Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The car was parked in front of the villa.

Jiang Fan got out of the car, and Li Cheng rolled down the window.

"Brother Fan, I'm going back now."

"Um."

Jiang Fan pressed the keypad lock and pushed the door open to go inside.

The range hood in the kitchen was humming, and a rich aroma of chicken soup wafted out from it.

He changed into slippers and went inside.

Xu Qingya stood in front of the stove, wearing a floral apron.

Her hair was casually pinned back with a chopstick, with a few stray strands hanging down her neck.

She was stirring the soup in the casserole with a ladle when she heard footsteps and turned around.

My gaze first fell on his face, then moved down to his upper body, which was now wearing a new shirt.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Xu Qingya placed the soup spoon on the pot lid, wiped her hands, and walked over.

"show me."

Jiang Fan obediently folded his shirt up from the waist.

Xu Qingya went around to his back.

A large area of ​​abrasions from the left shoulder to the side of the waist.

However, the scabs have already formed, and some have started to fall off, revealing the tender new skin underneath.

The injury I sustained yesterday has healed to this state today—

Although Xu Qingya sensed something was wrong, she didn't have time to think about it.

Her fingers hovered above the scab, too afraid to touch it.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Xu Qingya lowered her hand and gently patted his lower back.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

"You're not allowed to do that kind of thing again."

There was silence for a few seconds.

Did you hear me?

"I heard you."

Xu Qingya stared at the blood scab for several seconds, her lips moving slightly.

"You'd dare catch someone falling from eight meters high? Don't you care about your life?"

Jiang Fan put the shirt down. "Everything's fine now."

"Are you alright?" Xu Qingya's voice rose slightly.

"Do you even know what eight meters means? It's enough to kill someone falling from a height—"

As she spoke, she quickly wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

"The soup is ready. Please sit over there."

Xu Qingya turned around and went back to the stove. The spoon hit the edge of the stove with a sound, and her hand was shaking.

Jiang Fan walked over and took the spoon from her hand.

"I'll serve myself."

"Get out of my way, you have a cut on your hand."

Xu Qingya snatched the spoon back from his hand, filled a bowl, and brought it to the dining table.

The chicken soup was thick and white, with goji berries and red dates floating on top.

Jiang Fan sat down, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

The cooking time was perfect, and the saltiness was just right.

He looked up at her.

Xu Qingya sat opposite him, resting her chin on her hands as she watched him drink.

There were two dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

Jiang Fan put down the soup bowl, reached out, and pinched her cheek.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Xu Qingya turned her face away, her ears turning bright red.

"Drink your soup."

Jiang Fan drank two more bowls, and after finishing the third bowl, he pushed the bowl away.

"I can't drink anymore."

"Drink another half bowl."

"I really can't drink anymore."

Xu Qingya took off her floral apron and pulled him by the hand, leading him towards the bedroom.

"Let me check if you have any other injuries."

Jiang Fan looked at her.

"You haven't slept all night, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired."

Once inside the bedroom, Xu Qingya pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, then stood in front of him.

First, unbutton Jiang Fan's shirt one button at a time, pull it down, and throw it on the bed.

Then he stepped back half a step, reached for the belt of his pajamas, and tugged at it.

The silk pajamas slid open to the sides, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath.

She straddled him, cupping his bald head in her hands and looking at it from left to right.

"It hasn't grown yet."

"I shaved it only half a month ago."

Jiang Fan reached out and pulled her pajamas down by the shoulders, and she slapped his hand.

"Let me check first."

"What are you checking?"

"Where else on your body did you bump or hurt yourself?"

Her hand started from his shoulder, moved down his arm, and touched the scab next to his elbow, circling it with her fingertips.

Her hand stopped when it reached his waist.

"There's a bruise here too."

Jiang Fan didn't notice this injury.

It brushed against me when I was rolling over; I didn't notice at the time.

Xu Qingya gently pressed her finger on the bruise.

"Does it hurt?"

"No--"

She pressed it a little harder.

"hiss."

"That's a lie."

Xu Qingya's lips curled up slightly, and she withdrew her hand.

"Inspection complete."

Jiang Fan grabbed her waist and leaned back. Xu Qingya pressed herself against him, her hands on his chest, looking down at him.

Watch your back.

"understood."

-

Everything was normal in the first half.

Xu Qingya was in good condition, though her voice was intermittent.

Jiang Fan controlled his strength to about 20-30%, maintaining a steady rhythm. Xu Qingya kept up, and their coordination was excellent.

Then Jiang Fan had an idea.

He shifted up a gear.

"Um--"

This is a good response.

He went all out.

Xu Qingya fell silent.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, but no sound came out.

His body was taut in a straight line, and he tried to grab the sheets with his fingers, but couldn't.

It’s over.

Jiang Fan quickly stopped.

It took Xu Qingya a while to come to her senses.

Her first action was to raise her hand and slap him on the shoulder.

"What...what did you just do...?"

"Perform your usual routine."

"Normal my ass—" she snapped.

Eight seconds. Xu Qingya's computer crashed in eight seconds.

Jiang Fan silently compared them in his mind.

She was two seconds behind Su Yuyan.

This data must not be known to Xu Qingya.

Otherwise, given her competitive nature, she would definitely challenge herself to last eleven seconds next time.

Jiang Fan slowed down, and Xu Qingya's hand slid down his shoulder, gripping his forearm, her nails digging into his flesh.

"Slow down...slow down..."

"If it's slower than this, it won't move at all."

"roll--"

Xu Qingya's words caught in her throat, turning into a long sob.

-

Forty minutes later.

Xu Qingya lay on Jiang Fan's chest, one leg draped over his, her toes twitching occasionally.

Only her heavy breathing could be heard in the bedroom.

After a long while, she finally managed to turn her head, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

Xu Qingya buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled.

"Could you explain why you suddenly changed like that just now...?"

She couldn't continue.

"Weren't you just checking my body for any other injuries? What were the results?"

"It turns out you have too much energy; this little injury is nothing to you."

Xu Qingya rolled over halfway and lay on her back.

"One more time."

Jiang Fan turned his head to look at her.

"That speed...do it again."

"You couldn't even hold on for eight seconds."

Xu Qingya's face flushed instantly.

"Who said I couldn't hold on? I just wasn't prepared. Give me some time—"

"Buffer time?"

"Yes. Count down three times before you start—I'll prepare in advance—"

Jiang Fan looked at her stubborn and unyielding expression.

"Okay." Jiang Fan rolled over. "Three."

Xu Qingya took a deep breath, gripped the bed sheet tightly with both hands, and assumed a ready-to-fight stance.

"two."

She clenched her back teeth.

"one."

"Wait—wait a minute, I haven't..."

That's too late.

When Xu Qingya died again, the second hand of the wall clock moved nine notches.

It took one second longer than last time.

She didn't even have the strength to clap her hands this time, and just lay there paralyzed.

"...I give up."

The system panel popped up.

[Deep Compatibility x2, Lifespan +6000]

Current lifespan: 270300 points

Jiang Fan turned off the control panel and pulled the blanket over Xu Qingya.

With her eyes closed and her breathing still uneven, she mumbled a sentence.

"Next time... I'll last ten seconds."

This woman even sets KPIs for herself for things like this.

"Okay. Practice slowly."