Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

After Hou Jinlai left, the room became quiet.

Su Yuyan stared at the bloody abrasion on Jiang Fan's elbow for a few seconds.

"Take off your clothes, and I'll apply the medicine for you."

She pulled a first-aid kit from next to the bedside table.

"No need, they're all superficial injuries."

"Take it off."

Jiang Fan was too lazy to argue with her, so he pulled the hoodie off his head, crumpled it up, and threw it on the sofa.

Su Yuyan held the iodine swab close, her hand hovering in mid-air.

Jiang Fan's back, from her left shoulder to her waist, had a large area of ​​abrasions, much larger than she had imagined.

But the wound was already covered with a layer of dark red scabs.

It's only been two hours.

Su Yuyan put down the iodine swab, stretched out her finger, and touched the edge of the scab.

It was dry and hard, just like an old wound that had been there for several days.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

"This injury happened two hours ago."

"right."

Su Yuyan slowly traced the edge of the blood scab with her fingers.

The scene on set today is still etched in her mind.

As the folding chair was kicked away, she only saw a dark shadow flash by.

Then Jiang Fan appeared eight meters in the air, arms outstretched, and caught a grown man weighing over 130 pounds.

Is it possible for a human to do something like this?

"Jiang Fan, who exactly are you?"

Jiang Fan turned his head to look at her.

Su Yuyan's expression was very serious; she wasn't joking, she was genuinely frightened by what had happened today.

"Have you... practiced some kind of unparalleled martial arts technique?"

She herself found it outrageous after saying it, but she really couldn't think of any other explanation.

Jiang Fan looked at her serious expression and his lips twitched slightly.

He put his arm around Su Yuyan's waist.

"I practice a method of absorbing yin to replenish yang. Would President Su like to experience it for herself?"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Su Yuyan raised her hand to pat his chest.

Jiang Fan grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his chest.

"Don't you notice that your skin improves and your sleep gets better after being with me?"

Su Yuyan's fingers tightened slightly on his chest.

She couldn't refute that.

Since she started a relationship with Jiang Fan, her skin condition has indeed improved visibly.

"That's because I've been under less stress lately—"

Jiang Fan loosened his grip on her wrist.

Believe it or not, it's up to you. You'll see the results for yourself.

Su Yuyan took a half step back and lowered her head to think for a while.

Her fingers touched the first button of the cashmere coat.

"Since it's cultivation—"

The buttons were undone, and the coat slipped off the shoulders, revealing a fitted black turtleneck sweater underneath.

"Then today, I'll see just how powerful your technique really is."

Jiang Fan stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

"You said it yourself, so don't regret it."

He turned Su Yuyan around so she was facing the window.

"Stand still. Hands on the glass."

Su Yuyan braced herself with both hands, leaving two blurry marks on the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows.

I heard the sound of a belt buckle being unbuckled behind me.

The sweater was pushed up, bunching up at the collarbone.

The jeans and underwear were pulled down to the knees.

Her back was pressed against Jiang Fan's chest, and her front was pressed against the glass.

cold.

Su Yuyan shrugged and took a breath.

Jiang Fan placed his hand on her waist, and at that moment an idea flashed through his mind.

The divine movement technique you exchanged for, if used in a different scenario—

Jiang Fan made a move.

Su Yuyan sprang up, her toes pointing upwards.

"River--"

He didn't finish shouting.

The second one followed immediately.

The frequency switched in milliseconds, and her brain crashed, completely unable to keep up with the signals her body was receiving.

Su Yuyan subconsciously reached back to grab him, slapping her palm on the scabs on his back.

Jiang Fan grunted.

She tried to pull her hand back, but Jiang Fan pressed her wrist against the glass.

ten seconds.

Her arms, which were bracing against the glass, began to tremble.

"No—stop—stop for a moment—"

The silhouettes of two people were reflected in the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. Su Yuyan rolled the whites of her eyes for a moment, bent her knees, and slid down.

Jiang Fan swiftly grabbed it, picked it up, and placed it on the bed.

Su Yuyan was sprawled on the quilt, her jeans still hanging on one ankle.

It took her three minutes to regain her breathing rhythm.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

"What you're doing... isn't 'yin-yang replenishment'."

"What is that?"

Su Yuyan closed her eyes, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

"This could be fatal."

Jiang Fan sat on the edge of the bed, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

Su Yuyan reached out and took it with trembling hands. She drank two sips and finally recovered.

"About how much time has passed?"

"Hmm, about ten seconds."

"Ten seconds." Su Yuyan's voice was very soft. "Su Yuyan has lived for thirty years, and you took her down in ten seconds."

Jiang Fan didn't reply.

Su Yuyan closed her eyes, turned her face away, and remained silent for about half a minute.

"continue."

"What?"

"Continue...teaching me cultivation."

Her ears turned even redder after she said it.

Jiang Fan pulled the jeans hanging from her ankles off and threw them on the ground.

"Have you thought it through? This time it won't be ten seconds."

Su Yuyan pulled her legs in slightly.

"……how long?"

"Let's see how long you can hold out."

Jiang Fan bent down, reached one hand inside her knee, and used the other hand to completely peel off her turtleneck sweater.

This time he didn't use his full strength, keeping his speed within a range that Su Yuyan could just handle.

Su Yuyan gripped the bed sheet tightly, silently counting down the seconds in her mind.

Thirty seconds later, my body began to lose control.

After a minute, her toes curled up and her calf muscles tensed into a line.

At three minutes, she stopped timing.

-

Afterwards, Su Yuyan lay on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, motionless.

Jiang Fan patted her on the back.

"Are they still alive?"

After a five or six-second silence, a muffled sound came from under the pillow.

"I won't die. But I'll die soon."

The system panel appears at the edge of the retina.

[Deep Compatibility x2, Lifespan +2000]

Current lifespan: 264300 points

Su Yuyan turned half of her face out from under the pillow.

"You were moving at that speed today... Could you please be a little more normal next time?"

"You said yourself that you wanted to see how powerful my skills are."

"..."

After Su Yuyan fell asleep, Jiang Fan glanced at his phone and saw several unread messages.

Xu Qingya: "I heard something happened today?"

Tang Yingxue: "Jiang Fan, is your hand injured? I'll have someone send medicine from Kyoto."

Shen Nian: "Jiang Fan, are you alright... I was so worried."

Song Siyi: "I heard you scraped your elbow. Is it serious? Should I contact the best orthopedic clinic in Shanghai?"

Gu Qingqiu: "I heard someone almost fell to their death? Are you alright? If you become disabled, I'll take care of you."

-

The next day, the two returned to Shanghai together.

The flight landed at 2 PM.

Jiang Fan's phone was turned on, and message notification sounds rang incessantly.

Xu Qingya has the most news.

"What time are you going back to Shanghai today?"

Where are you now?

The last message was posted twenty minutes ago: "I made soup."

Su Yuyan had to deal with the aftermath of the wire stunt accident, and the two parted ways at the terminal exit.

Jiang Fan stood at the terminal exit for a while.

Li Cheng drove the car over.

"Brother Fan, where are we going?"

"Xu Qingya."