The only SSSS-level fertility constitution in the entire interstellar space

After taking a shower, Lu Yao came out of the bathroom wearing a black slip dress and sat on the sofa, unpacking the package she had just brought in.

Fu Ciyan was cooking in the kitchen wearing only pajama bottoms, his upper body bare, and an apron.

Soon, the aroma of food wafted out, somewhat like a hot pot with a tomato broth base.

Lu Yao opened the package and took out a pair of fluffy "handcuffs." Rather than handcuffs, they were more like a pair of pink and white wristbands with soft, long fur, connected by a thin silver chain with a small bell hanging from it. When shaken gently, the bell made a crisp "ding-a-ling" sound.

The workmanship is surprisingly exquisite, and the feel is excellent. It doesn't feel like a cheap sex toy at all; it's more like a uniquely designed accessory.

Lu Yao held it, a sly smile involuntarily curving her lips.

Fu Ciyan, who was carrying dishes out of the kitchen, immediately noticed what she was holding.

He paused slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the pink and white plush object, then looked at Lu Yao, raising an eyebrow slightly: "...This?"

His tone was flippant, clearly indicating that he didn't take this thing seriously.

"Yes, this is it." Lu Yao shook the "handcuffs" in her hand, and the bells made a series of soft sounds. "How about it? Cute, right? You'll see how powerful it is in a moment."

As she said this, she reached into the box, took out a red rope, and glanced at Fu Ciyan.

With ill intentions.

Fu Ciyan raised an eyebrow: "Is this the method you came up with that can achieve a good standard?"

"We'll find out soon enough by trying it. What did you make? It smells so good!" Lu Yao tossed the things in her hand onto the sofa and walked barefoot to the table.

The tomato broth was already bubbling in the pot, its aroma filling the air and whetting one's appetite.

Lu Yao couldn't help but sigh, Fu Ciyan's cooking skills are really too good. If he opened a shop, the business would definitely be booming.

Fu Ciyan lifted the lid off the pot and set it aside, not letting Lu Yao reach out, but instead adding the dishes to the pot himself.

Lu Yao sat opposite him, resting her chin on her hand, watching his movements with bright eyes.

The warm yellow light fell on his well-defined face, and combined with his current attire, Lu Yao truly looked like a feast for the eyes.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, her appetite had noticeably improved since she got together with Fu Ciyan.

Sometimes she even wondered if, after three or four months, Fu Ciyan ended their matchmaking relationship, she would never be able to eat his cooking again.

Thinking this, Lu Yao couldn't help but ask, "Fu Ciyan, if we break up in the future, could you come and cook me a meal every month?"

Fu Ciyan snorted coldly: "You wish! You think I'd serve you after we broke up?"

"Hey, we were matched up at least once. Even if there's no love, there's still friendship, right? Besides, I'm not picky. I'll eat whatever you cook!"

"No!" Fu Ciyan refused decisively.

"Not even a sliver of room for maneuver?"

"No!"

Lu Yao pouted and muttered, "I wonder if the next match will be able to cook."

Fu Ciyan frowned: "I'm not dead yet, and you're already thinking about the next one?"

"What can I do? You never cook for me, so can't I even think about it? It's all your fault! Who told you to spoil my appetite and then never satisfy me!"

Lu Yao wouldn't engage in internal strife; after all, the fault lay with Fu Ciyan, not her.

"Alright, you can eat now." Fu Ciyan said, putting beef into Lu Yao's bowl and ladling out a spoonful of soup.

Lu Yao squinted her eyes in satisfaction, dipped her finger in the sauce, and put it in her mouth.

The beef was tender, and the broth had a perfect balance of sweet and sour. She ate intently, her cheeks slightly puffed out, like a little animal storing up food.

Fu Ciyan looked at her and suddenly asked, "If the matching ends, will you immediately apply for the next one?"

Lu Yao paused in her chewing motion.

She looked up and found that Fu Ciyan wasn't looking at her, but was focused on cooking the next piece of meat, as if it were just a casual question.

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it. Anyway, even if I don't take the initiative, I'll be forced into a match next year." She scooped up a spoonful of soup, her voice calm. "Why are you suddenly concerned about this? You can't bear to part with me and want to be permanently tied to me?"

Fu Ciyan's hand, which was holding the meat, paused in mid-air, and the broth dripped back into the pot, making a soft "sizzling" sound.

He looked up at Lu Yao, the light dancing in his dark pupils, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

"Don't worry about me, it won't lead anywhere." He said this, casually placing the blanched beef into Lu Yao's bowl, his movements as natural as if he had done it a thousand times before.

"Who's eyeing you?" She picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in plenty of sauce, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed vigorously, as if challenging someone. "Isn't Young Master Fu a little too narcissistic? I'm eyeing the food, the food, okay!"

Fu Ciyan didn't reply, but simply added a few more pieces of green vegetables to the pot.

The rising steam blurred his expressionless face.

Silence, like an invisible vine, quietly grows amidst the warm yellow light and the aroma of food, entwining the people at both ends of the table.

Only the hot pot broth continued to boil monotonously.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Fu Ciyan very conscientiously washed the dishes in the kitchen, cleaning all the used tableware and putting them back in their original places.

Lu Yao sat on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him, feeling that no matter how many times she saw this scene, she would always find it unbelievable.

She had little contact with him and didn't know much about him, so she didn't know if these qualities of Fu Ciyan were traits possessed by all men in the Federation, or habits unique to Fu Ciyan.

In short, this man is a capable fighter in the outside world and a charming gentleman at home; an unexpectedly good husband.

Except for his mouth, everything else is top-notch.

Even though she was being insincere, she had to admit it. Sigh, she was starting to feel a little melancholy about what would happen in three months. It really was!

It's estimated that after they separate, she will experience withdrawal symptoms for a period of time because she won't be able to eat Fu Ciyan's cooking.

Can't you just come and cook her a meal every month?

Men are so stingy!

As Lu Yao was inwardly complaining, Fu Ciyan had already finished cleaning up the kitchen and came out.

He took off his apron and casually draped it over the back of the chair, revealing his muscular upper body. Water droplets splashed on it slid down the grooves of his muscles and disappeared into the edge of his pajama bottoms.

Lu Yao's gaze unconsciously followed the water droplet for a short distance before she suddenly snapped out of it, hurriedly averting her eyes, her face flushed.

Fu Ciyan seemed oblivious to her subtle movements, walking straight to the sofa and his gaze falling on the forgotten pink and white bracelet and red string.

"Are we still going to try it out?" He picked up the bracelet, his fingertips stroking the soft, long-haired fur, his tone unreadable. "Or is it that Planner Lu is all talk and no action, and has chickened out?"

"Who's a coward!" Lu Yao immediately bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. To cover her guilt, she raised her voice a few decibels, "I was waiting for you to digest your food, okay! Vigorous exercise right after eating is bad for your health. Don't you know anything about health?"

Fu Ciyan's lips seemed to curve slightly before quickly straightening. His gaze swept over her slender ankles and bare collarbones, finally settling on her feigned composure: "Alright, then let's rest for half an hour."