Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Chapter 76 Both fell out, is there still a problem?

When Jiang Fan woke up, Shen Nian was curled up in the blanket with her back to him, only half of her head showing.

He glanced at his phone on the bedside table; it was 7:12.

The system panel popped up automatically.

Current lifespan: 21500 points

[Remaining lifespan: 43 days and 5 hours]

Jiang Fan turned off the control panel and quietly slipped out of bed.

He got dressed and went downstairs to buy breakfast.

As the food was being plated, a slight sound of someone turning over came from the direction of the bedroom.

Shen Nian came out of the bedroom wearing her pajamas.

Her hair was messy, with a stubborn tuft of hair sticking up at the back.

She stood in the bedroom doorway, the morning light streaming in through the window and falling on her face.

The bluish-gray tinge that had been constantly under his eyes had completely faded away.

Her cheeks were flushed with a light pink, her eyes were brighter, and she radiated a captivating glow.

Jiang Fan looked at it for a couple more seconds.

Shen Nian felt uncomfortable under his gaze and turned her head away.

"What are you looking at?"

"She's getting prettier and prettier."

Shen Nian didn't reply.

"Go wash up and eat."

Jiang Fan stopped teasing her; he knew he had to restrain himself when necessary.

I have a lot to do today, and I need to go to Xu Qingya's place tonight.

After breakfast, Jiang Fan went back to his apartment and took a good shower.

Then he went out to the company.

No one was at work on Sunday, and the entire floor of the studio was empty.

He went into his office and turned on his computer.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and brought up the system store.

Enter the following four characters in the search bar: 匆匆那年 (The fleeting years).

This song was sung by Faye Wong in her previous life.

Ethereal, detached, with a kind of bystander's compassion.

But on Earth, there are people who can sing with this feeling—

Xu Qingya is the most suitable.

exchange.

[Deduct lifespan points: 200]

[Remaining lifespan: 21300 points]

The complete lyrics and music file unfolded in my mind.

Jiang Fan opened his eyes, switched the computer to music writing mode, and began organizing the music.

Jiang Fan was busy until a little after 3 p.m., and then did a final check. Everything was fine.

Print it out and put it in a folder.

I locked the studio door and took a taxi to Xu Qingya's villa.

Jiang Fan entered the door lock code and pushed the door open to go inside.

A bunch of pink roses has appeared on the shoe cabinet in the entryway, placed in a slender glass vase.

As I was changing my shoes, I could hear the buzzing sound of a hairdryer coming from the direction of the bedroom.

Jiang Fan put the folder on the dining table and walked towards the bedroom.

The hair dryer stopped working.

Footsteps came from inside.

Hsu Ching-ya was wearing a black lace nightgown, her hair was freshly dried and draped loosely over her shoulders.

One of the shoulder straps slipped down her arm, but she ignored it.

As she stepped out of the bedroom, a pleasant scent of shampoo wafted over.

Her skin was so white it was almost translucent, and even the area from her neck to her collarbone had a porcelain-like luster.

She glanced at the folder on the dining table.

"What is it?"

"Song."

Xu Qingya walked to the dining table, picked up the folder, and opened it.

First page: Song title.

"Fleet of Time"

Her gaze shifted downwards and landed on the lyrics.

"How many times did we say goodbye in those fleeting years, only to postpone it again..."

"Unfortunately, who hasn't experienced love? It's not a matter of eloquent rhetoric about the seven emotions..."

Turn to the chorus.

"If we can't meet again with tears in our eyes, can we at least blush...?"

"Just like that beautiful lie we hastily etched together forever that year."

The finger that was turning the page stopped.

"The lyrics are well-written. Were they written for me?"

"This is for you. It's the theme song of a movie."

Xu Qingya leaned against the dining table, her arms crossed over her chest.

"What movie?"

"It's a campus youth film, still in post-production."

He neatly avoided mentioning the name Su Yuyan.

In fact, Su Yuyan didn't really intend to sing herself—she was just a matchmaker, but there was no need to elaborate on such details in front of Xu Qingya.

That way I won't have to pay for two more songs.

Xu Qingya's attention was entirely focused on the song.

She turned back to the first page and read it again from the beginning.

With fingers pointing to the lyrics and lips moving slightly, he silently sang the melody in his heart.

Seeing that she was watching intently, Jiang Fan went to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and sat down on the sofa.

About two or three minutes.

Xu Qingya closed the folder and patted the cover twice with her palm.

"This song could be the lead single on my new album."

He paused for a moment after speaking.

Seemingly realizing that he was already thinking about how to incorporate it into his business empire, he felt a little embarrassed and stubbornly added, "Of course, if you don't agree, that's another matter."

"We're not in a rush to release the album. We have scheduling conflicts with the movie theme song, so we'll record this one first."

Xu Qingya didn't press the matter further.

He tossed the folder onto the coffee table, nestled into the sofa, and casually placed his feet on Jiang Fan's lap.

Her toenails were painted with light pink nail polish, which looked very tempting.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it."

Jiang Fan looked down at her feet resting on his lap.

I glanced again at her black lace nightgown and the bra strap that was slipping down her arm.

"or--"

Jiang Fan raised his head.

"I'll eat you first."

Xu Qingya blinked.

The foot that was resting on his thigh was about to be pulled back.

Jiang Fan grabbed her ankle.

Xu Qingya's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He struggled twice, but couldn't break free.

"Let go—"

"Answer me one question first."

"What's the problem?"

"Did your bra strap fall down by itself, or did you deliberately leave it unpulled up?"

Xu Qingya looked down at her bra strap that had slipped down to her arm.

There was a two-second silence.

She raised her hand—and pulled down the other shoulder strap as well.

"Both have fallen off now, is there still a problem?"

This ice queen has a talent for provocation that's no less than her talent for singing.

Jiang Fan put her feet down and pressed his whole body against hers.

Xu Qingya's back sank into the sofa cushions, and the neckline of her pajamas slid down along the two loose shoulder straps.

Her hand rested on the back of his neck, her fingertips cool.

"Be gentle."

"When have you ever seen that kind of talk work?"

Xu Qingya bit his shoulder.

The sofa cushions were rubbed onto the floor.

The water glass on the coffee table rippled, and at one moment, the bottom of the glass spun on the glass, looking as if it was about to tip over.

Xu Qingya reached out and helped at the last moment.

Unfortunately, she herself couldn't stay calm.

Later, it was moved to the bedroom.

Because the sofa was too narrow, Xu Qingya fell off twice.

The first time, she didn't say anything and climbed up by herself.

The second time, she bit her lip and cursed with two words—for a superstar like her, this was beyond her vocabulary.

Jiang Fan picked her up horizontally.

Xu Qingya's little lace dress was still hanging on her ankles, while her nightgown had long since been tossed into the gap between the coffee table and the sofa.

afterwards.

Xu Qingya lay on her side, using his arm as a pillow.

His fingers were aimlessly drawing something on his chest.

When are you planning to record this song?

"Will you be free tomorrow?"

Xu Qingya picked up her phone from the bedside table and checked her schedule.

"I have a magazine photoshoot this morning, which ends at 11 a.m. I'm free from the afternoon to the evening."

"Tomorrow at 2 PM, go to Tianyu's recording studio."

"Okay." Xu Qingya tilted her head. "I'll say hello to the sound engineer."

"No need for a sound engineer, I can do it myself."

Xu Qingya glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

Last time, he did all the work on "Red Bean" by himself behind the mixing console.