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

Lu Yao stared blankly at the spacious and bright living room in front of her. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a meticulously maintained courtyard. As dusk fell, warm yellow light softly spilled from the ceiling.

She thought of her cozy but slightly cramped little apartment.

Fu Ciyan's suggestions all precisely addressed her needs.

"But..." she began instinctively, her voice a little hoarse, "This is your home. If I move in, will it...?"

"What if?" Fu Ciyan interrupted her, taking a step forward and locking his gaze into her flickering eyes. "Don't forget, we are now partners in a walking marriage. Living together is part of our legal obligations. Since I promised to protect your life and safety and provide you with better accommodations, that is also part of my obligations."

His reasoning was sound and his words eased her awkwardness.

"Okay, then we'll move over when we have some free time."

Seeing that she relented, Fu Ciyan also breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Leave the moving to me. Besides, even if we separate in the future, this house will still belong to you."

Lu Yao was slightly taken aback, and tentatively asked, "You're going to give it to me?"

She was genuinely taken aback by Fu Ciyan's generosity; the value of this villa clearly far exceeded that of the hovercar.

When Fu Ciyan suggested moving in, she only thought it was a resource provision under the "walking marriage obligation," never expecting that Fu Ciyan would think of giving it to her.

Fu Ciyan looked at her wide, surprised eyes, a hint of a smile flashing in them, but instead of answering directly, he asked, "What, you're afraid to accept it?"

Lu Yao pursed her lips, her rationality quickly returning: "If you dare to give it to me, why wouldn't I dare to accept it? Thank you."

She didn't want to appear too sentimental, but she couldn't help but sigh inwardly that Fu Ciyan was indeed a man who could refuse a walking marriage match for 10 years, with the annual cost of refusing such a match reaching as high as 8000 million.

This house might be very expensive for her, but it's nothing to him.

Ah, I really want to fight those rich people!

Fu Ciyan admired Lu Yao's bold and unpretentious personality.

He chuckled softly, the deep sound echoing in the spacious living room, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.

He nodded approvingly, his smile genuine and relaxed: "Then it's settled. I'll have someone handle the property transfer as soon as possible. During the walking marriage period, it will be used under the name of 'cohabitation rights of partners,' and after the marriage ends, the property rights will be fully transferred to your name."

He spoke of it casually, as if he were dealing not with a villa in a prime location, but with an ordinary gift.

She hadn't expected him to have thought of this so thoroughly. It seemed like he had already arranged everything for her without her having to worry about anything.

"Then I'll have to trouble you." Lu Yao finally added, her tone softening. She couldn't bring herself to take such a big advantage, no matter how righteous she felt.

"No trouble at all." Fu Ciyan took a few steps closer and naturally took her hand. "Come on, let me show you upstairs. You should like the master bedroom and study."

His palms were warm and dry, enveloping her slightly cool fingers.

Lu Yao did not struggle and let him lead her up the spiral staircase.

The design of the second floor continues the simple and comfortable style.

The master bedroom is spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the courtyard and the city lights in the distance.

The dark gray king-size bed exudes a high-end feel, connecting to a spacious walk-in closet and a bathroom with a jacuzzi.

The study next to the master bedroom caught Lu Yao's eye.

Custom-made bookshelves, a spacious floating worktop, ergonomic chairs, a comfortable reading corner, and even a small meditation area with adjustable lighting and ambiance.

"This place is just too..." Lu Yao couldn't help but walk to the desk, her fingers tracing the smooth surface. "It's even better than the dream study I saw in the StarNet design drawings."

Fu Ciyan leaned against the door frame, looking at the undisguised affection in her eyes, and his pleasure intensified.

"If you like it, that's great." He said, "Let me know anytime if you need to add any professional equipment or adjust the layout."

Lu Yao turned around, leaning against the desk, and looked at him: "Fu Ciyan, thank you."

Fu Ciyan looked at the seriousness in her eyes.

"Are you really going to thank me?" He stepped closer, stopped in front of her, leaned down slightly to close the height difference between them, and calmly locked his gaze on her. "Words alone won't do."

The warm yellow light in the study danced on his shoulders, outlining his sharply defined jawline.

"How do you want me to thank you?" Lu Yao smiled, reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, tilted her head slightly and looked at him. Although she looked bold and fearless on the surface, she was actually very nervous inside. She just felt that the atmosphere was good and did not want Fu Ciyan to look down on her.

Fu Ciyan reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, and braced himself against the bookshelf behind her with one hand.

"Give me a child."

He spoke frankly and confidently, as if he had been pondering it for a long time, which is why he spoke so naturally.

Lu Yao's fingers, which were gripping Fu Ciyan's shoulder, suddenly tightened.

"Wh-what?" Her voice was a little unsteady, as if she doubted that she had heard correctly.

But in the man's deep eyes, so close to her, there was no hint of mockery or jest.

There was only a calm and earnest demeanor, as serene as the sea.

Fu Ciyan maintained the posture of supporting himself on the bookshelf beside her with one hand, while his other hand firmly held her waist, trapping her in the narrow space between his chest and the bookshelf.

He tilted his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against her frozen earlobe. His voice was not loud, but each word was clear and unambiguous as he told her, "I said, give me a child, Lu Yao."

This time, he called her by her full name.

The air seemed to have been sucked out, leaving only the two of them entwined in the study, their breathing slightly heavier.

She looked at Fu Ciyan: "Are you... are you sure I can give birth to this child?"

If having children in this world were so easy, the current system wouldn't exist.

"How will you know if you don't try?" Fu Ciyan smiled slightly, planted a kiss on her lips, and extended an invitation, "How about we try it tonight?"

"tonight?"

Lu Yao's voice unconsciously rose a notch, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet study.

She felt all the blood rush to her head, her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg on them, and even her ears and neck were burning red.

Fu Ciyan's kiss was light, fleeting, like a feather brushing past, yet leaving a burning mark on her lips.

He stepped back slightly, still holding her in his arms, his deep eyes reflecting her panicked expression.

"What, scared?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with mockery. "It was bound to happen sooner or later. Better a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one."

He seemed determined to do this.

They've completely forgotten who was it that resorted to threats and inducements to force her to give up matching.