149: Chapter 149 The "Stabilizing Pillar" in the Eye of the Storm

Their lips were barely a centimeter apart.

Chen Yun's breath was scalding, carrying a reckless, frantic energy. She was a normal woman, one who had tasted the marrow and knew the flavor. She had been busy non-stop these past few days, and with Fugui constantly avoiding her to maintain distance, the fire in her heart had long since built up into magma.

Now, that magma had found its volcano.

Wang Fugui's Adam's apple bobbed wildly, and the veins on his forehead pulsed. He was no Liu Xiahui; he was Wang Fugui. A sturdy young man whose physical fitness was three times that of an ordinary person, and whose needs in that area were naturally also three times the norm.

In that instant, the string called “reason” in his mind was pulled tighter than the electrical wires outside.

As long as Chen Yun pressed closer, as soon as that soft touch connected, he guaranteed that even if the wind tore off the attic roof tonight, he would extinguish this “fire” first.

“Crack—Snap!!”

A piercing snap, like a clap of thunder, exploded in their ears.

This was immediately followed by a sharp shriek.

“Ah!! Gege! The window! The window is going to fly away!!”

That cry from Lin Xiaocao was even more effective than the thunderclap.

The pink, intimate, and ambiguous atmosphere was instantly shattered by that miserable cry.

Wang Fugui shuddered and snapped his eyes open.

He saw the wooden board that had been jammed against the window now groaning under the strain. A few rusty nails couldn't withstand this level of wind pressure and were slowly being pulled out of the rotten window frame. The gale, like a thief eager to break in, pushed the board open to a palm-width gap, and rainwater mixed with leaves and mud poured in like high-pressure water jets.

If that board flew off, the attic would instantly become a wind tunnel, and the roof would be ripped off!

“Shit!”

Wang Fugui roared softly. In this moment, all intimacy and arousal were suppressed by the instinct for survival.

He shot up from the floor like a Tyrannosaurus Rex whose tail had been stepped on.

“Get back!”

With a sweep of his large hand, he pulled the still-dazed Chen Yun behind him. Then, his entire body, like a massive boulder, slammed into the wooden board that was about to break away.

“Bang—!!”

The dull impact made the attic floor shake three times.

The board, which had already tilted thirty degrees, was forcibly pushed back into place by Wang Fugui's broad, thick back.

“Squeak—”

It was the sound of bone pressing against wood.

The wind outside seemed enraged; its howling grew louder, as if countless ghostly hands were pushing against the window.

“Damn it... that's strong.”

Wang Fugui dug his feet firmly into the floor, his calf muscles tightened like iron lumps, and the old wooden floor beneath him let out a grating, teeth-aching scrape. He braced his arms against the sides of the window frame, turning himself into a human A-frame support.

Strangely enough.

The board that had been swaying precariously instantly settled down when blocked by this “flesh tower.”

No matter how the storm raged outside, the wooden board remained completely still, as if it had been welded to the wall.

Darkness returned to the attic.

Only rainwater seeped through the cracks in the board, dripping onto Wang Fugui's bare back, sliding down the mountain-like contours of his muscles, and pooling at the waistband of his pants.

Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily.

The sudden change had happened too quickly; both women's hearts felt like they were about to leap out of their throats.

By the light of the occasional flash of lightning outside, they saw that figure.

Broad, massive, and full of power.

He was like a Stabilizing Needle of the Sea, firmly anchored amidst the crashing waves.

Protecting the small haven behind him, keeping it safe from wind and rain.

“Fugui...”

Chen Yun's voice was slightly hoarse, this time not from passion, but from worry.

She could see that Wang Fugui's back muscles were in an extremely tense state, some areas even twitching slightly. That wasn't just holding a door shut; that was wrestling with a Category 12 typhoon!

“I'm fine.”

Wang Fugui's voice came from the front, muffled but terrifyingly steady. “Jie, sit further inside, don't catch a cold.”

He didn't turn around. He couldn't turn around.

But the strong masculine scent emanating from him fermented to its peak in this increasingly confined and humid space.

Sweat mixed with rainwater, evaporating from his hot skin into a visible white mist.

That smell... Lin Xiaocao sniffed, and her eyes gradually became hazy. It was a scent mixed with rust, dirt, and scorching sun, making her feel like a homeless kitten who just wanted to curl up in his arms and roll around.

“I'm not cold.”

Lin Xiaocao suddenly climbed to her feet.

She fumbled in the darkness and found a dry towel that wasn't soaked yet.

At this moment, the little girl's eyes held none of her usual timidity, but rather the determination of a mistress of the house. She walked behind Wang Fugui, stood on her tiptoes, and gently wiped the beads of sweat mixed with rainwater from his back.

Her movements were gentle, as if she were polishing a priceless treasure.

“I'll help too.”

Chen Yun also snapped back to reality.

She found the remaining half bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and brought it to Wang Fugui's mouth: “Drink some water. Don't talk, conserve your energy.”

The cool water slid down his throat.

Behind him were two pairs of soft hands, tracing, wiping, and pressing against his iron-hard muscles.

The left hand was full and warm, the right hand slender and slightly cool.

Wang Fugui closed his eyes, feeling like a pressure cooker about to explode.

The suppressed restlessness, instead of calming down with the women's touch, surged up his spine and shot straight to the crown of his head.

“Uh...” Wang Fugui gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between them, “Could you... please stop touching my lower back?”

“Who's touching you? I'm wiping the water off,”

Chen Yun scolded him playfully, but her hand didn't stop, and she even deliberately pinched his external oblique muscle, which was hard enough to hurt her hand. “What's wrong? Weren't you going to ‘cure my illness’ just now? Can't you handle this little bit of heat now?”

“Jie...” Wang Fugui wanted to cry but had no tears.

This was blatant revenge!

This was absolutely revenge for not getting kissed earlier!

This night was extremely long.

Outside, the world was turned upside down, large trees were uprooted, and tin roofs flew through the air.

But inside this small attic, there was a strange yet cozy tranquility.

Wang Fugui maintained that posture, standing for the entire night.

His legs were numb, his arms ached, but his heart was full.

Throughout the night, not a single word about “love” or “lust” was exchanged between him and the two women.

But with every wipe of sweat, every sip of water, and every exchange of glances, something deeper and stickier than that matter bound the fates of the three people together.

That was weathering the storm together.

That was sharing life and death.