Official Career Storm
Chapter 614

Chapter 614: Chapter 614

At 9:30 in the evening, Song Guanchao stopped once again.

During that time, they had rested three times.

But even so, the level of physical activity was still too great for the two women.

Working in the city on regular days, although they weren’t exactly spoiled, enduring the journey continuously through day and night in such an environment would exhaust even a soldier.

Let alone two girls.

But to Song Guanchao’s surprise, although the women struggled to persevere several times, they had not once complained or expressed tiredness.

Their bodies might have been suffering, but their spirits were strong.

"Lucky us, we can get a good night’s sleep tonight."

Song Guanchao looked at the hollow in front of them and said with a smile.

This environment was even better than the place where they had stayed the night before.

Although the rain had not stopped and the temperature remained low, such an environment was already quite rare.

Song Guanchao took off the wrapped clothes.

This was his shirt, which had been used to carry vegetables.

Unveiling the clothes, inside were bird eggs he had taken from a nest up a tree, along with three wild chickens and a bunch of wild vegetables.

Wild chickens were indeed plentiful in the mountains; Song Guanchao had also spotted wild hares and snakes.

The hare was too fast to catch, and snakes were tricky to handle, plus although the women didn’t say anything, Song Guanchao could tell from their eyes that they were afraid of snakes.

Since he had already caught wild chickens, he didn’t bother to go after these creatures.

He squatted by a puddle, plucked and cleaned the chickens, then stuffed the wild vegetables into their bellies and wrapped the chickens securely in yellow mud.

Next, he found a relatively dry spot, dug a small pit, filled it with twigs, fallen leaves, and pine needles, and lit it.

Because the fire was small, he had to wait.

With their stomachs growling with hunger, the women waited over an hour before Song Guanchao dug out the wild chickens.

One for each person, they ate until nothing was left.

After eating their fill, Song Guanchao came over and said, "Alright, let’s get some sleep quickly."

He still leaned in the middle, with the women resting their heads on his shoulders, one on each side.

Song Guanchao used his hands to hold their arms, warming them.

In his embrace were soft jades, two top-tier beauties, which made him involuntarily recall the lustful events of the previous night.

But he was very tired now, having barely rested both physically and mentally throughout the day and night.

He did not know how much time had passed when he fell into a light, hazy sleep.

The two women had also fallen asleep.

They had walked day and night, with blisters on their feet and aches on the soles of their feet.

Almost as soon as they leaned against Song Guanchao for a while, they entered dreamland.

When Song Guanchao opened his eyes, he felt a headache.

He touched his own forehead; it was burning hot.

He knew he had a fever.

He exhaled softly and glanced at his watch; it was already four in the morning.

Having slept for about six hours, that was sufficient.

He shook the two women and said, "We need to get moving."

"Oh."

Rubbing their eyes and yawning, the women shivered immediately, obviously not having slept well and still cold.

But to Song Guanchao’s relief, neither of them seemed to show signs of illness.

He could not help but smile bitterly; his own health was seemingly worse than that of the two women.

Due to his illness, he walked a bit more slowly.

As daylight broke, they took a brief rest and then continued on their way.

At eleven in the afternoon, they stopped again.

Song Guanchao took out the bird nests and wild chickens he had collected along the way and prepared them the same way.

After simply filling their stomachs and resting for a bit, they set off again.

Song Guanchao confirmed that they were headed in the right direction.

According to his estimate, it would take at most two or three more days to leave the mountains.

He had never been to Old Mountain before, but he had studied the map.

Old Mountain was a range within the city limits, not very large in area; even if they were traversing it horizontally, as long as they didn’t lose direction, with their current pace, they could easily cross it in four or five days.

Along the way, Song Guanchao picked up a rather impressive walking stick.

This walking stick was thick enough to fit in his hand, and most importantly, it was very straight!

Whether for use as a hiking staff or for striking at someone, it was quite handy.

With this stick, none of the wild chickens he encountered along the way escaped his grip.

During rest, he sharpened one end of the walking stick against a stone until it was pointy.

With this, another function was added to the tree stick, throwing!

As a spear, it was directly hurled.

In the afternoon, the rain finally stopped, and there was a moment of sunshine.

Under the direct sunlight, the temperature in the forest rose rapidly, dispelling the chill.

As night fell once again, the three of them sought a lower-lying place for concealment.

After filling their stomachs, Song Guanchao felt his strength rapidly declining.

He knew it wasn’t just a decrease in physical strength but the virus’s assault.

From the fever that started at dawn until now, he hadn’t taken any medicine, relying entirely on his body’s resistance.

Even though he was in great physical condition, when illness struck it hit hard, and he eventually fell.

The moment he sat down, everything before his eyes went dark, and he nearly toppled over.

"What’s wrong with you?" The two women noticed that something was amiss with him.

"Nothing, just a bit sleepy, I’ll take a nap."

Song Guanchao forced a smile, but his complexion was frighteningly pale.

Wu Yun reached out to feel his forehead and exclaimed softly, "You have a fever!"

Zhou Qian also felt his forehead, deeply anxious.

"It’s nothing, I’ll be fine after some sleep, you two should rest as well."

Wu Yun was about to speak when Zhou Qian tugged at her, shaking her head, "Let him sleep."

Song Guanchao’s dizziness was severe, and Zhou Qian helped him to lie down on his side; not long after, deep breathing sounds arose.

Wu Yun pursed her lips, extremely worried.

But worry was futile, being sick in such a place meant one could only rely on their physical condition to fight it off.

If even Song Guanchao’s abnormal physique couldn’t withstand it, one could imagine how severe the fever must be.

"Help him take off his clothes," Zhou Qian suddenly said.

"Ah? Take off his clothes... but he’s sick."

"He’s got a fever, you can’t let him be stifled, and his clothes are wet."

Zhou Qian unbuckled his belt, saying, "Help me lift him up."

"Oh, okay." Wu Yun was at a loss, but Zhou Qian seemed to have some experience.

With their cooperation, it didn’t take long for Song Guanchao to be left in nothing but his underwear.

She set his pants aside to dry and then placed one of Song Guanchao’s legs on her own knee, massaging the inner side of his thigh, "You rub his other leg, this can help him cool off physically."

"Oh, alright."

Wu Yun mimicked her method.

The two women silently rubbed Song Guanchao’s body.

In the middle of the night, Song Guanchao’s body began to tremble lightly, and Zhou Qian said, "It’s the temperature imbalance caused by the fever."

"What do we do now?"

Zhou Qian bit her lip and said, "We can’t start a fire, the only way to warm him up is to..."

She stopped mid-sentence, looking towards Wu Yun who seemed to understand what she meant. With a faint blush, Wu Yun said nothing and silently began to undress.

She stripped down to just her underwear, removing even her bra.

Even though they were both women, Zhou Qian couldn’t help but blush at the sight.

Wu Yun silently lay down and hugged Song Guanchao from behind, using her body’s warmth to warm him.

But Song Guanchao still shivered from time to time.

At that moment, Zhou Qian suddenly stood, unbuttoning her jeans.

Seeing her actions, Wu Yun looked away, too shy to watch.

Soon, Zhou Qian was also down to just her underwear.

She lay in front of Song Guanchao, embracing him from the front.

The two women used their bodies to completely envelop him.

In his sleep, Song Guanchao felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring, the comfort making his soul quiver.

At some point, he woke up.

His head still hurt a bit, but it was much better.

Just as he was about to move, he felt a heavy weight on his body.

On closer inspection, he realized the situation he was in with the two women.

He was somewhat startled and then immediately had a natural reaction.

Zhou Qian, sensing his response, immediately looked up.

Their eyes met, and Song Guanchao saw Zhou Qian’s face rapidly enlarging in his vision, followed by her slightly thick lips pressing against his.

The hand that had been holding his arm reached down to grasp Xiao Song, pulling Xiao Song out from his underwear.

Then, she pinched her own underwear and gently tugged it down to the root of her thigh.

She moved closer to Song Guanchao, guiding Xiao Song in her hand between her legs.

Afterward, her legs parted slightly, positioning Xiao Song just outside Yumen.

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