Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

[May be censored at any time, so watch and cherish it while you can]

Xu Qingya's villa is not far from Tianyu, about a fifteen-minute drive away.

She was driving that white Porsche Cayenne.

Jiang Fan was sitting in the passenger seat, his seatbelt not even fastened, when the car lurched forward.

Xu Qingya drives just like she sings—fast, accurate, and steady, but occasionally she'll floor the accelerator to make your heart race.

The red light turned green, the tachometer needle jumped up, and the feeling of being pushed back into the seat pressed Jiang Fan down.

Are you in a hurry to be reborn?

"If you think it's too fast, then get off and walk."

She arrived in eleven minutes from a fifteen-minute walk.

Xu Qingya parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine.

She turned to look at Jiang Fan.

"Today..." She tilted her head, the small diamond on her earlobe flashing in the dim garage light, "all the things you wanted before, you can have."

Jiang Fan looked at her.

Xu Qingya's expression was serious; she wasn't joking.

"Sure?"

Why ask so many questions?

She unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned towards the passenger seat, and hooked her fingers around the second button of Jiang Fan's shirt.

A short while later, the white Porsche began to rock rhythmically.

The voice-activated lights in the garage went off and on again, then went off again.

The passenger seat was reclined to its flattest position, and Xu Qingya straddled him, her skirt bunched up at her waist, her hands supporting her on his shoulders.

The car interior was cramped, and her back kept bumping against the roof, causing her to groan and bite her lip.

"Let's go somewhere else—"

-

When the two came out of the garage, Xu Qingya's ponytail had come undone, her hair was draped over her shoulders, and her cheeks were flushed.

She walked ahead to open the door, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.

As soon as he entered the living room, Jiang Fan reached behind him and pulled down the zipper on the back of his dress.

The white dress slid down her body and bunched up at her ankles.

Xu Qingya stepped out, turned to face him, and hooked her arm around his neck.

"You got off easy today—".

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Fan lifted her ankle with one hand, placed it on his shoulder, and pressed her against the partition in the entryway.

Xu Qingya gasped, thankfully she still had her dance skills.

"You—you pervert—"

One of her high heels was still hanging on her toes, swaying with her movements, before finally falling to the floor with a "thud".

Xu Qingya held his waist with both hands, her fingers digging into his back, her nails digging deep.

"Go in...go in—"

"Isn't it inside?"

"I meant the bedroom!"

-

The bedroom door was kicked open.

Xu Qingya was turned over, her face buried in the pillow, her waist held by Jiang Fan's hand, her whole body arched into an arc.

They wouldn't agree to any of the gestures they used to refuse, but today they didn't refuse a single one.

She bit the corner of the pillow, her voice escaping intermittently, each thrust causing her to move forward.

"Slow down...slow down—"

Jiang Fan didn't slow down.

Xu Qingya's fingers gripped the bed sheet, her knees slipped on the bed, but he pulled them back and pressed them down.

"You—ah—"

The words were shattered by the impact, and the latter half was swallowed back down his throat.

Later, she didn't even have the strength to curse anymore, only intermittent panting and the occasional muffled groan forced from deep in her throat.

-

The two rolled off the bed into the bathroom.

Xu Qingya braced herself against the marble countertop of the sink, her face reflected in the mirror—

Her eyes were red at the corners, her lips were marked with teeth marks from biting them, and half of her hair was wet and stuck to her neck.

Jiang Fan stood behind her, his hands pressing on her hip bones.

Their eyes met in the mirror.

Xu Qingya turned her face away, biting her lower lip, and tapped her fingertips on the table.

"Jiang Fan... that's enough..."

"Didn't you say anything was fine?"

"I take it back—um—"

The hand sanitizer bottle on the table was knocked over and rolled to the corner.

The faucet had been accidentally turned on, and water was gushing out, splashing onto the counter.

Xu Qingya pressed her forehead against her forearm, the mirror was fogged up, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Her voice was forced out through clenched teeth: "Jiang Fan...are you...going to tear me apart...?"

Her response was yet another acceleration.

Xu Qingya lay face down on the table, the cold touch of the marble contrasting sharply with the scorching heat behind her, creating a maddening effect.

Her toes were curled up, and she could barely stand on the slippery floor tiles.

"I can't... I really can't..."

Jiang Fan turned her over.

Xu Qingya's arm was draped around his neck, her whole body limp like a puddle of water, her head resting on his shoulder, panting heavily.

"...You're back again?"

"The last time."

-

When Xu Qingya finally got back to bed, she looked like she had been pulled out of the water.

She lay on Jiang Fan, not wanting to move a single finger, her breathing still not fully calm.

Her hair was disheveled, with a few strands clinging to Jiang Fan's chest.

"...I will never say 'anything is fine' again."

His voice was incredibly hoarse, completely different from the person who sang "As You Wish" in the recording studio just now.

Jiang Fan placed his hand on her lower back, his thumb rubbing it intermittently.

"Regret it?"

Xu Qingya looked up and glared at him.

Her eyes were still red, and her glare wasn't intimidating at all; it sounded more like she was being coquettish.

"I don't regret it." She buried her face again, her voice muffled. "But be careful next time, I have a gig tomorrow."

"What announcement?"

"Magazine shoot." Xu Qingya stretched her back. "Do you know how sore my back is right now?"

Jiang Fan chuckled.

"Shall I rub it for you?"

"I can't sleep at all if you put your hand on me."

Xu Qingya slapped his hand off her waist, turned over, lay on her back, and stared at the ceiling.

A few seconds later, she pulled his hand back herself and placed it on her stomach.

"...Alright, let's massage it. Be gentle."

Jiang Fan turned to the side, placed his palm on her lower abdomen, and slowly massaged it.

Xu Qingya closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

"The song 'As You Wish'..." she said without opening her eyes, "On the day of the concert, I'm going to sing it the best live performance everyone has ever heard in their lives."

"You will."

Xu Qingya hummed in agreement, pulled his hand to her lips, and kissed his knuckles.

Then she turned over, facing away from him, and pulled his arm around her waist.

"Going to sleep."

"it is good."

After about two minutes, her breathing became even and long.

Jiang Fan opened his eyes and looked at the outline of her back.

The lines of the shoulder blades are faintly visible along the edge of the blanket.

The system panel flashed briefly in the corner of my field of vision.

[Deep Compatibility x4, Lifespan +4000]

Current lifespan: 38800 points

[Remaining lifespan: 34 days and 12 hours]

Jiang Fan stared at the number, his mind racing.

The last image that flashed through my mind was Tang Yingxue's face on the panel of judges on "The Voice of China".

Compatibility: SS+

Jiang Fan turned over and pulled Xu Qingya closer to him.

Not urgent.

Let the bullets fly a little longer.