Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan arrived at the studio just after nine o'clock.

Li Cheng was sharing a cup of milk tea with Zhou Yutong at the front desk. When she saw him come in, she still had the straw in her mouth.

"Good morning, Brother Fan."

"Um."

Jiang Fan walked straight into the office and closed the door behind him.

I turned on my computer, and the Word document was still in the same place as yesterday.

Today I'm writing about Gao Lao Zhuang.

Pigsy took Miss Cuilan of the Gao family as his own, so Sun Wukong transformed into Cuilan's appearance and waited for that fool to return.

Jiang Fan's fingers touched the keyboard.

He had read this story countless times in his past life, and every time he read it, he wanted to laugh.

Pigsy carried the bride that Monkey King had transformed into on his back and flew towards the back mountain, muttering sweet words as he went—

"My lady, you seem a bit heavier tonight."

As a result, Wukong transformed back into his original form while on his back, and slammed his golden cudgel down on his pig head.

It's very easy to write.

Jiang Fan's lips were constantly curled up as he typed.

He got up to eat a meal and went to the toilet twice, but otherwise his butt never left the chair.

At 6:10 PM, Jiang Fan typed the last period and glanced at the word count in the lower right corner.

50,300 words.

Archive it and send it to my email.

He leaned back in his chair for two seconds, then his neck cracked. Today's task was finally complete.

Song Siyi replied with a message half an hour later.

Song Siyi: Pigsy? What kind of setting is this? This is amazing.

Ten more seconds passed.

"Song Siyi: A lecherous and gluttonous pig demon becoming a monk? How did you come up with that??"

Jiang Fan didn't reply to her and turned off the computer.

Just then, Su Yuyan sent a message.

Su Yuyan: What time are you coming? I've brought the clothes back.

Jiang Fan replied with "Now past", grabbed his coat, and went out.

-

Jiang Fan entered the room at 7:30.

Su Yuyan had already ordered food and set the table.

She sat at the dining table in her home clothes, her hair casually tied in a bun, revealing a section of the back of her neck.

The two people are eating at the dining table.

"How much did you write today?"

"More than 50,000."

Su Yuyan paused for a moment as she picked up some food with her chopsticks.

"50,000 words a day?"

"Hmm. I wrote this part smoothly today, and couldn't stop."

"sharp."

Su Yuyan glanced at him, picked out the bones from a piece of fish, and put it in his bowl.

After finishing the meal, the dishes and chopsticks were left in the dishwasher.

Su Yuyan stood up and clapped her hands.

"Wait a moment, I'm going to change my clothes."

She walked barefoot towards the bedroom, paused at the door, and glanced back at him.

"Turn off two of the living room lights."

Jiang Fan got up and turned off the light. Only a floor lamp in the corner of the living room remained, casting a dim light.

He sat back down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of water.

I waited for about seven or eight minutes.

The bedroom door opened.

The water glass that Jiang Fan was holding was suspended in mid-air.

The bright red traditional costume had a fitted bodice that cinched at the waistline and a V-neck that exposed the area from the collarbone to the chest.

Below was a floor-length tulle skirt, with layers of red tulle that revealed the outline of the legs when walking.

Her hair was all down, black hair paired with a red dress.

A thin gold belt was tied around her waist, its curves making her already narrow waist appear even thinner.

Jiang Fan put down the water glass.

Su Yuyan walked to the middle of the living room and stood there barefoot on the wooden floor.

The black nail polish on my toes is still there.

"This was custom-made. I originally planned to wear it when filming the music video, but I'm just trying it out today."

She raised her hand and swept her hair behind her back, revealing her entire face.

"Please turn on the stereo for me."

Jiang Fan walked over and played the song "Sigh" that was saved on the speaker.

The intro begins, with the guzheng plucking its strings and electronic drums gently supporting the background.

Su Yuyan closed her eyes.

The body began to move.

Unlike the last time I danced in front of the sofa, that was impromptu, fueled by alcohol and a flirtatious tone.

This time, there was clearly some method involved.

Flip your wrist, and trace your fingertips from your brow to your chin, then down your neck, stopping at the middle of your collarbone.

The movements are slow, and every frame is stuck on the beat.

Her toes touched the floor, and the red gauze swayed as she did so.

As she turned around, the gold tassels on her belt swung out, revealing the lines of her back.

Chorus.

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

Su Yuyan's lips moved slightly in sync with the lyrics.

With a larger range of motion in her hips, her waist turned, and the red veil was flung up, revealing her thighs.

The white fabric shimmered within the red gauze.

Interlude.

She crouched down, placed one hand on the floor, and looked up.

Her long hair fell to the ground, and her collar drooped down because of this posture.

Jiang Fan sat on the sofa, not moving at all.

In the final scene, Su Yuyan spun around, her red dress blossoming all over the ground, and stopped to face him.

His chest heaved, and a light sweat beaded on his forehead.

The music stopped, and the living room was quiet for a few seconds.

Su Yuyan wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and looked at him.

"How is it? Is there anything that needs to be changed?"

Jiang Fan's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't reply.

He leaned back on the sofa, his hands resting on the armrests, his eyes traveling from her face down to her toes and back again.

Su Yuyan felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

"What are you looking at? Say something!"

"I'm thinking about what angle to shoot in the music video."

Su Yuyan looked down at herself and realized that her neckline was indeed a bit too low, so she pulled it up a little.

"Alright. I'll change my clothes first, then you can come back—"

She turned to leave.

Jiang Fan stood up, took a step forward, and grabbed the gold belt around her waist, stopping her.

Su Yuyan's steps were stopped, and she leaned back against his chest.

"What? I'm going to change my clothes—"

"Don't change it."

Jiang Fan's voice came down from above her head, his breath hitting her ear.

"Wearing this outfit. This is the feeling I wanted."

Su Yuyan turned her head and looked up at him.

"How does it feel?"

Jiang Fan's hand slid from her waist to her stomach, encircling her completely.

With his other hand, he slowly moved upwards along the gold belt.

"The emotions in the music video." He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "I need to feel them first."

Su Yuyan's back tensed for a moment, then relaxed.

"Jiang Fan, this dress is really expensive, it was custom-made for 38,000 yuan—"

He turned her around, and the hem of her red dress swung around.

The two faced each other, Jiang Fan's palm resting on the belt at her lower back.

Su Yuyan looked up at him, her ears burning.

"You always do this, you get off topic and then—"

The second half of the sentence was blocked.

When Jiang Fan kissed her, his hand had already reached under the hem of her red gauze skirt.

Su Yuyan placed her hand on his chest and pushed him, but couldn't budge him.

She gasped for breath between her parted lips.

"Be gentle...don't break it..."

Jiang Fan picked the person up horizontally, dragging the red gauze a bit over the floor.

Su Yuyan wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Bedroom—go to the bedroom—don't stay on the sofa—"

-

The red gauze was spread out, taking up most of the bed.

Jiang Fan leaned above her, looking down at the red-clad figure below.

Su Yuyan felt her face burning even hotter after being stared at by him for several seconds, and turned her head away.

"...Have you seen enough?"

Jiang Fan untied the knot in her gold belt, pulled it out, and tossed it aside.

"What an enchanting fairy."

Su Yuyan laughed in exasperation and slapped him on the shoulder.

The red gauze was pushed up to her waist and piled up.

Jiang Fan's hand moved up from the inside of her knee, causing Su Yuyan's leg to tremble.

"Jiang Fan—be gentle—don't get your clothes dirty—mmm..."

Su Yuyan bit her wrist.

The red skirt spread out on the white sheets, swaying in waves with each movement.

-

How much time has passed?

Su Yuyan lay on the bed, the red ancient costume still hanging on her body, but it was completely ruined.

The neckline was ripped open, the veil at the waist was torn, and the gold tassels had fallen off somewhere.

She lifted her face from the pillow.

"Jiang Fan, how am I supposed to wear these clothes?"

Jiang Fan lay down beside her and reached out to pull up the gauze that had slipped down her back.

"Make an exact replica when we're filming the music video."

Su Yuyan snorted, turned over, and wrapped herself in the quilt.

After a while, a voice came from under the covers.

"Did you feel the emotions in the music video?"

Jiang Fan reached his hand under the covers, touched her waist, and pinched it.

"I felt it. Very deeply."

Su Yuyan kicked him from under the covers.

"roll."