Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Shen Nian walked to the middle of the living room, bent down to pick up her phone from the coffee table, and turned on the background music.

Exotic music emanated from the speakers.

Shen Nian, barefoot, stood on tiptoe and slowly spread her arms at her sides.

Her body swayed to the rhythm, the hem of her yellow dance dress billowing up with her movements, revealing her fair thighs.

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and watched quietly.

Shen Nian's physical condition is what it is; she has practiced dance for many years and has excellent flexibility.

She timed each beat perfectly, and her movements were clean and crisp.

But Jiang Fan looked at it for a minute and then shook his head.

This dance is still different from the original Jade Rabbit Spirit dance provided by the system.

"stop."

Shen Nian stopped what she was doing, her chest heaving violently. She walked over and wiped the sweat off her neck with a towel.

"The movements are fine, but something's missing."

"What's missing?"

"You're dancing too conventionally."

Shen Nian bit her lower lip.

"My dance teacher also told me to relax more, but I'm not very good at capturing that feeling."

"That feeling can't be taught by a dance teacher."

Jiang Fan stood up, picked up his phone, and dragged the progress bar back to the beginning.

"Let's do it again, this time don't just focus on the movements."

Jiang Fan walked back to the sofa and sat down. "Just watch me dance. Imagine I'm Tang Sanzang. There's only one purpose for this dance of yours—to move my heart."

Shen Nian stood there, looking at Jiang Fan on the sofa.

Her body began to move again to the music.

She stopped checking her own movements in the full-length mirror to see if they were correct, her gaze remaining fixed on Jiang Fan.

The movement of her arm gliding to her side was a beat slow, and her fingers lightly brushed against her waist.

The gesture conveyed a sense of unspoken unspoken meaning.

Jiang Fan didn't speak, but tapped the sofa armrest twice with his right index finger.

There has been progress, but it's not enough.

After Shen Nian finished dancing once, she stood there looking at him, her breathing a little rapid.

"How did it go this time?"

"You've improved." Jiang Fan held up one finger. "You're not in a dance competition. You're a fairy, and fairies eat people."

Shen Nian panicked.

"Then what should I do—"

"Let's do it one more time."

"This time, don't worry about whether your movements are right or wrong, just use your eyes to entice me. If you can't entice me, you won't get past Director Yang. She never shows any mercy when eliminating people."

Shen Nian felt a slight pang in her chest when she heard the word "elimination".

She desperately wanted to seize this opportunity.

Jiang Fan fought for this role for her. If she couldn't get past Yang Shuhua and was rejected on the spot, it wouldn't just be her own face that was lost.

The music started for the third time.

Shen Nian completely abandoned those dance frameworks.

A wildness had appeared in her eyes; she was no longer the obedient idol singer on stage, but had become a vixen eyeing her prey.

She twirled and danced, her yellow skirt billowing in the air.

Her gaze remained fixed on Jiang Fan, her eyes filled with the most direct demands.

Jiang Fan nodded inwardly.

This girl learns things very quickly; as long as you give her a direction, she can figure it out on her own.

Shen Nian jumped more and more freely, and when her skirt turned around, a thin layer of sweat was already hanging on the fair skin around her waist.

The music wasn't even halfway through.

Jiang Fan stood up, walked over, and pressed the pause button on his phone.

The music stopped abruptly.

Shen Nian stopped, panting heavily, sweat dripping from her forehead down her cheeks to her chin.

"What's wrong? Is it still not working?" Her voice trembled.

"Great." Jiang Fan took a step forward. "I need to do a quick inspection now."

"Inspect what...?"

Jiang Fan held her exposed waist with one hand.

My palms were pressed against warm skin, covered in fine beads of sweat.

"What will happen next after the Jade Rabbit successfully seduces Tang Sanzang?"

Shen Nian's ears turned bright red, and she gripped the hem of Jiang Fan's shirt with her fingers.

"To the bridal chamber." She paused, her voice lowering, "but it didn't happen in the original story."

Jiang Fan lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

"This is not the original story."

Jiang Fan lifted Shen Nian and sat her down on the sofa, with her feet on the edge of the sofa.

The yellow dance costume was torn open, and gold sequins scattered on the sofa cushions.

Jiang Fan lowered his head.

Shen Nian instinctively reached out to grab Jiang Fan's hair.

In the past, at this time every time, she liked to tug on his hair; the feeling of being pulled gave her a foothold.

Her fingers grasped at nothing and touched a smooth, rounded surface.

Shen Nian opened her eyes and looked down at Jiang Fan's bald head, which gleamed under the living room light.

She paused for a second, then couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Fan stopped and looked up at her.

"What are you laughing at?"

Shen Nian suppressed a laugh, opened her palm, and firmly pressed it onto Jiang Fan's head, rubbing it vigorously twice.

"I wasn't laughing at anything." She couldn't suppress the smile on her face. "It just feels so good, much better than when I had hair."

"smoothly?"

"Okay." Shen Nian placed both hands on it and twisted them a couple of times. "Keep this hairstyle from now on."

Jiang Fan looked at her serious evaluation and slapped her hand away in annoyance.

"Fine, you can touch me as much as you want tonight."

He lowered his head again.

Shen Nian's laughter instantly turned into a scream.

Her fingers reached up again, gripping Jiang Fan's head tightly.

Twenty minutes later, Shen Nian was turned over and made to kneel on the sofa.

She braced herself against the back of the sofa with both hands.

Jiang Fan came up from behind and brushed her loose hair to one side with one hand.

"Just now, on the third time," Jiang Fan's fingers slid down her spine, "you pressed your waist down at a greater angle."

Shen Nian bit her finger and softly hummed in agreement.

"A little lower."

Shen Nian bent her waist down again.

Jiang Fan seized the opportunity to move forward.

Shen Nian shifted forward slightly, her forehead hitting the fabric as she was blocked by the sofa back.

-

Nearly two hours later.

Shen Nian huddled on the sofa, her body turned to the side.

One hand rested on Jiang Fan's head, rubbing it intermittently.

Jiang Fan lay flat on his back with his eyes closed.

The system panel pops up.

[Deep Compatibility x2, Lifespan +2000]

Current lifespan: 106800 points

Jiang Fan turned off the panel.

"The audition is the day after tomorrow. Just act like you were just now." Jiang Fan opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her, and said, "Don't be afraid of Director Yang. She may be fierce, but as long as you get the feel for it, she won't make things difficult for you."

Shen Nian nodded, her finger still drawing circles on his head.

"Are you going then?"

"I want to go too, I want to play Tang Sanzang."

Shen Nian stopped.

She propped herself up halfway and tilted her head to look at Jiang Fan.

"You're playing Tang Sanzang?"

"right."

Shen Nian's gaze swept from his bald head to his face, and then back to his bald head.

"So shaving your head isn't about experiencing life."

"no."

Shen Nian stared at him for five seconds, then straightened up by leaning on the sofa.

You lied to me.

"I'm not lying to you, but you didn't ask in detail."

Shen Nian narrowed her eyes.

"You just said you wanted to experience life."

"Is there a problem with experiencing the life of Tang Sanzang?"

Shen Nian pressed her knee against his waist, leaned forward, and pressed her hands back down on his head.

"You dare lie to me? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

Jiang Fan used one hand to pry her wrist off and pulled her down, causing Shen Nian to fall onto his chest.

"You're going to punish me?"

Shen Nian noticed that Jiang Fan's body was changing again.

"You...you just—"

"One last check. Hold on tight, don't fall."

Shen Nian was forced to sit down by her waist. She bit her lip and placed her hands on Jiang Fan's shoulders.

Jiang Fan patted her on the shoulder: "Try that waist movement for the third time now."

Shen Nian's face flushed red with embarrassment, but she still moved.

"Yes, that's it. Remember this feeling. Use this look in your eyes during the audition the day after tomorrow."

Shen Nian nestled in his arms and spoke weakly.

"This...state," Shen Nian's voice was very soft, "isn't it a bit too..."

"Too much?"

"That's so sexy."

Jiang Fan looked down at her; when the girl uttered those two words, even the base of her neck was burning red.

Jiang Fan ruffled her hair: "That's called alluring, it's a professional term."

Shen Nian gave a soft hum, buried her face in his chest, and didn't say anything more.