water, as well as anti-mosquito medicines. The sun is shining, the temperature is high, and the people on the street are dressed coolly, full of the summer atmosphere. There was a long queue of cars at the pier, one by one they drove onto the ferry, and then the ferry transported them to the island in batches. Qi Yan and the others didn't know which batch they were in. They sat in the car and took the boat, driving across the boundless ocean, large and small islands becoming smaller and smaller in sight until they disappeared. There is a well-preserved tropical rainforest on the island. The densely packed trees on both sides of the road tower into the sky and are lush. The sunlight leaks through the gaps in the branches and leaves, forming a unique "wreath in the sky" scenery. Taking a deep breath of the air here will make you feel refreshed. The pickup truck was driving slowly on the forest path, occasionally passing by other vehicles, Qi Yan slowed down the speed of the car so that the mother and daughter had enough time to watch. "It turns out that trees can really grow so tall..." Lu Wei leaned on the car window, her head stretched out almost to the limit, her small mouth opened and closed. After seeing it with her own eyes, she realized that the book is not deceiving, and the pictures in her mind had concrete concepts. Qi Yan held the steering wheel with one hand, and adjusted the central rearview mirror with the other hand so that she could see the mother and daughter sitting behind. She glanced at Lu Zhiqiao with a calm expression, and said leisurely: "Yes, Niu Niu, do you know what kinds of trees are there?" The little girl was stunned for a moment, retracted her head, frowned and thought about it, and stumbled: "Poplar tree, locust tree, elm tree..." How could she know how many kinds of trees there are, and she just talked nonsense about all the tree species she had heard, and she could always be right. "You didn't get any of them right." Qi Yan shook her head ruthlessly. "Do you want to ask mom?" Lu Wei pouted, turned her head to look at her mother, and shook her arm: "Mom, do you know?" She thought that Lu Zhiqiao would ignore them and be too lazy to participate in their childish games, but unexpectedly, Lu Zhiqiao curled the corners of her mouth, calmly said, "eucalyptus tree, rubber tree, cocoa tree. There are at least three kinds. "Is that right Teacher Qi?" "Well, that's right." Qi Yan nodded in satisfaction, saw Lu Zhiqiao looking at her through the rearview mirror, raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly: "There used to be many indigenous people living here, they..." While driving, she talked about the local history and culture, and told interesting stories about her past visits here, which made the mother and daughter laugh from time to time. After observing for a day or two, she found that Lu Zhiqiao seemed to have something on her mind and was not very happy. If she is the cause, her crime can snowball. If this continues, she might have to take the initiative and stay away from both the mother and daughter. Suddenly, the car jerked, as if it hit something, and then drove for a certain distance, they swerved gradually to the right. Qi Yan frowned, held the steering wheel with both hands, stepped on the brake slowly to stop at the side of the road, and opened the door. "What's wrong?" Lu Zhiqiao's heart tightened, and she got out of the car. She saw Qi Yan circling the car with her head down, stopped at the right rear, and squatted down. The right rear wheel was slightly deflated, and there was a crack in the mud-stained sidewall. Lu Zhiqiao opened her mouth, her mind went blank: "This—" "It's okay, we'll just change it." Qi Yan said lightly, stretched out her hand and pressed the crack, got up and walked to the cargo box, picked up the spare tire and put it on the ground. She didn't know what had pierced on it just now. The old car might not be overhauled frequently, and the tire burst in no time. Fortunately, they were driving very slowly, and the cargo box at the back was also equipped with basic maintenance tools. Qi Yan moved the jack down, supported the car, raised the wrench and squatted beside the tire, and skillfully removed the screws. Her hair was loose, and the ends hung down dangerously, almost sweeping the floor. Lu Zhiqiao removed her own hair tie, then picked up Qi Yan's long black and smooth hair with both hands, gently coiled it a few times, and tied it up. It was as smooth as silk to the touch. Seeing that her long sleeves were about to rub against the mud, she hurriedly rolled up the sleeves for her, revealing her thin and smooth elbows. Qi Yan kept moving her hands, raised her eyes to look at Lu Zhiqiao, and smiled lightly. Lu Zhiqiao lowered her eyes to avoid her gaze, looked at the ruptured tire, and murmured: "You can change tires..." "After studying abroad for a few years, I have learned almost everything, and my practical ability was forced out. A friend of mine just built a wooden house for himself." She replied with a smile. "You can just hire someone to do it, you probably don't care about the labor costs." "Foreigners are not efficient. By the time they arrive, I already have all tires replaced, and it's not difficult. Anyone who can drive will have to learn it." Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips, said nothing, and looked at her quietly. Not long after, the spare tire was replaced. Qi Yan packed up the tools, clapped her hands, and looked up, and there was a bottle of mineral water with the cap open in front of her. Lu Zhiqiao held the water, didn't look at her, and only whispered, "Wash your hands." .... After changing the spare tire, they continued the tour. The trees were lush in the rainforest, and the three of them didn't dare to go to too remote places. They walked on the main road, and took pictures when they reached a scenic spot, and the sun quickly rose above their heads. The sun shines through the mottled green leaves and projects into the forest. It is just below a "sky garden". The light and shadow are graceful and the mood is soft, which is very suitable for taking pictures. Qi Yan was inspired and wanted to take some photos of the mother and daughter. First, she took a single photo of Lu Wei. The child said she wanted to go to the toilet, so she ran to the public toilet in the wooden house not far away. Lu Zhiqiao stood under the tree alone, her thin long sarong fluttering lightly. A spot of light fell on the top of her head, the afterimage was hazy, her plain and beautiful face was divided into warm and cold colors, the scenery was picturesque. "Lean to the left a little more, look up, yes, okay, don't move." Qi Yan held up the camera, lightly pressed the shutter, and capture this moment forever. "Is it done?" "Yes." "Let me see." Lu Zhiqiao raised her smiling face and couldn't wait to walk over. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from her calf. She wailed and her feet weakened, and she fell to the ground. Looking down, a small black and yellow snake was lying on the haystack, flicking out bright red tongue... 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