Official Career Storm
Chapter 602

Chapter 602: Chapter 602

Wu Yun felt much better physically, and after she was set down, she saw Zhou Qian in his arms, her eyes tightly shut, blood streaming from her forehead, and asked anxiously, "What happened to her?"

"She must have hit the seat in front of her."

Song Guanchao looked around and said, "Let’s keep moving and find a place to rest."

Half an hour later, they hid behind a slope.

The slope concaved inward, cleverly forming a cave-like spot where they could take shelter and rest.

Moreover, there was a large tree opposite them, its canopy diverting the rain and keeping the ground beneath it dry, which was quite rare.

Song Guanchao took off his clothes and pants, wrung out the water, laid them flat on the ground, and gently placed Zhou Qian on top of the clothes.

Zhou Qian, still unconscious, shivered slightly.

Wu Yun said, "She seems really cold."

Song Guanchao frowned, picked her up again, and said, "Help me."

"What should I do?"

"Take off her clothes."

"What?"

"I need to wring out her clothes; wearing them wet like this could make her sick."

"Oh."

Zhou Qian had been wearing jeans and a short-sleeve T-shirt for their undercover trip to the countryside, which made it easy to take off.

After she was stripped down to just her underwear, Song Guanchao temporarily placed her on Wu Yun, vigorously wrung out her clothes and pants, and then helped her get dressed.

Then he turned to Wu Yun, "You should take off your clothes too."

"Oh." Wu Yun shyly took off her clothes and pants. As Song Guanchao was about to hand them back after wringing them out, he suddenly saw Wu Yun kneeling on the ground, leaning forward, handing something else over, "Wring this out too."

It was her panties. Song Guanchao almost had a nosebleed; in such circumstances, it was hard not to let his mind wander as he looked down.

She was kneeling with her upper body leaning forward, blocking the view between her legs.

Even so, Song Guanchao couldn’t help but mentally conjure up a provocative scene.

He wrung out the panties and handed them back.

"Turn around," Wu Yun whispered.

When he turned around, she quickly got dressed and after a while said, "Okay."

Song Guanchao turned back and suggested, "Get closer to her; I’ll dig this side deeper."

The place, recessed inward, still felt chilling when the wind blew.

He found some branches and dug into the yellow mud.

He dug until his arms were sore before he stopped.

Originally, the hollow could accommodate one person, but after digging, three people could squeeze in.

And with both sides and the top covered, it could shield them from the wind and rain, helping to keep the warmth in.

Song Guanchao squatted down, washed his hands with the accumulated water, went over to pick up Zhou Qian, moved her to the deepest part, and covered her with his clothes.

Looking at the still-falling rain, he said, "Let’s sleep."

"Okay." Wu Yun moved closer to him, hugged his arm, and rested her head on his shoulder.

Despite the terrifying and frightening experiences they had endured that night, in that moment, she felt unusually relaxed and serene.

It seemed as long as Song Guanchao was with her, no matter what happened, there would be no fear.

Even a seemingly sure-death situation could turn around.

In her heart, Song Guanchao was like a superman, capable of anything.

Exhausted from the mental strain all night, she finally relaxed and soon felt drowsy.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Yun suddenly woke up.

The clothes on her, conveying waves of chill, made her shiver uncontrollably, her teeth chattering.

She had been woken by the cold.

Song Guanchao, a light sleeper, sensed it and immediately opened his eyes and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I, I’m cold."

Wu Yun held his arm tightly and whispered softly, "Song Guanchao, don’t you have a lighter? Can we, should we start a fire?"

"No."

"We can’t start a fire! We’re not far from where the vehicles crashed; the smoke from the fire would be spotted."

He was certain that the people arranged by Li Zhuang were still up there.

Although he set the car ablaze, Li Zhuang was very cautious, and he would definitely wait for the fire to die down before sending someone to check.

Because the cell phone was still on him.

They would definitely throw the cell phone into the car after the fire had been extinguished.

By then, Li Zhuang would discover that he was still alive.

He wanted to run further, but the rain was too heavy, and even he was having trouble discerning the directions.

Running around without clear directions could likely result in moving in circles within a certain area.

So, he stopped to rest first.

Wait for the rain to lighten up a bit, or for the sky to brighten slightly before continuing on the road.

"Okay, okay, then, then I’ll endure it," Wu Yun stammered with chattering teeth.

At that moment, Song Guanchao noticed Zhou Qian, lying beside him, also shivering from the cold.

She was unconscious, her body gently trembling every so often.

Clearly, she too was freezing.

Song Guanchao felt a headache coming on.

This wasn’t the first time he had encountered this situation.

Last time, when he and Liu Lanzi were chased by Lu Xiaotian’s men into the mountains, he had experienced a similar situation.

But the conditions weren’t as harsh as they were now.

At least it hadn’t rained that time.

And there was only Liu Lanzi; he could easily warm her with his body.

But now, there were two women.

Song Guanchao was troubled, as even with his outdoor survival experience, he was at a loss for a solution at the moment.

He gritted his teeth, reached out to lift Zhou Qian from the ground, placing her legs on his own, and then holding her against his chest.

Then, he extended his right hand, hooked Wu Yun’s waist, and with a strong pull, also brought her into his embrace.

"Hold tight to me."

"Mmm-hmm," Wu Yun wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing half of her body against him to draw warmth from him.

Song Guanchao’s left hand was slowly rubbing Zhou Qian’s thighs and arms, generating warmth for her.

His right hand was rubbing Wu Yun’s waist and thighs.

Zhou Qian’s trembling frequency decreased, while Wu Yun began to tremble gently.

"Are you very cold?" Song Guanchao asked with concern.

"No, much better now."

"I see you still trembling."

Wu Yun’s voice was low and somewhat shy, "It’s not from the cold."

Not from the cold?

Song Guanchao didn’t understand at first.

Only when her body trembled again did he suddenly realize what she meant.

She was too sensitive, trembling from his touch.

Song Guanchao hadn’t harbored any ulterior thoughts initially, but her suggestive words ignited uncontrollable desires in him.

Then, Wu Yun noticed that the only piece of clothing on Song Guanchao’s body, his underwear, was visibly stretching and rising.

Her breathing slightly quickened; she distinctly felt the force of Song Guanchao’s palm rubbing increase.

"Hey."

"Mmm?"

"My butt feels a bit cold."

"Oh..."

Song Guanchao’s hand, from the thigh, slowly crept up, quickly landing on her butt.

She wore khaki capri pants that were thinner than jeans, clinging to her skin when wet.

Despite feeling the distinct obstruction of foreign material under his touch, the situation added a few more ambiguous nuances.

"Song Guanchao, are you cold?"

"Not really."

"Let me rub for you too."

"No... hiss!"

Song Guanchao was about to refuse when her little hand had already reached out and grasped the proud Xiao Song.

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