Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Jiang Fan crouched down and pulled the black lace nightgown out from the gap between the sofa and the coffee table.

I pinched the shoulder strap with two fingers, lifted it up and shook it; it was so light it felt like nothing at all.

He carried it into the bedroom.

Xu Qingya was wrapped in a blanket, only sticking out one hand.

She pulled off his nightgown and stuffed it into the blankets.

"Go cook."

There wasn't even a thank you.

Jiang Fan didn't say anything and turned to go to the kitchen.

When I opened the refrigerator door, I found that it was much more stocked than when I last visited.

The vegetables were neatly arranged and categorized, and the food containers were labeled with Xu Qingya's handwriting.

There were a few pieces of Australian Wagyu beef in the freezer compartment, vacuum-packed, and they looked like they had only been there a few days.

Jiang Fan took out two steaks and placed them on the table to thaw naturally.

While I was at it, I chopped some asparagus and blanched it in boiling water.

Heat the cast iron pot until it smokes, then add butter.

The moment the steak hit the pan, it sizzled and oil splattered everywhere.

The range hood was whirring, and the whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of sizzling meat in butter.

Xu Qingya had changed her clothes at some point and was leaning against the kitchen doorway, her hair still a little messy.

Medium-rare.

"Know."

Jiang Fan flipped the steak over, pressed the surface of the steak with a spatula to check its elasticity, and then turned off the heat.

Let it simmer for another twenty seconds in the residual heat, then the steak is ready.

Jiang Fan prepared a simple sauce and poured it over the dish, along with a few asparagus spears on the side.

Two plates were brought to the table.

Xu Qingya sat down, picked up a knife and fork, cut off a piece, and put it in her mouth.

After chewing a couple of times, my shoulders relaxed.

"When did you learn to cook like this?"

"I lived alone for several years before, and that's how I got this feeling of hunger."

That's not a lie.

For at least ten of those thirty-five years in my previous life, I was dealing with everything alone.

Xu Qingya did not ask any further questions.

She didn't know much about Jiang Fan's past, and when she asked him several times, he always gave her this dismissive answer.

The two of them ate a meal quietly.

Steak with asparagus is simple, but tastes pretty good.

After dinner, Xu Qingya collapsed onto the sofa and started scrolling through her phone.

Jiang Fan collected the dishes, washed them, and wiped the stove.

Xu Qingya turned over and lay on her back, holding her phone with both hands and opening Penguin Music.

The page for "Blue and White Porcelain" is currently displayed in the splash screen recommendation section.

The number of views is still jumping up.

The comment section has already received over a million comments.

She tapped on the comments and scrolled down with her thumb, occasionally finding a funny comment that would make her lips curl into a smile.

The top comment reads: "To hear a song like this in my lifetime, I could die happy."

Article 2: "Jiang Fan is a man whose throat has been kissed by God."

Article 3—

"Jiang Fan, my husband!!!"

More than 800 replies followed, all saying the same thing: "Queue up," "Add one," and "Sister, wake up, he's mine."

Xu Qingya's thumb remained on the screen, motionless.

She stared at the word "husband" for three seconds.

In that brief moment, my hand slipped.

The phone fell straight down from a height of 20 centimeters, hitting the bridge of the nose precisely.

"Um--!"

A muffled groan came from the living room.

Jiang Fan wiped his hands as he walked out of the kitchen.

Xu Qingya covered her nose with both hands, curled up on the sofa, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Empress Xu, are you self-harming?"

"Get out." The voice squeezed out from between his fingers, muffled and strained.

Jiang Fan walked over and sat down next to her.

He reached out and removed her hand, then looked down at her.

There was a small red mark on the bridge of his nose, but the skin wasn't broken.

"Serves you right. Lying down playing on your phone will eventually lead to it hitting your face."

Xu Qingya rolled her eyes at him and tossed her phone onto the coffee table in an annoyed manner.

She rubbed her nose a couple of times, and after half a minute, the pain subsided.

Xu Qingya shifted her position, rested her head on Jiang Fan's lap, and picked up her phone again.

This time I learned my lesson and brushed it sideways.

Jiang Fan glanced down at her.

His hair was loose on his legs, with a few strands hanging down to his knees.

The scent of the shampoo mixed with her faint milky fragrance smelled wonderful.

He picked up the remote control from the coffee table and randomly turned on a channel.

The two of them just lay there, one scrolling through his phone, the other leaning back watching TV.

The only sounds in the living room were the television and the occasional soft clatter of a phone screen turning pages.

Time passed both slowly and quickly.

—10 PM.

Xu Qingya propped herself up on the sofa and sat up, yawning.

As he passed by Jiang Fan, he raised his hand and tapped him on the head.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

After saying that, she walked into the bathroom in her slippers.

Jiang Fan touched the spot where he had been knocked.

baffling.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of water began to run.

Jiang Fan leaned back on the sofa and stared blankly at the TV screen for a while.

Why did you knock me on the head?

He pondered for about ten seconds.

Did she also watch Journey to the West?

But it doesn't exist in this world!

Jiang Fan stood up from the sofa and walked to the bathroom door.

Place your hand on the doorknob and turn it gently.

opened.

The door wasn't locked.

Jiang Fan pushed open the door.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the shower water splashed against the glass partition.

Xu Qingya was standing in the shower stall when she heard the door open and turned around.

Her long, wet hair clung to her shoulders and back, water droplets trickling down her collarbone.

"Ah—what are you doing in here!"

The voice was raised very high, and the hands were covered in front of the chest.

Jiang Fan leaned against the door frame, watching her.

"Didn't you call me?"

"When did I call you?!"

"You're banging on my head, and the door's unlocked. What are you calling me for?"

Xu Qingya opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat.

Water continued to fall from the showerhead, hitting her shoulders and splashing out fine droplets.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

She turned her face away.

"...Are you going out or not?"

"you guess."

Jiang Fan closed the door with one hand.

He lifted the T-shirt from the hem, took it off, and threw it on the sink.

Hearing the noise, Xu Qingya turned around.

The steam blurred her vision, but she could clearly see the outline of Jiang Fan walking into the shower stall.

The hot water from the showerhead was poured over both of them at the same time.

Xu Qingya took a step back, her back pressed against the tiled wall.

The icy touch made her shiver.

Jiang Fan braced himself against the wall above her head with one hand and looked down.

Water dripped down his chin and landed on her shoulder.

Xu Qingya looked up at him, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes, and she blinked.

"You're a scoundrel."

"Your door isn't locked."

"I forgot."

"You even hit me on the head."

"I had a bad habit of touching things."

Jiang Fan put his other arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.

Scalding water was poured down from above, and the two people's skin was pressed together, separated by a thin film of water.

The water flow from the showerhead was half blocked, while the other half hit the glass partition, the rushing water drowning out all other sounds in the bathroom.

A thick layer of fog condensed on the glass.

Xu Qingya's palm was imprinted on it, slowly sliding down two inches.

-

I don't know how much time has passed.

Two people, wrapped in bathrobes, came out of the bathroom.

Xu Qingya's hair was wet, with water droplets running down the ends and leaving a water stain on the collar of her bathrobe.

Her walking posture was different from usual, but no one would mention it.

Jiang Fan walked behind and casually took a hair dryer from the cabinet.

"come over."

Xu Qingya sat on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Fan plugged in the power, gathered her hair with one hand, and slowly dried it with the other.

She kept her head down, her fingers twisting the belt of her bathrobe.

The sound of a hairdryer filled the bedroom.

Jiang Fan ran his fingers through her long hair, slowly untangling the knots.

The movements weren't gentle, but they were very patient.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um?"

Have you thought about the future?

Jiang Fan didn't stop.

"What do you mean, 'after'?"

"It's...from now on."

This is a very big problem.

Xu Qingya herself felt that what she said was incoherent.

"I've thought about it," Jiang Fan said.

"What are you thinking about?"

"To live."

Xu Qingya turned to look at him.

Jiang Fan turned her head back and continued blowing.

"Your hair isn't dry yet. Don't move."

Xu Qingya didn't ask any more questions.

But she could tell that it wasn't just something said offhand.

My hair is dry.

Jiang Fan turned off the hair dryer, wound up the cord, and placed it on the bedside table.

Xu Qingya stretched her neck, then flopped onto the bed, sprawling out in a starfish shape.

"I'm exhausted."

"Who told you—"

"Shut up."

Jiang Fan wisely swallowed the second half of his sentence.

He walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down.

Xu Qingya turned over and faced him.

My eyes were half-open, and I was getting sleepy.

"Give me your hand."

She moved closer to Jiang Fan and rested her head on his shoulder.

My breathing became slower and shallower.

Jiang Fan turned his head and glanced at her.

The diva is asleep.

He reached for the light switch by the bedside, and with a snap, the light went out.

In the darkness, the system panel lit up briefly.

Current lifespan: 23300 points

[Remaining lifespan: 43 days and 12 hours]