61: Su Chen, please don't do this... I'm still a teacher.

Su Chen's gaze swept over the group of girls in their tattered clothes, their curves fully revealed.

As the temperature rose, the soaked clothes on their bodies began to emit faint wisps of steam.

The sweet, cloying scent of their bodies in the air mixed with the moisture, becoming increasingly thick.

His gaze finally landed on Qin Ya, who was huddled in his arms, trying to pull together the torn collar of her shirt.

“Teacher Qin, you performed very well just now.”

Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but on the quiet rooftop terrace, it carried an unquestionable authority.

Qin Ya's delicate frame trembled, and her long legs, encased in black silk stockings, unconsciously pressed together.

She looked up at Su Chen, her eyes filled with struggle.

Her professional instinct as a Class Teacher told her she should maintain her distance at a time like this.

But Su Chen's god-like figure in the rain earlier had already torn a massive hole in the edge of her rationality.

During that moment just now...

Only Teacher Qin hadn't joined in when Chen Wei was inciting the crowd; she had even tried to maintain order.

Su Chen strode forward.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he carried the Class Teacher and walked directly toward the large leather master seat in the center of the terrace.

“Such behavior of sticking to principles deserves a reward.”

The corner of Su Chen's mouth curled into a smirk as he firmly pressed Qin Ya down onto his lap. He turned to look at the surrounding group of girls, whose eyes were filled with complex emotions, and spoke in a cold, hard tone.

“Since everyone is here, you might as well observe and learn what a deep Yang Energy Infusion is.”

Qin Ya's face instantly turned bright red. Her hands pressed against Su Chen's chest, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz.

“Su Chen... don't be like this, they're all watching... I'm still your teacher...”

“Teacher?”

Su Chen leaned into her ear, his breath puffing against the sensitive hollow of Qin Ya's neck, sending a shiver through her.

“Teacher Qin, do you think just because it's not cold anymore, your body is fine?”

Qin Ya was stunned for a moment, looking at him blankly.

The black rain earlier had been mixed with corrosive Yin Evil Energy.

Su Chen's fingertip brushed over a red mark on her collarbone—a trace left by the splashing acid rain.

“Without my Yang Energy to neutralize it, in half an hour at most, these toxins will travel through your blood vessels and into your internal organs.”

“When that time comes, your intestines will melt away bit by bit, just like that monster earlier.”

These words were like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing Qin Ya's last bit of reserve.

She looked down at the red mark and indeed felt a faint, chilly sting drilling into the gaps between her bones.

“I... what should I do?”

Qin Ya's voice took on a sob. The fear of the unknown made her subconsciously clutch Su Chen's lapel.

“Relax.”

Su Chen lifted Qin Ya's shirt with one hand and reached inside.

After a bit of searching, his hand stopped on her flat, warm lower abdomen.

The long-accumulated Sacred Yang True Qi in his palm instantly transformed into a spiral of powerful energy, drilling dominantly into her.

Qin Ya's face flushed with shame.

Her eyes suddenly widened, and her entire body tensed up like a fully drawn bow.

It wasn't simple heat, but a feverish warmth with a faint electrical sensation that rapidly spread from her abdomen to her four limbs and hundred bones.

That feeling was like suddenly falling into a pool of scalding hot spring water in the middle of a frozen wasteland; extreme destruction and extreme repair were battling wildly within her body.

Her face, originally pale from fear, turned rosy at a visible speed, and fine beads of sweat even began to break out.

The emotion called shame collapsed instantly in the face of the wave-like sensation of comfort.

Qin Ya could no longer maintain her dignified air.

She slumped weakly against Su Chen's shoulder, her lips tightly pressed as she let out a low, muffled groan that carried a hint of pleading.

The surrounding girls stared wide-eyed.

Especially the few girls who had been shouting along with Chen Wei; their eyes were now filled with unconcealable jealousy and regret.

In this hellish place, this kind of 'infusion' wasn't a humiliation—it was clearly the most top-tier luxury in the world.

Amidst this atmosphere of ambiguous charm...

A very faint sound of metal scraping against the floor came from the hatch leading to the lower deck.

Though Su Chen was surrounded by warm fragrance and soft skin, his martial artist's spiritual sense remained spread across the entire roof.

He didn't even turn his head, merely raising a cold eyebrow.

“Trying to keep it all for yourself?”

In a corner, Chen Wei was hunched over sneakily, one hand already reaching for the latch of the trapdoor leading to the lower carriage.

Her plan was simple: while Su Chen was 'favoring' Qin Ya up here, she would go below to steal a few bags from that mountain-like pile of emergency rations.

As long as she had food, she could find an opportunity to hook up with another convoy and wouldn't have to endure Su Chen's attitude here.

However, before her fingers could touch the latch, a sharp whistling sound tore through the air.

Puchi!

Ah——!!

A shrill scream instantly interrupted Qin Ya's fragmented moans.

A crossbow bolt flashing with cold light accurately pierced through Chen Wei's left ankle, pinning her entire person firmly to the metal floor.

Blood quickly flowed along the shaft of the bolt, blooming like an eerie flower on the grey deck.

Qin Ya, who had been huddled in Su Chen's arms, was so startled her whole body jolted, and her unfocused eyes regained their clarity.

Lin Mengyao put down the Tactical Crossbow in her hand with a cold expression.

Her slender fingers habitually pushed up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of her nose, her voice cool and devoid of any fluctuation.

“Su Chen, you don't need to be distracted by matters like trash disposal.”

Su Chen patted Qin Ya's back to signal her to sit properly, then slowly stood up.

A hint of amusement flashed in his deep eyes as he stared at Chen Wei, who was writhing on the ground in pain, her face twisted as she wailed.

He walked over unhurriedly, the sound of his boot soles stepping on the deck like the rhythmic beats of a death knell.

“Su Chen... I was wrong!”

“I was really wrong! Save me...”

Due to the intense pain and fear, Chen Wei's features were twisted together, making her look exceptionally hideous.

Su Chen leaned down and, as if picking up a dead dog, grabbed Chen Wei's hair with one hand and dragged her toward the edge of the terrace.

“Since you like running outside so much, then go take a look at the 'gift' I've prepared for you.”

He casually wiped away a smear of blood on the deck, his gaze turning toward a hidden compartment at the rear of the vehicle that he had marked earlier.