Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Xu Qingya unbuttoned the last two buttons, and the shirt slipped off Jiang Fan's shoulders.

Xu Qingya's finger traced along his shoulder line, then suddenly stopped.

"Oh, right, I bought a set of clothes in the walk-in closet a couple of days ago."

"What is it?"

Xu Qingya's lips twitched slightly.

"Go check the walk-in closet. It's the door on the left."

Jiang Fan got up and pushed open the door to the walk-in closet.

The light turned on automatically.

Rows of clothes hung neatly, with a security guard uniform hanging alone on the innermost rack. Shoulder patches, armbands, belt—everything was there, even the black training boots were placed at the bottom.

Jiang Fan took the clothes down and glanced at them; the tags were still on.

He turned around and saw Xu Qingya leaning against the bedroom door frame, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I think it suits you quite well."

Jiang Fan looked at the uniform in his hand, then at the person on the door frame.

"Xu Qingya, how long have you been planning this?"

"I thought about it for an hour this afternoon."

Jiang Fan chuckled, took off his clothes, and put on the black uniform.

The top is a fitted cut, sitting perfectly at the shoulder line. With the belt tied at the waist, the overall silhouette is neatly defined.

Xu Qingya stared at him for five or six seconds.

"...It's even more suitable than I thought."

Jiang Fan buttoned up his cuffs and walked out of the dressing room.

Xu Qingya took a step back and leaned against the bedroom wall.

Jiang Fan walked up to her and braced one hand against the wall above her head.

"Ms. Xu," he said in a low voice, "it's outside of working hours, and this floor is not open to the public. Where is your access card?"

Xu Qingya's breathing became erratic.

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the warm light of the bedroom.

"I... forgot to bring it."

"You can't enter the floor if you forget your card." Jiang Fan grabbed her wrist with his other hand and pressed it against the wall.

"Please cooperate with the inspection."

Xu Qingya was pinned against the wall by his wrists, and her waist was pinned down by his knees, making her unable to move.

She swallowed.

"What are you checking...?"

"Security check."

Jiang Fan's free hand slid down her side, slowly and deliberately, exploring inside the edge of her silk loungewear.

Xu Qingya shrank back slightly, and her voice was squeezed out from her throat.

"You security guard... your hands are really inappropriate..."

"Routine procedure."

His palm moved upwards along her lower abdomen, lifting her pajamas slightly.

Xu Qingya bit her lower lip, and tried to pull her hand away from where it was being held, but couldn't.

"Jiang Fan—"

"You called me by the wrong name."

Xu Qingya was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Fan lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe: "What's your name?"

Xu Qingya's ears were burning.

"...Security guard."

-

When Xu Qingya was turned over to face the wall, her forehead was pressed against the cold wall, and her back was pressed against the rough fabric of the uniform.

Jiang Fan pinned her hands above her head with one hand, and her house clothes were pulled up to her ribs.

"Please... spare me..."

Jiang Fan's lips traveled down the back of her neck, biting the skin at the edge of her shoulder blade.

Xu Qingya hissed, her knees buckled, and she slid down a bit.

Jiang Fan grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her back.

"Stand still."

"I can't stand up—"

"Then hold onto the wall."

Xu Qingya slapped her palm against the wall, her fingertips digging into it.

The metal buckle of her belt hit her hip bone, feeling cool.

"You... perverted security guard..."

Jiang Fan did not reply.

He lifted Xu Qingya off the wall and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

Xu Qingya was hanging upside down, her vision reversed.

"Put me down!"

"Cooperate with the inspection, don't resist."

He threw the person onto the bed.

Xu Qingya flicked her hair, which then scattered everywhere.

She had just propped herself up halfway when Jiang Fan bent down.

They didn't take off their uniforms, only their belts.

He casually wrapped the leather belt around his waist twice.

Xu Qingya stared at the belt in his hand, her pupils contracting slightly.

What are you doing?

Jiang Fan gathered her two wrists together, wrapped the belt around her waist one and a half times, just enough to immobilize her.

"Security guards have the right to control individuals who do not cooperate with inspections."

Xu Qingya's hands were bound above her head. She moved them, and the leather rubbed against her wrist bones.

She kicked him.

Jiang Fan turned sideways and caught her ankle, pressing it onto his shoulder.

Xu Qingya was folded at an angle, her pajamas slipped up to her waist, leaving only a thin strip of lace underneath.

"Jiang Fan, you—"

The second half of the sentence was blocked.

When Jiang Fan pressed down, his lips sealed hers.

Xu Qingya's resistance lasted for about three seconds.

Three seconds later, she wrapped her legs around herself.

-

Xu Qingya's hands were tied above her head, and she could do nothing but tense her insteps.

The leather edge of the belt rubbed against her wrist with each movement, leaving a light red mark.

Her face was turned to one side, half of it buried in the pillow, and her voice leaked out through her teeth.

Jiang Fan was still wearing that uniform shirt, the rough edges of the fabric rubbing against Xu Qingya's skin.

"Security guard...you're...excessive using force..."

Her voice was broken, with each word separated by a gasp.

Jiang Fan leaned down and pressed his lips to her collarbone.

"Then go ahead and complain about me."

"You—um—"

Xu Qingya pressed the back of her head into the pillow, arched her neck, and let out a long, muffled groan.

Her toes were curled up tightly, and her calf muscles were taut in a straight line.

Jiang Fan turned her over.

Xu Qingya was lying face down with her hands still tied in front of her, and could only support herself with her elbows.

His hand gripped her waist, pulling her backward a bit.

Xu Qingya bit the corner of the pillow, her muffled cries growing louder and louder.

In the end, she couldn't even hold onto the pillow anymore; her mouth was open, she was panting, and her wrist twisted twice inside her belt—

I finally broke free.

Two faint red marks remained on her skin.

As soon as her hand was free, Xu Qingya grabbed his uniform collar with her other hand.

"These clothes... are in the way..."

The security guard's uniform was torn to shreds by Xu Qingya.

A button bounced onto the floor and rolled a long way.

Jiang Fan held down her flailing hands.

"How much did you pay for this uniform?"

Xu Qingya was panting, her voice hoarse: "More than a thousand..."

"You're going to waste over a thousand dollars like this?"

"I'm happy to—ah—"

-

I don't know how much time has passed.

Xu Qingya lay limp on the bed, not wanting to move a single finger.

He was covered in sweat, and the bed sheet was soaked.

Xu Qingya lay face down, her face turned towards him, her hair smeared all over her face.

Jiang Fan reached out and brushed the hair away from her face.

Xu Qingya's face turned bright red, her eyes were red, and she had bitten her lips.

"Does your hand hurt?"

Xu Qingya held her wrist up to her eyes and looked at it.

I'll definitely have to wear a bracelet to cover those two red marks tomorrow.

"pain."

"Should I apply some medicine?"

"Now you know how to feel sorry for someone?"

Jiang Fan pulled her wrist over and kissed the red mark.

"If you're going to try something like this again, tell me in advance."

Xu Qingya closed her eyes, and after a long while, she spoke in a muffled voice.

"When I bought that outfit, I had three scripts in mind."

Which three?

"I'm on top of every single one of them."

Jiang Fan chuckled.

Xu Qingya kicked him lightly, but it was barely a kick, like a tickle.

"None of them were used in the end."