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

Fu Ciyan was strapped to the headboard by a fluffy, light bracelet, and the red rope wrapped around his body was Lu Yao's "careful study" work, loose and limp, almost like children playing house.

However, they were simply cooperating and wanted to see what Lu Yao was really up to.

Fu Ciyan pretended that he was completely 'bound', but in reality, he could destroy these things without even having to exert any effort.

Lu Yao, unaware of Fu Ciyan's thoughts, was genuinely quite satisfied with her work, finding it worth the time she had spent.

This 'finished product' looks pretty good.

Just as she was admiring it, Fu Ciyan finally couldn't help but speak up and remind her, "Can we start now? I've been cooperating with you for over two hours."

Lu Yao's expression stiffened: "Don't rush me. This isn't my first time, so I'm not very skilled. Okay, okay, let's start now. Just wait."

Hmph, just wait and see how I make you cry!

Lu Yao secretly climbed into bed, determined to prove herself.

But the truth is, ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh. When it came to actually doing it, she overestimated her sense of shame. She couldn't cross the line to achieve anything.

Moreover, because of her dawdling, Fu Ciyan was practically driven crazy by her.

Finally unable to resist, the bracelet broke, and he pounced on Lu Yao, startling her so much that she gasped. It was true, they were just a hair's breadth away from being in direct contact.

The sudden turn of events startled both Lu Yao and Fu Ciyan.

Fu Ciyan leaned on top of Lu Yao, his arm muscles bulging, his chest heaving violently, and fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. His deep eyes were full of restraint.

Lu Yao lay on her back, her pupils dilated, her heart pounding.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a while before Fu Ciyan finally made a move.

"Was this your original 'plan'?" Fu Ciyan's voice was hoarse, but it couldn't hide his mockery.

Lu Yao was unwilling to admit her defeat. Her face flushed, she turned her head away from him. This had already gone beyond the rules they had initially agreed on. It was too unfair. But Fu Ciyan clearly did not intend to go any further, nor did he intend to stop there.

Lu Yao did not refuse because she really had no better solution for achieving the system's "good" rating. If this could help them achieve "good" rating, then it was something she had no other choice.

Another thing I'm reluctant to admit is that it was quite comfortable.

Lu Yao's cooperation largely pleased Fu Ciyan.

"Lu Yao," Fu Ciyan called her in a hoarse voice, this time with a hint of coaxing, his forehead pressed against hers, "Look at me."

Lu Yao's eyelashes trembled violently, and her eyes were wet, like gems covered with a layer of moisture.

She was forced to turn her face back, meeting his eyes, which were so close yet exceptionally bright.

"How are you feeling?" he asked rudely.

Lu Yao gasped sharply, her body jerking as if electrocuted.

"Fu, resign from the banquet!" she cried out his name in a broken voice, accusing him with shame and anger, "You bastard..."

"Yeah, I'm a bastard." He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating so loudly it made her palms go numb. "Who told you to mess with me first?"

His gaze swept over her rosy cheeks and slightly parted lips, his Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

This time it took even longer than before.

When it was over, Lu Yao felt that she hadn't done anything, but she was still so tired that she didn't want to move a finger.

Fortunately, Fu Ciyan still had some conscience and didn't forget to carry her to the bathroom to wash her clean.

It's incredibly inappropriate to tell her, "Your method worked, and this time our evaluation result is good. We can continue doing this in the future."

Lu Yao met the man's dark eyes, which were filled with excitement, and felt that this guy was completely different from the reserved, calm, and always wary of someone taking advantage of him at the beginning.

She nestled against him, gently pushing him away in protest, and muttered, "Liar."

Fu Ciyan chuckled softly upon hearing her accusation: "Heh, you seem to enjoy it too."

*

The next day, when Lu Yao woke up, she immediately saw the completely broken bracelet and red string that Fu Ciyan had specially placed on the bedside table.

It's practically like publicly displaying evidence of her crimes!

Lu Yao threw the broken thing into the trash can, realizing how far she had been thinking that it could trap a man like Fu Ciyan!

Fu Ciyan, that bastard, he's just playing her on purpose!

Just then, Fu Ciyan pushed the door open and was about to speak when a pillow was thrown at his face.

He instinctively reached out and took it, feigning ignorance, "Who upset you so early in the morning?"

Lu Yao glared at him, then threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Fu Ciyan put the pillow back on the bed and folded the quilt neatly. "Breakfast is ready. I've prepared lunch and put it in the refrigerator. You can take it out and warm it up when you eat lunch. If there's anything you want for dinner, feel free to message me anytime. I'll go back to the market tonight and can bring it back for you on my way."

Listening to him say these things, Lu Yao didn't know why, but she had a feeling that she was really living with him.

The slight embarrassment and annoyance she felt dispelled, and she glanced at him: "I know, why have you become so long-winded?"

Fu Ciyan chuckled lightly: "Who am I doing all this for? Don't be so heartless."

Lu Yao blushed and went straight into the bathroom without responding.

When she came out again, Fu Ciyan had already changed his clothes and was standing in the entrance hall, adjusting his cuffs. He was wearing a dark military uniform, which made his shoulders look broad and his waist narrow. His face was cold and stern, and he exuded a strong sense of abstinence. He was completely different from the man who had whispered seductive words in her ear last night, and who had even been somewhat wicked.

But when he looked at her, a strange, domineering aura emanated from his eyes, making one's heart tremble.

"I'm leaving." Fu Ciyan said, but didn't move, seemingly waiting for Lu Yao's response.

Looking into Fu Ciyan's expectant dark eyes, she inexplicably felt as if she were really his wife, seeing her husband off to work.

This made her panic, so she could only wave her hand casually and say, "Okay, be careful on the road."

Fu Ciyan looked at her, who was clearly a little uncomfortable but was trying to appear calm, and smiled slightly. He didn't say anything more, opened the door and walked out.

The door closed, leaving Lu Yao alone in the apartment. She stood in front of the door for a while before walking to the dining table, where a simple breakfast was laid out: fried eggs, toast, a glass of warm milk, and a small dish of cut fruit, all of which were her favorites.

I don't know when, but Fu Ciyan has become so familiar with her preferences.

She sat down, picked up her fork, and poked the edge of the golden-brown, slightly charred fried egg, suppressing the complex emotions in her heart.

What the hell, you mind-bending bastard!

Lu Yao bit into her bread, chewing it fiercely, as if she were treating it as if it were someone else.