Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan pulled Xu Qingya out of the car and carried her into the elevator in a princess carry.

Xu Qingya wrapped one arm around his neck and used the other to press the floor button, but it took her two tries to press it correctly.

The elevator doors opened, and Jiang Fan carried her into the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.

Xu Qingya flicked her hair twice, her hair spread out on the pillow, her cheeks still flushed, and she stretched out one foot to kick his waist.

"Please throw it gently."

Jiang Fan bent down and took off her shoes, then ran his hand up her ankle.

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Fan's hand stopped above her knee.

Xu Qingya sat up from the pile of pillows, her hair disheveled.

"I've prepared something."

Jiang Fan looked at her expression and his mind went blank.

Last time it was leather jackets, whips, and handcuffs; I wonder what kind of trouble they've gotten themselves into this time.

Xu Qingya's creativity in this area is even more impressive than her singing.

"What is it?"

Xu Qingya rolled off the bed, ran barefoot to the door of the walk-in closet, and leaned against the door frame to look back at him.

"Lie still. Don't move."

"Xu Qingya, you're thinking of—"

"Lie down properly!"

Jiang Fan swallowed the rest of his sentence, flopped onto the bed, and put his hands behind his head.

The sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets came from the walk-in closet.

The sound of a plastic bag being torn open, and the crisp sound of metal buckles clattering together.

It took about three minutes of fiddling around.

Footsteps came from the dressing room.

Jiang Fan turned his head to look at the doorway.

Xu Qingya stood there in a white nurse's uniform.

It's a short style, with the hem just past the upper thigh, tapering up to the waist, and the two rows of buttons on the front are neatly fastened.

White stockings extended from under the skirt, covering her legs, and a nurse's cap was perched on her head.

He was holding a stethoscope in his hand.

Xu Qingya cleared her throat and tried her best to keep a straight face.

Mr. Jiang.

She walked towards the bed, her hands behind her back, her chin slightly raised, mimicking a professional indifference.

"Based on the test results, you have some health problems and need to cooperate with treatment."

Jiang Fan lay on the bed, watching her walk over.

The nurse's uniform was made of thinner material than he had imagined; under the light, it was immediately clear whether she was wearing anything underneath.

"What's the problem?"

"Heart rate too fast." Xu Qingya walked to the bedside, put the stethoscope earpiece into her own ear, and held the cold metal probe above his chest.

"I need to confirm this."

The moment the metal touched his skin, Jiang Fan gasped.

"Hmm..." Xu Qingya frowned, pretending to listen attentively.

The stethoscope probe moved slowly across his chest, from left to right, and then from top to bottom.

"It was indeed very fast." She looked up at him, maintaining her serious medical demeanor quite well.

If you ignore the red on the tips of her ears.

"Further investigation is needed."

"Where to check?"

Xu Qingya took the stethoscope off her ear and draped it over her neck.

The metal tube pressed against her fair neck, and paired with her nurse's uniform, it created an indescribable and peculiar feeling.

"whole body."

Her fingers rested on the buttons of his shirt.

"Please cooperate, Mr. Jiang. I'll help you take off your clothes."

"Nurse, isn't it usually the patient who takes it off themselves?"

Xu Qingya's lips twitched, and she almost burst out laughing.

She bit her lip hard, suppressing her smile.

"You are a patient now. It's normal for nurses to assist you as you have limited mobility."

She unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, her fingernails occasionally brushing against his skin.

When she unbuttoned the last one, her shirt was wide open, and her palm touched his abs.

"Your body temperature is a little high." Her voice began to waver.

"Is it serious, nurse?"

"It's very serious." Xu Qingya stepped onto the bed, rolled one leg over his side, and knelt above his waist and abdomen.

The movement caused the hem of the nurse's skirt to flare out, exposing the top of her white stockings to the view.

She lowered her head, the metal tube of the stethoscope dangling between the two of them.

"I need to give you physical cooling."

Jiang Fan raised his hand and placed it on her knee.

Xu Qingya slapped his hand away.

"Patient, don't move. The nurse hasn't told you to move yet."

She took a breath and got back into character.

"Mr. Jiang, the following treatment may be a bit...stimulating. Please bear with it."

Her hand slid down his abdomen, her fingertips hooking onto the belt buckle.

He pulled out the belt and threw it under the bed, then continued downwards.

"Blood pressure check."

"Nurse, blood pressure isn't measured like this."

"Shut up. You're telling me how to do things."

Her fingers trembled slightly when her hand touched the target.

Hsu Ching-ya's "professional performance" lasted for about half an hour.

Jiang Fan kept his hands at his sides—being a proper patient.

"Mr. Jiang..." Xu Qingya's voice was breathless, "The test results show... all your indicators are above the standard."

"What should we do then?"

"Special treatment is required."

She straightened up and moved her fingers to the first button of her nurse's uniform.

One. Two.

The white fabric was parted to the sides, revealing that she was not wearing anything underneath.

Jiang Fan's Adam's apple bobbed.

Xu Qingya stared at his expression, her chest rising and falling with her breath.

Her lips curved into a smile, a smile that held both nervousness and pride.

"The treatment has begun, Mr. Jiang."

She leaned down, her long, loose hair brushing against his chest.

The metal tube of the stethoscope was sandwiched between the two people, alternating between the icy touch and the burning heat of their skin.

After a while.

The nurse's cap had fallen off at some point and rolled into the corner of the bed.

His hair was loose, and sweaty strands clung to his cheeks.

The nurse's uniform was reduced to just two sleeves hanging from her arms; the rest of the fabric was practically useless. The white stockings, however, were intact, stretching from her thighs to her toes.

Jiang Fan is no longer a patient.

He rolled over and pinned her down, Xu Qingya's back sinking into the mattress.

"Mr. Jiang—the treatment isn't over yet—"

"Nurse, it's my turn to examine you."

"I'm not sick—ah!"

Her legs were raised, her heels in white stockings resting on his shoulders.

"Heart rate monitoring." Jiang Fan picked up the stethoscope and placed the metal probe against her chest.

Xu Qingya shuddered and instinctively shrank back.

"It's cold—take it away!"

Jiang Fan didn't remove it; the metal probe slid down her skin.

"You're jumping really fast, nurse."

"Nonsense—who wouldn't be unhappy if you did this—"

The second half of the sentence stuck in my throat.

-

I don't know how much time has passed.

Xu Qingya lay face down on the bed, her face pressed against the mattress, her mouth open as she breathed heavily. Her nurse's uniform was completely ruined; the sleeves were still hanging from her elbows, like some kind of absurd decoration.

The white stockings had a rip on the inside of the thigh, with the edges rolled up.

"Nurse, how's the treatment going?"

Xu Qingya didn't even have the strength to roll her eyes.

"...Jiang Fan, are you born a donkey?"

You didn't answer my question.

Xu Qingya buried her face in the mattress, her voice muffled.

"...It works. It works very well. Don't ask anymore."

Jiang Fan removed himself from her and casually pulled the blanket over them to cover them both.

Xu Qingya paused for a moment, then rolled over and lay on her back. She stared at the ceiling for more than ten seconds.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

Don't you think I'm a pervert?

"That's called being romantic," Jiang Fan said, pulling her closer to him. "Besides, I really like it."

Xu Qingya's lips curled up slightly. She moved closer and rested her head on his arm.

There was a moment of silence.

"Tang Yingxue is releasing a song tomorrow."

Jiang Fan's fingers paused for a moment.

How did you know?

"Sister Lan told me. Tang Yingxue and Huanqiu are doing a lot of pre-event promotion on various platforms."

Jiang Fan didn't reply.

"It doesn't matter." Xu Qingya hugged his arm a little tighter. "I'm a superstar with over 100 million fans now. Let her hit me if she wants."

After about half a minute, her breathing slowly became steady.

Jiang Fan closed his eyes, and the system panel flashed briefly at the edge of his vision.

[Deep Compatibility x2, Lifespan +6000]

Current lifespan: 71100 points

The numbers jumped twice, then settled down.

Tang Yingxue is releasing a song tomorrow, and the fans of the two divas will once again engage in a fierce battle.

He was caught in the middle of a fight between two women and had to find a way to divert the conflict elsewhere.

Jiang Fan turned over and pulled Xu Qingya closer to him.

She groaned in her sleep, wrapped her legs around his, and hooked her toes around his calves.

The nurse's cap was still on the side of the pillow. Jiang Fan reached out, picked it up, and casually tossed it under the bed.

Let's talk about tomorrow's problems tomorrow.