Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Tang Yingxue bit Jiang Fan's earlobe and ran her hand down his chest.

Once the recording studio door is closed, you can't hear anything outside.

Jiang Fan supported Tang Yingxue with one hand and kissed her directly.

Tang Yingxue responded enthusiastically, scratching Jiang Fan's back haphazardly with both hands.

The tight-fitting knitwear was pushed up to her armpits.

The jeans were unbuttoned and pulled down to the knees, with black lace hanging from the ankles.

Tang Yingxue wrapped her legs around Jiang Fan's waist, pressing him against the edge of the mixing console.

"Jiang Fan...give it to me..."

Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were unfocused.

With a thought, Jiang Fan activated his divine-level movement technique once again.

Tang Yingxue's body tensed up suddenly.

The fingernails dug deep into the muscles of Jiang Fan's shoulder.

"ah--"

She tilted her head back, her long neck forming a C-shaped curve.

Tang Yingxue couldn't withstand this frequency at all and began to frantically beg for mercy.

"Too fast..."

Ten minutes later, Tang Yingxue completely broke down.

She collapsed into Jiang Fan's arms, her body soaked in sweat, panting heavily.

Jiang Fan was about to carry her to the sofa next to him to rest.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a sudden knock on the door of the recording studio.

Tang Yingxue shuddered in fright and suddenly opened her eyes.

She tried to get up from Jiang Fan's lap, but her legs went weak and she fell back into Jiang Fan's arms.

Jiang Fan patted her lower back.

Tang Yingxue gritted her teeth and hurriedly pulled up her jeans.

My fingers were shaking so badly that the zipper was stuck halfway up and I couldn't pull it up no matter what I did.

Jiang Fan reached out and neatly zipped up her zipper.

Then he placed Tang Yingxue on the sofa next to him and turned to open the door.

The heavy, soundproof door was opened.

Su Yuyan was standing outside the door, holding a folder in her hand.

Looking past Jiang Fan's shoulder, Su Yuyan immediately spotted Tang Yingxue slumped on the sofa.

Tang Yingxue's hair was messy, and the neckline of her knitted sweater was slightly crooked.

Most importantly, that usually aloof face was now covered with a blush that had not yet faded.

His legs were awkwardly pressed together, and his calves were still trembling slightly.

The recording studio had a peculiar smell.

Su Yuyan walked in wearing high heels and closed the door behind her.

"Click".

The door lock clicked shut.

Su Yuyan walked to the sofa.

She looked down at Tang Yingxue, her gaze lingering on the other's trembling legs for two seconds.

"Mr. Tang, it seems like you're having a hard time warming up your voice?"

Tang Yingxue grabbed a cushion behind her and used it to cover her legs, forcing herself to lift her chin.

"I want to. It's none of your business."

Su Yuyan chuckled softly and glanced at her watch.

"Chairman Tang, with your fighting ability, you're only good enough to listen to the intro of a song."

"you--"

Tang Yingxue was furious, her fingernails digging into the fabric of the pillow.

She wanted to stand up and fight back, but her back ached so much that she couldn't muster any strength.

"What about me?" Su Yuyan threw the folder in her hand on the coffee table. "You're a terrible cook with a huge addiction. If I were you, I'd be back in Kyoto right now, don't embarrass yourself here."

"Su Yuyan, don't be so smug."

Tang Yingxue sneered, her gaze sweeping over Su Yuyan's bodycon skirt.

"How are you any better than me? Didn't you come here today practically begging to be served?"

Su Yuyan ignored her and turned to look at Jiang Fan standing in front of the mixing console.

"Is the arrangement for 'Misplaced Time' finished?"

Jiang Fan pulled out a swivel chair, sat down, put on half of the monitoring headphones, and picked up the mouse.

"Alright. Come and listen."

Su Yuyan walked to the mixing console, pulled over another chair, and sat down.

Tang Yingxue, ignoring her weak legs, stood up while holding onto the sofa armrest and limped to Jiang Fan's side.

She wanted to see just how good this special edition that Jiang Fan wrote for Su Yuyan really was.

Jiang Fan opened the audio file.

The prelude begins.

There are no keyboards or guitars as commonly found in pop music.

The opening is accompanied by the deep sound of military drums and the distant sound of bugles.

Immediately afterwards, a grand string section enters.

The weight of history is palpable.

Su Yuyan straightened her back instantly.

Tang Yingxue was also stunned.

This arrangement is exactly what a national-level symphony orchestra would offer.

A demo of human voices appears.

That year, you were as young as I was...

"As youthful as a naive, innocent song..."

The verse has a gentle melody, conveying a sense of dialogue that transcends a century.

The progress bar has reached the chorus.

The bass drum intensifies, while the bass chorus provides a backdrop.

"I felt the evening breeze that you felt, so does that mean we've embraced..."

"But waking up as if from a dream, my hands were empty, and my heart ached faintly..."

"I walked the long street you walked, so does that mean we've met...?"

The catchy melody, coupled with lyrics that intertwine the comforts of modern life with the bloodshed of our ancestors.

The collision of two different time periods brought emotions to their peak.

The song finished playing.

The recording studio fell completely silent.

Tang Yingxue stared at the audio track on the computer screen, her teeth clenched tightly.

She thought her song "Wanjiang" was the pinnacle of mainstream songs, but Su Yuyan's "Misplaced Time and Space" has an even more terrifying power to evoke empathy.

"Let's go in and give it a try." Jiang Fan took off his headphones and pointed to the recording studio inside the glass window.

Without any hesitation, Su Yuyan pushed open the door and walked into the recording studio.

Put on your headphones and stand in front of the microphone.

Su Yuyan closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing.

Jiang Fan pushed up the clipper and pressed the record button.

The accompaniment began.

Su Yuyan's voice has the quality of a mature woman.

This timbre perfectly suppressed the sadness in the melody, adding a sense of composure that transcends time and space.

Sing it all in one take.

Jiang Fan pressed the intercom button.

"In the second line of the chorus, bring the emotion back a bit. Don't use a crying tone; be restrained."

Su Yuyan nodded.

Second time.

The third time.

The recording ended half an hour later.

Su Yuyan pushed open the door and came out, a layer of fine sweat beading on her forehead.

She walked to the mixing console, picked up the bottled water on the table, and took a sip.

"How is it?" Su Yuyan asked Jiang Fan.

"Very good, perfect."

Jiang Fan saved the file and leaned back in his chair.

Su Yuyan put down the water bottle and glanced at Tang Yingxue, who was standing to the side with an unfriendly expression.

She suddenly stepped forward, placing her hands on the edge of the mixing console, trapping Jiang Fan in the middle.

The dress has a very low V-neck.

The act of bending over exposed a large expanse of fair skin to Jiang Fan's eyes.

"Jiang Fan".

Su Yuyan's voice was very low and slightly hoarse.

"How long did it take Chairman Tang just now? I'd like to try it too."

provocative.

A blatant provocation.

Tang Yingxue instantly lost her temper.

She grabbed Su Yuyan's arm and pulled her back.

"Su Yuyan, have you no shame? Go vent your lust at home!"

Su Yuyan shook off Tang Yingxue's hand.

"Chairman Tang, if you can't do it, just stand aside and watch. Learn from him."

Su Yuyan ignored her and stared intently at Jiang Fan.

The extreme excitement she felt from watching "Misplaced Time and Space" left her desperately needing a way to release it.

She straddled Jiang Fan's lap.

The bodycon skirt slid down her thighs to the top.

Jiang Fan looked at the face so close to his.

He raised his hand and pinched Su Yuyan's chin.

"Want to try?" Jiang Fan stroked her red lips with his thumb.

"Mmm." Su Yuyan's breathing became heavier, and she wrapped her arms around Jiang Fan's neck.

Tang Yingxue stood to the side, her eyes red.

"Jiang Fan, you dare touch her!"

Jiang Fan ignored Tang Yingxue's impotent rage.

The temperature in the recording studio rose again.

Tang Yingxue stared intently at the two entangled figures, her chest heaving violently.

She gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and placed her hands on Jiang Fan's shoulders.

"Let's try it together! I want to see who begs for mercy first!"