The only SSSS-level fertility constitution in the entire interstellar space

Xie Linyu watched Fu Ciyan's cold, hard back as he turned away, his throat went dry, and he vaguely guessed what Fu Ciyan was going to do.

Without much hesitation, I followed.

The basement of the villa has been transformed into a fully equipped gym and boxing training ground.

Warm white lights illuminated the spacious area, and a faint scent of cleaning agents filled the air.

Fu Ciyan had already walked to the edge of the boxing ring, taken off his jacket, and casually draped it over the railing, revealing a black short-sleeved T-shirt underneath.

His taut muscles bulged slightly with each movement as he picked up a pair of black boxing gloves and slowly wrapped bandages around his hands.

"Put on your protective gear," Fu Ciyan reminded him coldly without even looking up.

Xie Linyu twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, walked to the equipment rack on the side, and took a set of protective gear and gloves.

Once he was dressed, Fu Ciyan was already standing in the center of the boxing ring, slightly moving his wrists and neck, his gaze fixed intently on Xie Linyu.

Xie Linyu took a deep breath and stepped onto the boxing ring.

There were no referees, no rules, and not even a single unnecessary word.

Almost the instant Xie Linyu stepped into the boxing ring, Fu Ciyan's fist came flying with a whoosh of wind, fast, accurate, and ruthless, aimed straight at his face!

Xie Linyu's pupils contracted, and he dodged to the side. The wind from the punch grazed his cheekbone, bringing a burning pain.

Before he could even regain his footing, Fu Ciyan's next hook punch was already aimed at his abdomen.

"Bang!"

The solid punch, even with the protective gear cushioning it, still caused Xie Linyu to grunt, his stomach churning, and he staggered back several steps, his back slamming heavily against the ropes of the boxing ring before bouncing back.

Fu Ciyan did not pursue him, but simply stood there, coldly watching him bend over, clutching his abdomen and panting heavily.

"Is that all you've got?" Fu Ciyan's voice echoed in the empty basement, full of sarcasm. "Weren't you pretty bold when you were lying to her?"

Xie Linyu straightened up, wiped his mouth, and tasted a hint of rust on his tongue. He didn't object, but simply looked at Fu Ciyan: "Again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Linyu raised his fist at Fu Ciyan.

As the heir of the Xie family, he had received formal combat training since childhood, but compared with Fu Ciyan's skills honed on the battlefield, he was still somewhat lacking.

For the next few minutes, only the muffled thuds of flesh colliding remained on the boxing ring. Xie Linyu lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Fu Ciyan stood in front of him, looking down at him: "Yaoyao is still willing to give you a chance, you should cherish it and not make her wait too long."

After saying this, Fu Ciyan turned around, flipped over the boxing ring, picked up his coat, and left the underground without even glancing at Xie Linyu.

Left behind, Xie Linyu lay on the ground, staring at the glaring light on the ceiling, his chest heaving violently.

My whole body aches as if my bones have been broken, especially the blows to my abdomen; only now am I belatedly feeling a sharp, dull pain.

But Fu Ciyan's words hurt more than those punches.

He knew very well that Fu Ciyan beat him up to vent his anger for Lu Yao, and that he really deserved it.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, recalling the question Lu Yao had asked him to think about.

Lu Yao said that she was angry with him not only because he lied to her, but also for other reasons. What could it be?

He couldn't figure it out.

Lu Yao slept all afternoon. When she woke up, the setting sun outside the window had bathed the room in a warm orange hue.

She rubbed her eyes, regaining her senses, and felt much better than she had in the morning.

She got up from the bed, pushed open the bedroom door, and stopped in her tracks when she reached the small hall on the second floor.

Xie Linyu was sitting on the sofa in the small living room, with his back to her, and it seemed that he had been sitting there for a long time.

He turned his head when he heard the door open.

Lu Yao's gaze fell on his face, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Xie Linyu's once clean and fair face was now covered in bruises, his cheekbones were swollen, and his mouth was cracked, making him look disheveled and pitiful.

Those blue eyes, which always held a smile, were now staring at her expectantly, filled with cautious anticipation and trepidation, like a large dog that had done something wrong and was waiting for its owner's judgment.

Eyes facing each other.

Xie Linyu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the sound was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound. His fingers, which were resting on his knees, curled up and the tips of his fingers turned slightly white.

Lu Yao's heart felt like it had been gently twisted. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but then she remembered his distrust of her.

I forced myself to look away, turning my head away as if I didn't see the injury on his face or the expectation that was almost overflowing in his eyes.

He walked around the sofa expressionlessly and went straight downstairs without pausing for a moment.

As they brushed past each other, Xie Linyu's body instinctively stiffened for a moment.

He looked at her indifferent profile and her back, devoid of any lingering affection, and the faint light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Upon arriving on the first floor, Fu Ciyan was preparing dinner under the warm yellow light. Seeing her, a gentle smile appeared in his eyes: "You're awake. Are you feeling any better?"

Lu Yao nodded, then walked to his side: "The injury on Xie Linyu's face is..."

Fu Ciyan paused in his actions, then lowered his eyes to meet Lu Yao's eyes: "Yes, I was the one who punched him. We were boxing for a while in the basement. It's just a superficial injury. I'll put some medicine on it and he'll be fine tomorrow. It won't interfere with his filming. I know what I'm doing."

After listening, Lu Yao pursed her lips and remained silent.

Fu Ciyan put down what he was holding, turned around, gently placed his hands on her shoulders, and asked with a tender gaze, "Are you worried about her?"

Lu Yao shook her head, then leaned closer to him: "...No, he deserved it."

"Yes, he deserves it." Fu Ciyan followed her words, gently stroking the stray hairs on her cheek with his fingertips. "So don't worry about him, he deserves this little bit of suffering."

"I know." Lu Yao nodded, reaching out to hug his waist. "Thank you, Ciyan."

When she suddenly called his name like that, Fu Ciyan's breath hitched for a moment.

This was the first time Lu Yao had called him that since they had met.

His eyes were overflowing with tenderness. He tightened his arms around her, embracing her tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head, and said softly, "You don't need to thank me."

Lu Yao snuggled against him and softly responded, "Mmm."

The kitchen fell silent for a moment, with only the bubbling sound of the soup simmering on the stove. Warm yellow light enveloped the two of them, creating a cozy and tranquil atmosphere.

Until the sound of light footsteps came from the stairs.

Fu Ciyan was the first to look up and gaze at the kitchen doorway. Lu Yao also stepped back a little from his embrace and followed his gaze.

Xie Linyu stood at the kitchen door, holding an ice pack in his hand, carefully applying it to his swollen cheekbone.

He saw the two people embracing in the kitchen, his steps faltered, and a sharp pain flashed across his blue eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He opened his mouth, as if to explain that he had only come to the kitchen to get a replacement ice pack, but in the end he said nothing. He simply lowered his eyes, walked along the wall as little as possible to minimize his presence, and quickly headed towards the refrigerator.