Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan entered the password, pushed open the door, changed into slippers, and went inside.

In the living room, Xu Qingya was still wearing the same black tight-fitting yoga outfit from the photo, kneeling on the yoga mat stretching.

With legs stretched into a split and waist pressed forward, the entire silhouette of the person was clearly visible under the light.

Hearing the door open, she stopped what she was doing and turned to look.

"You really are punctual, arriving right on time."

Xu Qingya stood up and walked to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan scanned the area from top to bottom.

The yoga clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to the skin, exposing all the curves, even the center line was clearly visible.

He reached out and placed his hand on her waist; it felt much firmer than before.

"How's your physical training going?"

"Let me demonstrate for you, and you can check it yourself."

Xu Qingya took a step back and assumed a starting pose for classical dance.

Cross your hands in front of your body and rotate your wrists.

His back was straight, his chin slightly tucked in, and his eyes were dignified.

This was completely different from her usual aloof demeanor.

These three days of posture classes were worthwhile; standing there, I already have the air of a female ruler.

Xu Qingya maintained the pose for five or six seconds, then stopped and leaned in again.

"Director Jiang, is my posture acceptable?"

Jiang Fan nodded.

"It does have that kind of appeal."

He turned his head and glanced at the pink yoga ball next to him.

Walk over and drag the ball to the middle of the living room.

"I can't tell just by looking at you standing." Jiang Fan patted the surface of the ball. "Lie down. I'll check your core strength."

Xu Qingya frowned.

"Why are you lying on a yoga ball to check your core strength?"

Jiang Fan was very serious.

"Come on, let me see how well you control your back. The Queen of the Women's Kingdom has several scenes where she sits down."

Xu Qingya was skeptical, but she walked over, placed her hands on the yoga ball, and slowly lay down on it.

The ball was unstable, and her body swayed slightly. She had to stand on tiptoe to maintain her balance.

This pose perfectly showcases the lines of her entire back.

Yoga clothes are already tight, and when you lie on the ball, the fabric stretches even more, revealing the shape of your buttocks completely beneath the black fabric.

Jiang Fan stood behind her.

"Your waist is sagging. Tighten it."

Xu Qingya adjusted her posture.

Jiang Fan placed his hand on her waist and pressed down. "It's too loose here."

Then his hands moved down and gripped her hips.

With both hands down at the same time, hook your fingertips onto the waistband of your yoga pants and pull them down to your knees.

Xu Qingya suddenly realized what was happening.

"Jiang Fan, you—"

"Don't move."

Xu Qingya was lying on the ball and couldn't turn around. As soon as her toes left the ground, the ball rolled forward, and she quickly braced herself.

Jiang Fan had already pulled his pants down to her knees.

"This isn't a body check..." Xu Qingya buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled.

"Your posture teacher taught you that," Jiang Fan said, his hand returning to her waist. "What's this pose called again?"

"I don't know!" Xu Qingya gritted her teeth.

Jiang Fan didn't waste any more words.

The advantage of a yoga ball is its instability.

With each exertion of force, the surface of the ball will wobble.

Xu Qingya was forced to move with the rhythm of the ball, and had no way to control her center of gravity.

She pressed her hands firmly against the surface of the ball, her nails digging into the rubber.

The ball rolled forward half a circle, and she lowered her entire upper body, her forehead almost touching the ground.

This angle allows for a deeper connection between the two.

Xu Qingya's legs were trembling.

"Jiang Fan...choose another one..."

Jiang Fan lifted her off the ball, turned her around, and made her sit down with her back against the ball.

The yoga ball was flattened by the weight of the two people.

Xu Qingya tilted her head back, her hair cascading over the pink sphere, her legs draped over Jiang Fan's shoulders.

She had never tried this position before.

She could only hold onto Jiang Fan's arm, trying to steady herself.

The yoga ball made a slight scraping sound on the wooden floor.

After trying two more variations, Xu Qingya's yoga clothes had been pulled to the side, and she was slumped on the ball, too exhausted to even lift her arms.

It took almost two hours of back and forth.

Xu Qingya turned her head to the side, her voice already hoarse from shouting.

"That's enough... I have a physical education class tomorrow."

Jiang Fan picked her up from the ball and put her on the sofa.

Xu Qingya lay on the sofa, panting heavily.

After a while, she regained some strength and tucked the hair that was scattered on her face behind her ears.

She pulled the thin blanket from the sofa and covered herself with it.

"Water," Xu Qingya said, pointing to the coffee table.

Jiang Fan took the water glass and handed it to her.

Xu Qingya drank half a glass of water, which soothed her throat a little.

"About the payment." She lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. "One million. Was Su Yuyan doing it on purpose?"

Jiang Fan put the water glass back on the coffee table. "That's the price I set."

Xu Qingya turned to look at him.

"You've never acted before." Jiang Fan sat on the edge of the sofa. "One million is already a generous amount because of your popularity. For a newcomer with similar qualifications, even three hundred thousand would be too much."

Xu Qingya snorted coldly. "One million. How much did she get for playing the White Bone Demon herself?"

"She didn't get paid." Jiang Fan looked at her. "She signed a performance-based agreement and only gets a share of the profits. If the show loses money, she'll lose her entire fortune."

Xu Qingya fell silent.

She was well aware of the weight of the betting agreement.

Su Yuyan's willingness to take this approach shows that she has enough confidence in this drama.

Xu Qingya leaned closer to Jiang Fan.

Has the role of Sun Wukong been cast?

"It's settled. Hou Jinlai from the Hou Family Troupe in the capital."

"The Hou Family Troupe? Never heard of them."

"A family of monkey performers. Their kung fu is a hundred times better than those popular young male celebrities."

Xu Qingya thought for a moment. "What about Tang Sanzang?"

"It's not decided yet."

Xu Qingya turned to the side and traced her fingers across Jiang Fan's chest.

"Why don't you play the role? It's a waste of your face not to play Tang Sanzang." Xu Qingya rested her chin on his shoulder.

"And in the scene set in the Women's Kingdom, are you really willing to let me act with another man?"

Jiang Fan didn't reply; he was indeed reluctant to part with it.

"And there's a kissing scene between them. When Tang Sanzang and the Queen of the Women's Kingdom parted ways, I designed one—"

"What kissing scene? I didn't write it in the script."

"I added it myself." Xu Qingya tilted her head to look at him. "What, if you don't act, I'll kiss another man. Like, kiss him on the lips."

Jiang Fan stared at her for two seconds.

This woman did it on purpose.

Xu Qingya's eyes held a hint of smugness.

She knows Jiang Fan too well.

This man is easy to talk to about everything, except his things, which he won't let anyone else touch.

"I'll think about it."

Xu Qingya noticed that he hadn't directly refused, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"If you play Tang Sanzang, I'll go over your lines with you every day." Her hand slowly slid down his chest. "We can even practice more."

Jiang Fan put his arm around her waist and pulled her up from the sofa.

"Go practice more now."

He carried Xu Qingya towards the bedroom, patting his back with his hand.

"Be gentle—my back is about to break—"