Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

It's hard to apply force to the washing machine.

Xu Qingya sat on it, her hands gripping the edge of the washing machine tightly.

The heels of her white over-the-knee socks rested on Jiang Fan's shoulders, the socks stained with dust from the floor tiles.

The apron straps of the maid's skirt had come undone at some point, and the white lace hung down on both sides, swaying back and forth with her movements.

"You—be gentle—I'm going to fall—"

Jiang Fan supported her waist with one hand and pulled her back a little.

The washing machine made a rhythmic, metallic clanging sound against the wall.

Xu Qingya bit her lip, a thin layer of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Her hair was plastered to her cheeks, and the neckline of her maid outfit had long since slipped off her shoulders.

His toes stretched and then relaxed on his shoulder.

"Master—this position is too—um—"

"Shouldn't a maid cooperate with her master?"

"You—wait for me to get down—I'll kill you—ah—"

Her hand loosened, and she leaned back, almost slipping off the washing machine.

"What did you call me just now?"

Xu Qingya gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words through the gap between them.

"……Owner."

"Speak louder."

"Master—! Enough—I beg you—"

Just then, the washing machine suddenly started with a hum.

Both of them were stunned.

Xu Qingya accidentally touched the start button on the panel.

The drum started to turn, and the machine began to vibrate with a regular humming sound.

The entire washing machine vibrated along with it, at a very steady frequency, starting from the bottom and moving upwards.

Xu Qingya sat on it, the machine vibrating below, Jiang Fan in front of her.

Double superposition.

Her eyes widened suddenly.

"Turn it off—"

"It's fine, don't turn it off."

The machine's vibration frequency was exactly half a beat off from Jiang Fan's rhythm, creating a kind of alternating sensation that made one's scalp tingle.

Xu Qingya's mind went completely blank.

Xu Qingya's legs slid off his shoulders, her knees clamping around his waist, her over-the-knee socks rubbing against his back.

Her fingers were gripping the edge of the washing machine so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

The maid's skirt was hanging down with only two shoulder straps remaining, the rest of the fabric piled up at her waist.

"Jiang Fan—I surrender, okay?!"

"surrender?"

"I surrender—I'll do whatever you say—let me go—"

"Will you continue making trouble over Tang Yingxue's matter?"

Xu Qingya's mind was completely blank. Tang Yingxue, her fans exceeding 100 million—all of that was turned into a jumbled mess by the upward vibration.

"Stop making a fuss—no—"

Explain yourself.

"I won't cause trouble anymore—you can see whoever you want—I—um—"

The washing machine's display shows the washing program running normally.

Add water, soak, stir, drain, then add water again.

The vibration frequency is different in each stage.

The soaking phase was relatively stable, and Xu Qingya was able to catch her breath.

During the mixing stage, the machine shook violently, and she trembled like a leaf, the sound coming out of her throat unrecognizable even to herself.

"I didn't do anything, the washing machine just worked by itself."

"You're talking nonsense—"

The drainage phase has begun.

The washing machine is running at high speed, and the vibration of the entire machine reaches its peak.

Xu Qingya hit the back of her head against the wall, but she didn't care about the pain anymore.

She loosened her grip on the edge of the washing machine and grabbed Jiang Fan's arm haphazardly, digging her nails into his flesh.

The voice rose a notch—

Then suddenly it was quiet.

His body stiffened for two seconds, then he suddenly arched his back and straightened his legs.

It took him quite a while to collapse.

"..."

Looking at her, Jiang Fan asked, "Do you still have the strength to speak?"

Xu Qingya closed her eyes, her chest heaving violently, and it took her more than ten seconds to squeeze out a single word.

"……roll."

Jiang Fan didn't leave.

The washing machine has entered its second washing cycle.

Xu Qingya felt the ground below start to shake again, and she instinctively shrank forward.

"No—I really can't take it anymore—"

"There are still more than 30 minutes left."

"Jiang Fan!"

"You pressed it yourself, turn it off if you want."

But Xu Qingya didn't even have the strength to lift her hand at this moment.

She clung to Jiang Fan, her forehead against his shoulder, her mouth open as she breathed heavily.

"I hate you..."

"Um."

The second mixing phase begins.

Xu Qingya's body tensed up again.

-

The washing machine vibrated throughout the entire washing cycle.

Fifty-eight minutes.

Xu Qingya called for a stop countless times, but none of them worked.

In the end, she couldn't even utter a coherent sentence when begging for mercy; only a few indistinct monosyllables remained.

The washing machine beeped, signaling the end of the cycle.

The laundry room suddenly fell silent.

Only Xu Qingya's heavy breathing could be heard.

She slumped onto the washing machine, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Maid uniforms are basically just a few pieces of cloth hanging on the body.

One of the white over-the-knee socks slipped down to the ankle, while the other was still on the thigh, making them asymmetrical.

The high heel fell off a long time ago; I don't know where it flew off to in the laundry room.

"Empress Xu?"

no response.

"Is he still alive?"

Xu Qingya's lips moved, but she didn't make a sound until three seconds later.

"...Pick me up."

His voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

Jiang Fan pulled her off the washing machine.

Her legs were completely weak, and she couldn't even stand up. She fell against him.

Finally, Jiang Fan carried her on his shoulders and back to the bedroom.

She clung to his shoulder like a dried-out salted fish, not wanting to move a single finger.

Face down, hair hanging down, swaying back and forth with Jiang Fan's steps.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

"Are you even human?"

"It's hard to say."

Xu Qingya snorted on his back and then fell silent.

Jiang Fan put her on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.

Xu Qingya lay face down, her face pressed against the pillow, her eyes half-open and half-closed.

His hair was scattered all over the pillow, with a few strands sticking to his neck, damp with sweat.

She rolled over halfway and pulled Jiang Fan's arm over to press it against her stomach.

"Give me a massage."

Jiang Fan placed his palm on it and slowly massaged it.

Xu Qingya closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

About two minutes later, she spoke again.

That statement doesn't count.

Which sentence?

"It's... the part about seeing whomever you want."

Jiang Fan's hands didn't stop moving.

"Yes, I know."

"You know that's good." Xu Qingya buried her face in the pillow. "I was forced into it. It doesn't count."

"Fine, that doesn't count."

Xu Qingya nodded in satisfaction.

After a moment of silence, her breathing gradually became long and even.

The system panel popped up.

[Deep Compatibility x2, Lifespan +6000]

Current lifespan: 96100 points

Jiang Fan turned off the control panel, leaned against the headboard, and closed his eyes.