Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

After dinner, both of them had been drinking, so they didn't drive.

Jiang Fan and Su Yuyan walked side by side on the riverside path.

The September night breeze blew across the Huangpu River, carrying a slight chill.

Su Yuyan wrapped her arm around his, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the stone pavement.

After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the apartment building where Su Yuyan lived.

The elevator reached the 23rd floor, Su Yuyan swiped her card to open the door, and the entryway light automatically turned on.

She kicked off her high heels and walked in barefoot, her toes barely making a sound as they touched the floor.

"Want some more?"

"OK."

Jiang Fan sat down on the sofa. He had been to this apartment several times before, and the layout hadn't changed much.

Su Yuyan took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and poured two glasses.

She handed a glass to Jiang Fan, sat down next to him, curled her legs up on the sofa, and rode her skirt up a bit.

"When do you plan to contact Ningyuan?" Su Yuyan asked, swirling her glass.

"Tomorrow."

"I'll go with you tomorrow." She took a sip of red wine.

"Don't be too polite when you talk to him. The more polite you are, the more arrogant he becomes. Just throw the script at him, take it or leave it. He'll actually fall for that."

"You know him quite well."

"His wife and I have known each other for over ten years." Su Yuyan took a sip of her drink. "He's foul-mouthed but not a bad person. He's talented, but his temper ruined his future."

Jiang Fan nodded and made a note of it.

I drank two more glasses, and a third of the bottle was empty.

Su Yuyan became more talkative, chatting about everything from Ningyuan to the entire film industry, and from the industry to gossip.

They go on and on about which director is having an affair with whose wife, and which producer lost 300 million yuan after investing so much money.

Jiang Fan listened, occasionally interjecting a word or two.

Su Yuyan's face was flushed with wine, and her eyes were glistening with tears.

Her posture changed from leaning to half-resting on Jiang Fan's shoulder, her fingers unconsciously twirling the wine glass.

"Let me dance for you."

Jiang Fan looked at her. "What kind of dance?"

Su Yuyan didn't answer. She put the wine glass on the coffee table, stood up, walked to the speakers, and tapped the screen a few times with her finger.

The intro begins.

The guzheng strings are plucked, producing a clear and bright tone, with a very light layer of electronic drum beats at the bottom.

It is "Sigh".

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, holding a wine glass, and became interested.

Su Yuyan had her back to him, and her body swayed to the rhythm.

The hips move first, with a small range of motion, just enough to bring the waist up with the beat.

Her shoulders swayed, and the lines of her back were faintly visible beneath her beige silk shirt.

When the light shines on it, you can see the outline inside.

As the body twisted, the first button of the silk shirt came undone.

Then came the second one.

The chorus is starting.

"Forget, forget, forget everything, sway to my rhythm—"

Su Yuyan hummed the lyrics and turned around.

Face him.

The shirt had slipped down to her elbows, revealing black lace underneath.

The fabric was wrapped tightly, and all the necessary lines were outlined.

Her long hair was loose, sweeping across one side of her shoulder, revealing her entire collarbone and a section of her snow-white neck.

Su Yuyan's waist was still moving.

This is a professionally trained body; the rhythm and flexibility ingrained in its bones are something that ordinary people cannot possess.

During the interlude, she raised her hand, her fingertips tracing a slow line from her collarbone to her waist.

The last note faded away.

The zither strings are closed, and the drumbeats cease.

The living room was quiet for two or three seconds.

Su Yuyan stopped, her chest heaving and her cheeks flushed.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead under the light.

She walked back barefoot, step by step.

Standing in front of Jiang Fan.

She lifted one foot, her toes touching Jiang Fan's knee, then slowly slid it upwards, finally hooking it onto his belt buckle.

"Is it pretty?"

Jiang Fan placed the wine glass on the coffee table.

"No wonder the king doesn't want to hold court in the morning."

Su Yuyan smiled.

The toes were still hanging there, not retracted.

Jiang Fan looked down at the foot.

Her ankles were slender with distinct joints, and a blue vein was hidden under the skin on the instep.

Her nails were painted black, shimmering slightly under the light.

He reached out and grasped the restless foot.

It feels slightly cool to the touch and makes my skin feel very smooth.

His thumb was pressed against the sole of his foot.

Su Yuyan's toes instantly curled up.

"Stop fooling around—" she laughed out loud, trying to pull her foot back.

Jiang Fan didn't let go; he held her ankle with his five fingers and pulled her towards him.

Su Yuyan lost her balance, her knees buckled forward, and she fell directly into the sofa.

She placed her hands on either side of Jiang Fan's shoulders, her long hair falling down and brushing against his face.

Su Yuyan's breath, carrying the warm scent of alcohol, brushed against his nose.

She glared at him. That glare wasn't particularly intimidating.

Jiang Fan's hand moved from her ankle to her calf, and then slid inside her calf.

Su Yuyan's knees were on the sofa cushions, and her legs went weak when he touched them.

Jiang Fan's hand moved up her back.

He casually pulled down the shirt that was already open.

Su Yuyan straddled his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Have you gained weight again?"

Su Yuyan bit his ear. "Say it again."

Jiang Fan chuckled and reached behind his back with one hand.

a bit.

The button is undone.

I'm getting more and more skilled.

Before Su Yuyan could say anything, Jiang Fan had already leaned down and pinned her down.

The sound of the belt buckle being unbuckled was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Su Yuyan reached out and pulled at the hem of his shirt, rolling it up.

I placed my palm on his chest; the muscles were very defined, and I could feel the outline of his abs in my palm.

When did you start working out?

"I don't work out."

"That's a lie."

Jiang Fan didn't explain. He lowered his head and his lips landed on Su Yuyan's collarbone.

Halfway there.

"Your beard is poking my thigh."

"Bear with it."

"Ah... shut up."

"Don't pinch my head."

-

I don't know how much time has passed.

Su Yuyan lay face down on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, a thin layer of sweat on her back.

The blanket only covered her waist, revealing her entire shoulder blade.

"...How come you have so much energy today?"

Jiang Fan lay beside him, one hand behind his head, breathing steadily, not like someone who had just finished exercising.

"Didn't you order a whole table of nourishing food for me?"

Su Yuyan lifted her face from the pillow, her hair disheveled and plastered to her neck.

I reached out and punched him, but it wasn't very strong; it felt like a tickle on his ribs.

"I won't give you any next time."

"What you say doesn't count every time."

Su Yuyan rolled her eyes and buried her face back in the pillow.

after awhile.

"You wrote a script," her voice came from under the pillow, ""and "you really didn't reserve a role for me?"

"No, really."

Where is Xu Qingya?

"No, not at all."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"I don't believe it." Su Yuyan turned her head, peeking out with one eye to look at him. "If you have a suitable script, you must give it to me."

"OK."

"Keep your word."

"You keep your word."

Su Yuyan was satisfied and buried her face back down.

Half a minute later, the sound of even breathing could be heard.

Fell asleep.

Jiang Fan turned and glanced at her.

Under the lights, Su Yuyan's profile was very soft, a stark contrast to the decisive and efficient CEO Su she was during the day.

He looked away and stared at the ceiling.

At the edge of the retina, the system panel silently appears.

[Deep Compatibility x3, Lifespan +3000]

Current lifespan: 42900 points

[Remaining lifespan: 105 days]

The numbers jumped briefly, then returned to normal.

Jiang Fan closed his eyes.

I need to contact Ningyuan again tomorrow.

The script is already in place, and the director is the most crucial element.