Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Twenty minutes later.

Xu Qingya lay on Jiang Fan, her whole body limp as if she had no bones.

"I...I can't take it anymore."

Jiang Fan's hands were still cuffed, and the metal chains rattled softly with each breath.

"Interrogator, with your stamina, you won't last long."

Xu Qingya struggled to lift her head and glared at him, her eyes red and her lips swollen.

"Shut up..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, and his glaring eyes had no intimidating power.

Jiang Fan shook his wrist, and the chain rattled.

"Where's the key? Can you open it for me now?"

Xu Qingya was taken aback, and her expression suddenly changed.

"key……"

"You wouldn't be—" Jiang Fan's tone changed.

Xu Qingya hurriedly scrambled off him, her knees hitting the edge of the bed, causing her to wince in pain.

"Where did I put it...?"

She rummaged through the bedside table, pulled out the drawers and rummaged around, but they were empty.

"Don't rush, don't rush!" Xu Qingya jumped off the bed barefoot, ran into the dressing room, rummaged through the drawers and cabinets for a while, and then ran back.

Holding a small key in his hand, he held it up under the lamp to confirm its presence.

"Thank goodness..."

She climbed back onto the bed, her knees pressed against Jiang Fan's thighs, her hands trembling as she tried to unlock the handcuffs.

Why are your hands shaking?

"Don't speak!"

Finally, it went in, I twisted it a couple of times, and with a click, the handcuffs popped open.

Jiang Fan flexed his wrists.

There are two faint red marks on the skin.

Xu Qingya knelt down beside her, stared at the two marks for a few seconds, and then reached out and touched them.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Xu Qingya breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping.

Then she noticed Jiang Fan looking at her.

That look—the prey staring back at the hunter after being released from its cage.

"You..." Xu Qingya instinctively moved her buttocks back half an inch. "Calm down."

"The interrogation is over." Jiang Fan sat up, picked up the handcuffs, twirled them in his hand, and looped the chain around his fingers twice.

The sound of metal clashing against metal wasn't loud, but it gave Xu Qingya goosebumps.

"Now, it's time for the prisoner to fight back."

"Jiang Fan, don't do anything reckless—"

Xu Qingya turned to run, but as soon as her feet touched the carpet, an arm pulled her back around her waist.

She was thrown back onto the bed.

Jiang Fan rolled over and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand.

Xu Qingya struggled desperately, kicking her legs wildly and pressing her knees against his abdominal muscles.

But it was obviously of no use.

The handcuff chains were wrapped around the wrought iron railing at the head of the bed.

Click.

Xu Qingya looked down at her wrist.

The metal buckle felt cool against my skin.

"...Are you serious?"

"Wasn't the interrogator just serious?"

Xu Qingya struggled, but the wrought iron railing remained unmoved.

His hands were pinned above his head, and the leather jacket he wore was practically useless, with the zipper wide open, covering nothing at all.

"I—I was just acting!"

"What a coincidence. Me too."

Jiang Fan slipped his hand inside the collar of her leather jacket and pushed it open to the sides along her shoulders.

The tight black leather pants were also ripped off and thrown directly to the ground.

Xu Qingya's body was exposed to the air, her skin still covered with a thin layer of sweat from earlier.

Jiang Fan lowered his head and started from her collarbone, moving downwards.

Xu Qingya arched her back, and the chains of the handcuffs rattled as they were pulled.

"Jiang Fan... not there... I haven't showered yet..."

-

Xu Qingya kicked the handcuff key into the gap behind the bedside table.

Jiang Fan lay on the ground, reaching his arm into the narrow crevice and feeling around for five minutes before finally finding the ridiculously small key.

He held the key between two fingers and slowly pulled it out.

"Hurry up..." Xu Qingya urged from the bed, the sound of handcuffs hitting the railing ringing out.

"Be quiet."

It took another minute for the key to finally be retrieved.

When Xu Qingya's handcuffs were removed, the red marks on her wrists were much deeper than Jiang Fan's.

She held up her wrist and examined it under the lamp for a long time.

"I have to wear the bracelet again tomorrow."

Jiang Fan casually tossed the handcuffs onto the bedside table.

Xu Qingya turned to the side and placed her wrist on Jiang Fan's chest.

A red mark stood out under the light, and she stared at her wrist for a while.

"Next time..." she said softly, "Next time I'll buy one with a softer lining."

"Are you planning to do it again?"

Xu Qingya didn't say anything, but stepped on his calf with her toe.

There was a moment of silence.

"Director Jiang."

"Um."

"How was today's scene? Did it pass?"

Jiang Fan thought for two seconds.

"Today's performance... was at best a side story."

Xu Qingya snorted and nudged him with her knee.

"When will the main feature be filmed?"

"Wait until the director is available."

Xu Qingya didn't speak again. She buried her face in his chest, her eyelashes brushing against his skin, her breathing slowing down until she fell asleep.

Jiang Fan stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.

The system panel appeared.

[Deep Compatibility x3, Lifespan +3000]

Current lifespan: 43900 points

[Remaining lifespan: 115 days]

The numbers flashed twice in the darkness and then disappeared.

Jiang Fan reached out and pulled the blanket up to cover her exposed shoulders.

The leather jacket and whip lay scattered on the floor, lying quietly in the darkness.

-

the next morning.

Xu Qingya woke up, but Jiang Fan was not by her side.

She sat up, her gaze sweeping across the floor.

The leather jacket was curled up at the foot of the bed, the leather whip lay askew next to the dressing table, and the leather gloves were pressed underneath.

The handcuffs were placed on the bedside table.

Xu Qingya stared at these things for three seconds.

Her face gradually turned red.

She covered her head with the blanket.

When did this icy, mature woman, who has been in the industry for twelve years, start buying whips and handcuffs?

She covered her face with the blanket for a while before finally lifting it.

Barefoot on the carpet, as I passed the whip, my toes flicked, sending it flying under the dressing table.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The showerhead in the bathroom was turned on full blast, and hot water was pouring over my head.

After taking a shower, Xu Qingya stood in front of the mirror.

There was a row of faint teeth marks below the collarbone, and several red marks on the left shoulder.

She looked herself up and down.

Her skin was fair and her cheeks were rosy, just like when she was eighteen.

Xu Qingya tilted her head and stared at herself in the mirror, a slight smile playing on her lips.

I wrapped myself in a bath towel and came out.

Jiang Fan sat at the dining table, with two glasses of hot milk and a plate of sliced ​​fruit in front of him.

"Are you busy today?" Xu Qingya pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I've had a lot of free time these past few days."

Xu Qingya picked up her milk, took a sip, and began to sit down at her dressing table to put on makeup.

Foundation, concealer, eyebrows—the work was quick, done in ten minutes.

She went into the bedroom and picked out a turtleneck sweater—

I used that wide bracelet in the jewelry box last time, so I just put it on.

He got up, walked past the dining table, picked up the milk and took a couple more sips, then forked a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I'm leaving now."

"Um."

Xu Qingya picked up her bag, walked to the entrance, and bent down to put on her high heels.

Halfway through dressing, she turned back and glanced at Jiang Fan.

"Don't leave tonight. Come back and continue the audition."

She paused, her expression serious.

"I feel like there were some parts where I didn't perform well yesterday."

After saying that, she opened the door and left, the sound of her high heels clicking away into the distance.

Jiang Fan held the milk cup, the rim of which was pressed against his lips, but he didn't drink it for a long time.