Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan threw Xu Qingya onto the bed.

"Let's see how the sex scene is first."

Xu Qingya kicked him.

I didn't kick it.

Her ankle was being held by a hand.

Jiang Fan's palm slid down her calf towards the inside of her knee.

Xu Qingya pulled her leg back slightly.

"What kind of audition method is this...?" Her voice was a little weak.

Jiang Fan didn't reply, but his hand had already wrapped around her waist, his fingers hooking the edge of her hot pants.

Xu Qingya braced herself on the bed with both hands and arched her back.

"Wait a minute."

The white tank top slipped down one shoulder, revealing the skin below the collarbone glistening under the light.

"What are you waiting for?"

"I...I'm not ready yet." Her voice trembled. "If you're really going to audition, there has to be some background, right? You don't have any script, and you just jump right in..."

"The background?" Jiang Fan paused for a moment. "The background is that the female lead drank too much and walked into the security room."

Xu Qingya was stunned.

"The consequence was that she discovered the security guard was actually quite good-looking."

Jiang Fan's hand was still on her waist.

The fabric of his hot pants, hooked by his knuckles, had already slipped down below his hips, revealing the edge of the black lace.

"What a terrible script, it's awful." Xu Qingya grabbed the still-misbehaving hand and pulled it away from her waist.

"The director is lacking, and the actors... the actors don't want to act anymore."

Jiang Fan's wrist was being held by her, but he didn't struggle; he just looked at her.

Xu Qingya sat up and casually pulled the suspenders that had slipped down her arm back onto her shoulder.

"You call this an audition? You come up here and start pulling down my pants, what kind of director are you?"

"Oh? How does Empress Xu want to film this?"

"If we're really going to film this, there needs to be some groundwork, right?" Xu Qingya rolled out of bed, her bare feet touching the carpet. "Like... the story's background, the characters' relationships. If we're going to film this, let's film something different."

Jiang Fan leaned against the headboard, looking at her intently.

Xu Qingya's voice carried a hint of slyness: "Director Jiang, this scene needs to be filmed in a different way."

Then she took off her tank top.

"Close your eyes first."

Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up!" Xu Qingya said firmly, "or we won't film."

Jiang Fan had no choice but to close his eyes in compliance.

Xu Qingya blindfolded him with the suspender dress in her hand.

The fabric was thin, carrying the lingering warmth and faint fragrance of her body.

My vision was enveloped in a soft, dim light.

"Don't peek." Her voice was close to my ear. "Wait a moment."

The footsteps moved quickly away, heading towards the walk-in closet on the side of the bedroom.

Jiang Fan sat on the bed, his eyes covered, and could only rely on his hearing.

The sounds of fabric rubbing, zippers sliding, and wardrobe doors opening and closing came from the walk-in closet.

He raised his hand to try and pull off the blindfold strap.

"I said don't move!" Xu Qingya's voice came from the dressing room, carrying a warning.

Jiang Fan's hand froze in mid-air before he put it back down.

About two minutes later, footsteps slowly approached and stopped by the bed.

He could feel her standing there, her gaze fixed on him.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Wait." Xu Qingya's voice was a little tense, but she tried her best to remain calm. "Extend your hand first."

Jiang Fan did as instructed and stretched out his hands.

"Lift it up a little higher."

He raised his hands to his chest.

Then--

Click.

The sound of the metal fasteners clicking was very soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom.

He still had the suspenders covering his eyes, but he already understood.

"You..." He moved his wrist, and the metal handcuff chains made a soft clinking sound.

"Don't move." Xu Qingya's voice was right across from him, very close. "It hasn't started yet."

Then her fingers touched the blindfold strap and gently pulled it down.

Light flowed in again.

Jiang Fan blinked.

He was stunned when he saw the person in front of him clearly.

Xu Qingya stood by the bed.

A black leather jacket covered her upper body, with the zipper pulled up to below her collarbone, revealing a section of her fair neck and cleavage.

The leather gloves cover the forearm and have a cutout design at the knuckles.

She wore tight leather pants that accentuated the lines of her legs.

He held a black leather whip adorned with metal studs in his right hand.

The end of the whip gently touched his palm.

Xu Qingya tilted her head slightly, the corners of her mouth curved up, and her eyes held a hint of smug satisfaction at having pulled off a prank, along with a touch of provocation.

"Director Jiang," she lowered her voice, trying to imitate a languid tone, "I will be directing today's scene."

Jiang Fan looked down at the handcuffs on his wrists, then looked up at her outfit.

He couldn't help but tremble slightly on his shoulders.

"Don't laugh!" Xu Qingya pointed her whip at him. "Be serious! I'm the director now, and you're... the actor."

"What role am I?"

"A spy being interrogated," Xu Qingya blurted out, then paused for a moment, as if she hadn't thought of a specific setting.

"Anyway, I've got you."

Jiang Fan moved his wrist; although the handcuffs weren't tight, he couldn't easily break free.

Xu Qingya cleared her throat.

"From now on, you will answer whatever I ask."

"it is good."

"You—" Xu Qingya's eyes darted around, "Who sent you?"

"Myself."

"Nonsense!" The whip was raised and lightly lashed his chest, the force being about the same as a tickle.

"Tell me honestly! What are your motives for getting close to Xu Qingya?"

Jiang Fan looked at her.

The leather jacket cinched her waistline very narrow, and her long legs, encased in leather pants, stood ramrod straight, but the knuckles of the hand holding the whip were slightly white—

She was actually very nervous.

"Purpose?"

"Yes." Xu Qingya tried hard to maintain her cold expression. "Why did you approach me, and how did you write those songs? Who gave them to you?"

"No one gave it to me. I came up with it myself."

"I don't believe you!" Xu Qingya took half a step forward, lifting his chin with the end of her whip. "If you don't tell the truth, then..."

"What?"

Xu Qingya bit her lip.

She hadn't even thought about her next step.

But the arrow is already on the bowstring.

"Well..." The end of the whip traced down his chin and lightly touched his collarbone. "The severe punishment will begin."

"So, you now have one last chance to confess and receive leniency."

"What if I don't?"

"Then you will..." Xu Qingya leaned closer, the zipper of her leather jacket making a soft scraping sound, "and you will regret it very, very much."

Jiang Fan tilted his head, looking at her pretentious manner.

Xu Qingya walked around to the side of the bed. The wine-red nail polish on her toes looked out of place with her black leather outfit.

"Prisoner," she said in a low voice, "do you know the consequences of not cooperating?"

"have no idea."

"Then I'll tell you." Xu Qingya put the whip away.

Snapped.

She swung the whip on the edge of the bed, making a loud noise, but it was about half a meter away from Jiang Fan's thigh.

Xu Qingya was startled by the noise and pulled her hand back.

She walked to the foot of the bed, put one knee on the edge, and slowly climbed up.

The hem of the leather jacket flipped up with the movement, revealing a section of the waist.

She knelt down in front of Jiang Fan, looking down at him.

"Last chance."

"explain."

"Do you... like Xu Qingya?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment.

What kind of interrogation question is this?

Xu Qingya's expression was serious, but her face was already flushed.

"Answer me." She touched his lips with the end of her whip.

"like."

Xu Qingya's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"...Where do you like it?"

I like them both.

"Be specific!"

Jiang Fan looked at her; the handcuffs restricted his movement, but he still leaned forward slightly.

"I like the way she sings. I like the way she eats bread. I like the way she pretends to be fierce in this leather outfit."

Xu Qingya's "cool" expression completely crumbled.

He turned up at the corners of his mouth, then forcefully suppressed it.

"You...you're trying to curry favor with the interrogator, hoping for a reduced sentence."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Jiang Fan replied cooperatively. "Could you remove the handcuffs?"

"cannot."

Xu Qingya straightened up, straddled his lap, and slid her fingers down his chest.

She reached for his belt buckle and clumsily tried to undo it for a long time.

The leather gloves were too thick, and it took almost a minute of fiddling before the belt buckle finally popped open.

Xu Qingya let out a long breath, a thin layer of sweat appearing on her forehead.

"You did that belt on purpose, didn't you?"

"How was I supposed to know you were going to interrogate me today?"

Xu Qingya ignored him and continued reading.

The movements were slow, with a deliberate, clumsy sense of control.

Jiang Fan was handcuffed and unable to move.

But his gaze remained fixed on her.

Xu Qingya bit her right glove with her teeth and pulled off the gloves one finger at a time.

Bare fingers touched his abs, and the temperature difference made them both shiver.

Xu Qingya bent down, her hair falling down from both sides of her shoulders.

"Hiss—" Jiang Fan couldn't help but gasp.