Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Xu Qingya walked over, lifting her skirt, her black high heels tapping out a light rhythm on the wooden floor.

She walked to the sofa, stopped, folded her hands in front of her apron, and bowed slightly.

"Master, what services would you like tonight?"

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, his gaze sweeping from the bow headband to the lace top of his over-the-knee socks.

That's great. You must have put a lot of thought into this outfit.

He pointed to the empty box of pan-fried buns and several used tissues on the coffee table.

"Clean this up first."

Xu Qingya was stunned for a moment.

"...Are you serious?"

"Isn't this what maids do?"

Xu Qingya's lips twitched twice. She stared at him for three seconds, probably trying to figure out if he was deliberately spoiling the mood.

She bent down to collect the empty box and tissues, then turned and walked into the kitchen in her high heels to throw them away.

Her skirt swayed twice with each step, and when she returned, her face clearly said two words—"I endured it."

"Is there anything else you need, Master?"

Jiang Fan tilted his head and thought for a moment.

Then he took off his white shirt, crumpled it up, and handed it over.

"Go wash this shirt; I'm all sweaty today."

Xu Qingya's eyelid twitched.

"Jiang Fan, you did this on purpose."

"You didn't start this role-playing yourself?" Jiang Fan shrugged. "What's wrong with a maid doing laundry?"

Xu Qingya took the clothes and gave a standard service worker's smile.

"Yes, Master."

Her voice was sickeningly sweet, but her eyes were already sharpening.

She carried the shirt and walked towards the laundry room next to the bedroom.

Jiang Fan sat on the sofa and picked up the remote control to change the channel.

About two minutes later.

"Jiang Fan!"

Xu Qingya's voice came from the direction of the laundry room, sounding somewhat anxious.

"What's wrong?"

"Come here for a second! Hurry up!"

Jiang Fan got up from the sofa and shuffled over in his slippers.

The laundry room door was half open. He pushed it open and stood in the doorway for three seconds.

Xu Qingya knelt in front of the washing machine, bending her upper body down and sticking her head and one arm into the drum opening.

The maid's skirt was completely flipped up because of this posture, bunching up at her waist.

She knelt on the floor tiles, her legs encased in white over-the-knee stockings, the heels of her black high heels sticking out.

The lace trim at the top of the stockings hugged the mid-thigh, leaving a large expanse of bare skin above.

Further up—

It was a black, very narrow strip of cloth.

Jiang Fan stopped in his tracks.

"What are you doing?"

"Nonsense!" Xu Qingya's voice came from inside the drum, muffled and echoing.

"My hair is tangled in there—please get it out quickly!"

Jiang Fan took two steps closer and looked down.

A lock of her long hair got tangled around a protrusion on the inner wall of the drum, wrapping around it several times.

Jiang Fan stood directly behind her, his gaze sweeping over her from top to bottom.

From this angle, in this pose, dressed as a maid, stuck inside the washing machine.

He had watched classic scenes from certain websites countless times in his past life.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to experience it firsthand.

Moreover, the person stuck inside is a popular diva with over 100 million fans.

Jiang Fan took out his phone.

"Click."

The sound of the camera shutter was exceptionally clear in the quiet laundry room.

Xu Qingya's body tensed up instantly.

"Jiang Fan!"

She kicked her legs twice, and one of her high heels almost hit his face.

"You dare take a picture—I'll fight you to the death!"

"Keep this as a souvenir."

"Delete it! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

"Okay, okay, I'll delete it." Jiang Fan put his phone back in his pocket.

"Are you going to help me or not?! My neck is about to break!"

Jiang Fan squatted down, put his head close to the washing machine opening, and looked at the tangled situation.

"Don't move, let me see what to do."

He tried reaching out from the left, but couldn't reach it. He then tried from the right, but the angle was wrong.

In the end, he could only go around behind Xu Qingya and reach his arm into the roller from above her head.

This posture—

He pressed his entire body against her back, his chest against hers.

Xu Qingya's body stiffened instantly.

"Can't you reach in from the other side?"

"You can't reach it. Don't move."

Jiang Fan's fingers groped inside the roller, found the tangled protrusions, and began to pull the hair outwards in circles.

But after holding this position for more than ten seconds, a problem arose.

The two were separated only by a pair of pants and a thin, almost negligible layer of fabric.

Body temperature transmitted through that thin layer of fabric, coupled with the visual image from just now—

Jiang Fan's body responded honestly.

Xu Qingya felt it; her back muscles tightened, and her shoulder blades retracted slightly.

"Jiang, Jiang Fan—"

"Um?"

"First, get your hair out—"

"Don't rush, I'm working on it."

"Then don't press that thing against me!"

"With you in that position, any normal man would react."

"you--"

Xu Qingya wanted to turn around and glare at him, but her neck was stuck and she couldn't turn it. She could only press her forehead against the inner wall of the roller and curse under her breath.

"Can't you hurry up?!"

"What's the rush? If you twist it a couple more times, your hair will break."

Jiang Fan was indeed working diligently on the solution, but when he got to the third loop, he deliberately leaned forward a little.

Xu Qingya's voice rose a notch.

"Jiang Fan!"

"You didn't move. You stepped back yourself."

"I didn't—you're the one who moved forward—never mind, stop talking—just do it!"

Half a minute later, the last strand of hair finally came out.

Xu Qingya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, let me out."

She started backing away.

However, Jiang Fan blocked her from behind, his knees pressed between her legs, cutting off her escape route.

"Jiang Fan, move aside."

No one responded.

"Jiang Fan?"

She heard a familiar voice.

The sound of metal buckles clashing and a belt being pulled out.

Xu Qingya's mind went blank for a moment.

"Jiang Fan, what are you doing—let me out first—"

"Weren't you going to provide me with services?" Jiang Fan's voice came from above. "This position is fine; you don't need to come out."

"Get out of here!"

She struggled a couple of times, and although her head was free, her entire upper body was still stuck inside the washing machine opening. With Jiang Fan pressing down on her from behind, she couldn't get up at all.

"Jiang Fan, I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless—"

Jiang Fan placed his hand on her lower back, hooked his fingers around the narrow edge, and gently pushed it aside.

Xu Qingya's voice was stuck in her throat.

"You—bastard—"

The next words broke into syllables, muffledly emanating from inside the washing machine drum.

The sound had a strange echo effect due to the resonance of the metal wall.

"Damn it, let me out—it's too—"

Jiang Fan slapped her from behind.

"What should you call me?"

Xu Qingya gritted her teeth.

"……Owner."

The sound was so faint it was almost inaudible.

"Huh? I didn't hear that."

"Master—! That's enough—ah—"

The rubber pad at the bottom of the washing machine made a squeaking sound as it rubbed against the tiles.

Xu Qingya's forehead pressed against the inner wall of the roller, the cool metal against her burning face.

Her voice was broken, a mixture of gasps and curses, most of which was swallowed by the roller.

"Jiang Fan—you—remember this—hmm—"

Jiang Fan's hand slid from her waist to the front, pulling her back a little.

Xu Qingya arched her back, and her head finally emerged from the washing machine opening.

But quitting didn't make things any better.

She had barely caught her breath when Jiang Fan flipped her over.

Her hair was a complete mess, and her headband was nowhere to be found.

The maid's skirt was wrinkled, her apron was askew, and the black lace trim at the collar was loosened.

Jiang Fan lifted her up and placed her on the washing machine, then grabbed her ankle, which was covered by white over-the-knee socks, and put it on his shoulder.

"you……"

"The service isn't over yet, Miss Maid."