Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Nine o'clock in the evening, at Xu Qingya's small villa.

The living room lights were off, and two white scented candles were lit on the coffee table.

Xu Qingya sat on the sofa, still wearing that bright yellow queen's dress.

She glanced at her phone screen; it was 9:10.

Her phone was carelessly tossed face down on the sofa cushion. She shifted her posture; the gold waist belt, which had been constricting her all day, was starting to make her waist muscles ache.

It's easy to take this outfit off, but not so easy to put it on; just the makeup alone takes an hour and a half.

The beeping sound of a combination lock came from the entryway.

The door opened, and Jiang Fan walked in, his bald head reflecting light under the motion-sensor light in the entryway.

Xu Qingya leaned against the sofa armrest, her gaze slowly moving down from the top of his head.

"Brother, you've arrived."

Jiang Fan stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"Empress Xu, aren't you getting a little too dramatic? You haven't changed your clothes since the press conference ended."

Xu Qingya stood up from the sofa and went to greet her.

The bright yellow skirt trailed a short distance on the floor, and the gold belt around her waist cinched her figure tightly.

"I spent two hours doing my makeup, it would be a waste not to let you see it more."

Jiang Fan changed into slippers and his gaze fell on her.

The flickering candlelight on the coffee table cast a warm, yellow glow on half of her face.

"Then this humble monk... shall humbly accept your invitation and have a good look at it."

He stepped forward, grabbed Xu Qingya's wrist, and pulled her towards himself.

Xu Qingya bumped into his arms. The jewels on her head swayed and made a crisp clinking sound.

Jiang Fan supported her lower back with his other hand.

"Do you still have that yoga ball from last time?"

Xu Qingya's ears burned.

"It's not here. I had my assistant move it."

Why?

"Every time I see that ball, my legs go weak."

Jiang Fan let out a muffled laugh.

He bent down, grabbed Xu Qingya's legs with one hand, and lifted her up in his arms.

The bright yellow skirt hung down, swaying in mid-air, trailing a long way.

Xu Qingya wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his shoulder.

"Jiang Fan, wait a minute."

"Um?"

"You should change into Tang Sanzang's clothes first."

Jiang Fan paused, looking down at her.

"Xu Qingya, do you have some kind of peculiar obsession with monks?"

"I'm obsessed with you." Xu Qingya patted his chest. "Will you wear it or not?"

Jiang Fan placed her on the bed, her bright yellow dress spread out, taking up most of the bed.

"I saw the expressions on those women's faces when you came out of the press conference in your monk's robe today." She lowered her voice a little. "I need to look at them again by myself."

Jiang Fan walked into the dressing room and opened the rightmost cabinet door.

A monk's robe was hanging inside, different from the one shown at the press conference; the material was thinner, and a kasaya was draped over it, neatly folded.

Jiang Fan took the clothes out and glanced at them.

This woman is quite well-prepared.

He took off his shirt, put on a monk's robe, draped the kasaya over his left shoulder, and walked out of the dressing room.

Xu Qingya leaned against the headboard, one leg bent, the other dangling casually over the edge. The moment her gaze fell upon Jiang Fan, the light in her eyes was impossible to hide.

"Spin around."

"Empress Xu, I'm not a male model."

"change."

Jiang Fan turned halfway around and stopped. "Is that enough?"

Xu Qingya sat up in bed, put her legs together, and supported herself with her hands behind her back. She tilted her head and looked at Jiang Fan for a few seconds.

"It looks better than at the press conference."

"What's so good about it?"

Xu Qingya's gaze swept over his chest.

Thin silk clung to the skin, and under the overhead light, the outline of the muscles was faintly visible.

She raised her hand and hooked her fingers around the collar of Jiang Fan's monk's robe.

"Brother Tang San," she looked up at him, her voice soft, "I have long admired you... I wonder if you... would you stay tonight?"

Jiang Fan looked at Xu Qingya's face.

Today she was dressed in a proper queen costume, and her makeup was also of film and television quality.

Coupled with candlelight and a dimly lit bedroom, he admitted that the image was indeed lethal.

"Your Majesty, a monk does not lie." Jiang Fan grasped her fingers with one hand. "This humble monk truly cannot leave tonight."

Jiang Fan lowered his head and kissed her. Xu Qingya's hand slipped inside his collar and pressed her palm against his chest.

Jiang Fan's hand touched the buckle of the gold belt around her waist.

The buckle is located at the back waist, hidden in the pleats of the skirt.

"How do we solve this?"

Turn it to the left.

Jiang Fan twisted it, and the moment the golden belt loosened, Xu Qingya let out a long breath.

"I was suffocating, I've been holding it in for five hours."

After the waist belt was removed, the skirt immediately became loose.

The bright yellow silk, now free of its restraints, slid down her shoulders, exposing her snow-white neck and collarbone to the air.

Jiang Fan threw the waist belt under the bed.

"You didn't change your clothes for five hours just to wait for me to see you?"

"Otherwise what?" Xu Qingya leaned back on the pillow, her long hair and jewelry scattered across the bed. "You think I like being strangled?"

Jiang Fan leaned down and placed one hand on her ear.

"Then take these off your heads too."

"I won't take it off." Xu Qingya pressed down on the jewels on her head. "Today I am the queen, and a queen must wear a crown."

Jiang Fan didn't waste any more words. His hand reached up from under the skirt.

The bright yellow silk was pushed up to her waist, and underneath she wore a very thin lace—also in gold.

"Even the underwear comes with a matching set?"

Xu Qingya turned her face away. "...Why do you care so much?"

Jiang Fan's fingers hooked the edge of the golden lace.

"Empress Xu, I've noticed that you put even more effort into your outfits than you do into your acting."

"Shut up."

Xu Qingya sat on Jiang Fan's waist, looking down at the man in monk's robes below.

The bright yellow skirt was bunched up at the waist, and the upper body was covered only by a thin layer of gauze and a strapless top of the same color.

"Brother, my royal brother." She placed her hands on his chest, "Tonight, I will personally lead the army into battle. You are not allowed to move."

"The same as last time with the nurse?"

"Even more intense than last time." Xu Qingya straightened the jeweled ornaments that had tilted in her hair, then raised her chin. "Today I am the Queen. The King is leading the army himself, what's the problem?"

"No. Please."

Xu Qingya leaned down, her pearl and jade tassels brushing against Jiang Fan's face.

She loosened the belt of his monk's robe and pulled open his collar.

The jewels on his head swayed as Jiang Fan rested his hands behind his head, looking at the woman above him.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

Her legs started to ache.

"Jiang Fan...did you...do this on purpose...?"

"I didn't move. You told me not to move."

Xu Qingya gritted her teeth in hatred, swinging the tassels on her jeweled ornaments back and forth.

She gritted her teeth and endured for another ten minutes or so.

"The emperor... personally leads the expedition..." Xu Qingya's voice was broken, "...it's not that easy."

Jiang Fan watched her putting on a brave front and held back for a long time.

enough.

He removed his hands from behind his head, grabbed Xu Qingya's lower back with one hand, and turned her over.

Xu Qingya let out a soft "Hey." Her back sank into the mattress.

"The Queen is too weak, so this humble monk has no choice but to take over."

I don't know how much time passed.

Xu Qingya lay on the bed, her hair disheveled. Jiang Fan reached out and brushed the hair away from her face. Sweat and smudged makeup mingled together, and the carefully drawn eyeliner at the corners of her eyes was blurred.

"Will you still personally lead troops into battle in the future?"

Xu Qingya didn't look up, but stretched out one hand, her middle finger pointing at him.

Jiang Fan pulled the blanket over her.

I went to the bathroom, wrung out a hot towel, and came back to wipe her body.

Xu Qingya closed her eyes, letting him do as he pleased.