Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Tang Yingxue stood up before he could answer.

She walked around the coffee table to stand in front of him, placed one knee on the edge of the sofa, and looked down at him.

Tang Yingxue leaned down, resting her hands on the cushions on either side of his shoulders, her hair falling down and brushing against his face.

The neckline of the bathrobe opened wide because of this movement, and nothing could be covered up.

"Teacher Tang was quite proactive today."

Tang Yingxue bit her lip.

"The last time was a transaction."

Her fingers hooked around the belt at her waist and gave it a light tug.

The white bathrobe slipped off her shoulders and bunched up in the crook of her elbows.

"Not this time."

The light shone from the side, revealing a thirty-two-year-old body that was exceptionally well-maintained, with a cinched waist and wide hips, creating proportions that were almost unreasonable.

Jiang Fan placed his hand on her waist.

My skin is smoother than it was a few days ago; the system's additional effects are still working.

Tang Yingxue reached out and pulled at the button of his shirt.

She untied the first two buttons fairly easily, but she couldn't get the third one out no matter what she tried. The buttonholes were too tight, and her manicured nails weren't strong enough to hold it open.

Tang Yingxue frowned, determined to fight it.

"Teacher Tang, do you need any help?"

"Need not."

She pulled hard—

The button popped off, bounced out, hit the coffee table, bounced twice, and rolled into the corner of the carpet.

Jiang Fan looked down at the hole in the front of his shirt where a button was missing.

"..."

"I'll make it up to you." Tang Yingxue looked up, her expression extremely serious.

Jiang Fan couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

He reached out and unbuttoned the remaining few buttons, leaving his shirt open.

"I'll do this."

Her hand moved down and touched the belt buckle.

The sound of metal clashing was clearly audible in the quiet room.

Unbutton it and pull down the zipper.

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, his head sinking into the soft cushions, and closed his eyes.

Tang Yingxue's fingers clenched and unclenched slightly.

"It's not that difficult."

-

After a while, Tang Yingxue's knees slid off the sofa and she knelt on the carpet.

She looked up at him.

There was something in his eyes—nervousness, curiosity, and a stubborn determination.

Jiang Fan would occasionally let out a soft gasp, and she would stop and frown at him, her face clearly saying, "Did I mess this up?"

"Don't stop."

Tang Yingxue snorted and lowered her head to continue.

Jiang Fan reached out and helped her maintain her rhythm.

Tang Yingxue adjusted her grip according to his strength and gradually found her rhythm.

-

Jiang Fan pulled her up from the carpet and made her lie back down on the sofa.

Her bathrobe was nowhere to be found, and she lay naked in front of him.

"Don't look..." She turned her head away, using her free hand to cover her eyes.

Jiang Fan leaned down, his lips tracing a path down her neck.

"What—what are you doing!"

Tang Yingxue half-pushed and half-pulled, her waist shrinking back, her hands pressing on his head, but she couldn't exert any strength at all.

Five seconds later she gave up resisting.

He felt like his bones had been removed, and he collapsed on the sofa, panting heavily.

My toes straightened and then relaxed repeatedly.

-

Jiang Fan picked her up from the sofa and made her sit on his lap.

Tang Yingxue was familiar with this position, but last time she was passive.

this time--

Tang Yingxue looked down at him, her face flushed, but the stubbornness in her eyes reappeared.

"relax."

Tang Yingxue tried to relax her body and adjusted her angle twice.

Her hair slipped down her shoulders and spread between the two of them.

She bit her lower lip in desperation.

"Don't rush, take your time."

"Shut up, I'll find it myself."

She held onto his shoulders, her waist sinking down little by little.

The moment they found their spot, both of them let out a muffled groan.

The rhythm is completely off, two fast and three slow, like a novice driver stepping on the gas.

Jiang Fan suppressed a laugh and clasped her hands together to help her steady her rhythm.

Tang Yingxue gradually got the hang of it, her long, loose hair swaying back and forth between the two of them.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Tang Yingxue's voice grew louder and louder, her body tensed, and her nails dug into the muscles of his shoulder.

Jiang Fan also stopped at the same time.

Their rapid breaths mingled together.

Tang Yingxue slumped against him, her face pressed against his chest, not wanting to move at all.

This position was maintained for several minutes.

Tang Yingxue lay on his chest, her ear close to his heartbeat, her breathing gradually becoming steady.

Just when she thought the night was over, she suddenly felt a change below her.

Tang Yingxue's body stiffened for a moment.

She looked up and then glanced down.

"...Are you livestock?"

Jiang Fan supported her waist with one hand and lifted her up from the sofa.

Tang Yingxue wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face in the crook of his neck, too weak to even lift her head.

The bedroom door was closed by a heel.

Over the next two hours, Tang Yingxue deeply experienced what it meant to reap what you sow.

She originally wanted to demonstrate the learning ability of a mature 32-year-old woman, but before the class was even over, she was exhausted.

Finally, she lay face down on the pillow, her fingers so loose she could barely grip the sheet, only two words escaping her lips—

"Spare me..."

Jiang Fan pulled the blanket over the two of them and turned off the bedside lamp.

"Teacher Tang, next time before taking the initiative, please assess your physical fitness first."

From the darkness came Tang Yingxue's voice, filled with gritted teeth:

"Jiang Fan...you just wait."

Before Jiang Fan could reply, she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The system panel lit up in the darkness.

[Deep Compatibility x3, Lifespan +6000]

Current lifespan: 62100 points

[Remaining lifespan: 118 days]

Tang Yingxue's breathing had completely stabilized, and she was sleeping soundly.

Her hand was still on his leg, her five fingers loosely clenched, as if she was holding onto something and wouldn't let go.

-

The next morning, when Jiang Fan woke up, the seat next to him was empty.

The buzzing sound of a hairdryer came from the bathroom.

He put on his bathrobe and went over.

Tang Yingxue was standing in front of the mirror combing her hair, wearing a beige turtleneck sweater and wide-leg pants.

When she saw Jiang Fan come out, she glanced at him in the mirror.

"You're awake? I have a notification; I have to get back today."

Jiang Fan leaned against the door frame, his gaze fixed on her neck.

A red mark was still visible at the neckline of the turtleneck sweater.

What time is your flight?

"Eleven o'clock." Tang Yingxue put down the comb and turned around. "My assistant is already waiting downstairs."

She walked to the dressing table, picked up a bottle of serum, and patted it onto her face.

He patted twice, then stopped.

She leaned closer to the mirror and stared at her face for a full ten seconds.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing much." Tang Yingxue put the serum back in its place, a smile playing on her lips. "I just feel like this trip to Modu was a waste."

The face in the mirror had radiant skin, and the fine lines around her eyes were completely gone. She exuded a youthful vitality that only someone in their early twenties could have.

Thirty-two years old? You could easily believe she just graduated from university.

Jiang Fan walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Record the song well, call me if you need anything."

Tang Yingxue turned her head and touched his cheek.

"Got it. Just let me know if your movie needs funding or resources."

"No shortage. Su Yuyan has taken care of the publicity and distribution."

Tang Yingxue snorted, picked up the sunglasses on the table, and put them on.

"I'm gone."

Jiang Fan escorted her to the door. Tang Yingxue took off her sunglasses and winked at him.

"Remember to come find me next time you come to Kyoto to hand in your homework."

The door closed.

Jiang Fan shook his head, turned around and went back to his room to pack his things.