Chapter 329 - 251: Morning Exercise

Chapter 329: Chapter 251: Morning Exercise

The mischievous hand slid through a gap in the covers, pressing against warm, delicate skin.

As her physique strengthened, Su Qing’s skin had become firmer and more elastic. While the bodies of Awakened Ones were a phenomenal leap beyond ordinary humans, the silky softness of her skin hadn’t diminished in the slightest. In fact, it now possessed an astonishing vitality.

His fingertips traced the slight curve of her waist.

"Mmm... Stop fooling around."

Su Qing, still half-asleep, seemed to feel the strange sensation on her waist and grumbled softly.

Like swatting a fly, she slapped behind her haphazardly, trying to drive away the hand disturbing her sleep. Her body instinctively burrowed deeper into the bed, trying to escape the harassment.

"So sleepy... let me sleep a little longer..."

Her voice was soft, husky, and thick with sleep, lacking any of her usual gentle yet decisive demeanor. Instead, she sounded like a lazy, coquettish woman.

"You can keep sleeping." But Lin Fan was not about to let this chance for a "morning workout" slip away.

Not only did he not pull his hand back, but he pressed his entire body against her, his chest tight against her smooth back. He deliberately breathed his warm breath onto her sensitive ear.

"What time is it even..."

Su Qing flinched, the warm breath tickling her. She finally, reluctantly, opened her eyes a crack.

The next second, however, she jolted fully awake when she felt that the hand was no longer content to roam her waist but was climbing higher, and the man behind her was pressing against her aggressively.

Su Qing turned her head, her sleepy eyes taking in the dim yellow morning light inside the vehicle.

"The sun’s already up."

She lowered her voice, glaring back at Lin Fan with a mix of shyness and annoyance. A blush rose on her cheeks as she leaned her back against his chest.

"Zhaozhao is still down below..."

After all, in a space of just a few square meters, any significant noise would be audible.

Hearing this, Lin Fan shifted slightly and glanced down from the bed. In the morning light occasionally peeking through the thick side curtains, he saw the same carefree sleeper, sprawled out on her back.

After a night of tossing and turning, most of the buttons on her pajamas had "died in battle." A single, lonely button was struggling to maintain the last shred of decency as the top gaped open, rising and falling with her breath. Amidst the messy pile of blankets, a SpongeBob SquarePants pillow was clutched over her head to block the light. She was sound asleep.

"’Yikes— Avert thine eyes.’"

The corner of Lin Fan’s mouth twitched. He shrank back into the dim covers of the over-cab bed.

"She won’t hear us if we’re quiet."

A wicked grin suddenly spread across his face. He leaned close to Su Qing’s ear and whispered like a tempting Demon. Taking advantage of the moment she turned, he grabbed her wrists, pinned them to the pillow, and pressed his body down on hers.

"’You’re doing this on purpose.’ Su Qing lifted her head, her eyes shimmering."

This sense of taboo, however, was like a potent stimulant, setting her blood on fire.

In the end, she hugged the soft down pillow with both arms, burying her face in it. Her voice, trembling slightly, was as faint as the buzz of a mosquito.

...

"’Jerk...’"

Su Qing was lounging lazily against the soft, upholstered inner wall of the bed. A thin blanket covered her, but her long, shapely legs were exposed.

Her hair was a mess, with a few damp strands stuck to her sweaty temples. Her chest heaved with deep breaths, clearly not yet recovered from their earlier rhythm.

She shot Lin Fan an annoyed glare, but the corners of her eyes held a bewitching charm, as if she’d been thoroughly "watered." Her originally gentle and graceful disposition had gained a touch of worldly sensuality.

"’A bit of moderate exercise helps wake up the muscles.’"

Lin Fan spouted nonsense with a straight face, in a good mood as he pulled on a new pair of pants Su Qing had found for him the previous night.

He might not have slept well due to his dreams last night, but he felt pretty energetic this morning.

It’s just that the ceiling of the over-cab bed was too low.

He rolled back into bed to cuddle with Su Qing for a while longer. Seeing it was almost eight o’clock, the two of them finally, reluctantly, got up.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. Lin Fan rolled to the side and knocked on the side wall of the vehicle, producing a dull sound. "Time to get up!"

He was, of course, calling to the "roadblock" on the lower bunk. As long as she didn’t get up, Lin Fan felt too embarrassed to go down.

"Mmm... Brother Lin... Sister Qing... morning."

A sleepy mumble came from the small bed below.

After a bit of rustling, a few seconds passed before Chu Zhaozhao stood up slowly, hugging her pillow. She sported a messy bird’s nest of hair and looked up at the two on the top bunk with drowsy eyes. It was clear her system had just booted up and was still buffering.

"What’s that smell..." she asked, rubbing her eyes and sniffing.

"Ahem!"

Leaning against the edge of the bed, Su Qing’s pretty face flushed. She reached out, pulled the gaping collar of Chu Zhaozhao’s pajamas together, and fastened the button. She then turned to glare at Lin Fan before quickly putting on the expression of a gentle, wise big sister.

"Alright, now that you’re awake, hurry up and get washed. Time for breakfast."

"Oh, okay. I’m hungry."

Chu Zhaozhao didn’t notice the subtle scent of hormones in the air. Her attention was instantly captured by the word "breakfast." She rubbed her rumbling stomach and staggered toward the bathroom at the back of the RV like a wandering spirit.

Twenty minutes later, the three of them pushed open the door and got out of the vehicle.

Su Qing set up the induction cooker and started preparing breakfast for the three "lazybones." Chu Zhaozhao helped out at her side. Lin Fan, meanwhile, had a quick bite of some instant food and headed toward the building where Ye Qingzhou was drawing, basking in the morning sun.

"Brother Lin!"

"Morning, Colonel Lin!"

The survivors and soldiers on duty that he passed along the way all stopped what they were doing to greet him, their expressions a mixture of respect and fear.