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

Back home, Lu Yao plopped down on the sofa, feeling more tired than if she had worked all night. She then saw Fu Ciyan casually take off his coat and toss it aside.

He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, glanced back at her, and said, "Let's wash together, it'll save time."

Lu Yao froze: "Fu Ciyan, I didn't agree. You...you're not allowed to go all the way!"

Fu Ciyan took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles, and looked at her mockingly: "Didn't I just beg you?"

This was clearly a sarcastic remark directed at her.

Lu Yao cursed the scoundrel in her heart, "You'll regret this one day."

He had no choice but to back down first: "I was just saying, why did you take it seriously?"

"Hmm, I'm a pretty serious person." Fu Ciyan walked over, reached out and picked her up. "But you can beg me, and maybe I'll agree."

"Fu Ciyan!" Lu Yao exclaimed angrily, "...You're such a bastard!"

"Hmm, thank you for the compliment." Fu Ciyan kicked open the bathroom door, carrying her inside, and then slammed it shut, cutting off all ambiguous glances and sounds.

*

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, thin patches of light on the wooden floor.

Lu Yao had her eyes closed, but her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

She could clearly feel the mattress beside her vibrating; Fu Ciyan had gotten up.

His movements were actually very light, almost silent, but his presence was so strong that she couldn't ignore it.

She closed her eyes tightly, pretending that she was still asleep and didn't want to face everything that would happen after she woke up.

The image of her "begging for mercy" in the bathroom last night was still vividly replaying in my mind.

If I just think about it, I can figure out two large single-level apartments.

So much so that Lu Yao couldn't help but curse Fu Ciyan in her heart as a bastard, a beast in human clothing, and a degenerate scoundrel!

She mentally listed the crimes with gritted teeth, as if this could soothe the panic in her heart.

The footsteps stopped beside the bed.

Lu Yao's breath hitched, her body tensed instinctively, and her feigned sleeping posture became somewhat stiff.

She felt a gaze fall on her face, and then she heard a soft chuckle.

Because it was so light, Lu Yao couldn't tell if it was just her imagination.

Then Fu Ciyan turned and went to the bathroom. Soon after, the sound of washing up could be heard. She gradually relaxed her body, buried herself in the quilt, and decided to just be a coward!

Although she didn't finish yesterday, she felt that Fu Ciyan probably wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

This guy is clearly prepared to tear up the agreement himself.

What should I do? Should I really take this fake relationship for real?

Actually, she wasn't really against it. It was just that she felt a little awkward. She always felt that she should go along with him and that he should be able to do whatever he wanted.

But in reality, if it's truly comfortable, she probably won't refuse.

There's nothing we can do about it; she's a complete hedonist after all.

Lost in thought about all these random things, Lu Yao fell asleep again. When she woke up, Fu Ciyan had already run back and prepared breakfast.

Looking at the hearty breakfast that had been restored, Lu Yao was moved.

Sure enough, the treatment she received was different depending on whether Fu Ciyan was at home or not.

"What are you doing? Are you going to cry over your breakfast?" Fu Ciyan's annoying voice rang out, instantly shattering the little bit of happiness she was feeling. She glared at him, "I'm not crying, I just..."

"It's because I'm making you eat my food again, I know you're touched." Fu Ciyan didn't let her finish speaking and finished her sentence for her.

"That's all the good things about you in my heart, don't ruin it." Lu Yao took a bite of the sunny-side-up egg, sprinkled a little sugar on it, and the runny yolk of the egg instantly became even more delicious.

She couldn't help but stomp her feet under the table.

Because of the delicious breakfast, she decided to forgive Fu Ciyan for one minute, no more than that, lest he become arrogant.

Fu Ciyan chuckled lightly: "Do you have work today?"

Lu Yao glanced at the time: "I have to go to Xingwen Entertainment this afternoon. The female lead is in training recently, so I have to go with her."

Fu Ciyan nodded: "Then I'll go with you later."

Lu Yao was taken aback: "You're coming with me? Don't you have to go to work today?"

"I get three days off every time I come back from a mission," Fu Ciyan said, glancing at Lu Yao. "You don't want me to come with you?"

"No, but if you come along, I probably won't have time to keep you company. You'll have to stay by yourself."

"It's okay, don't worry about me."

Seeing that he had said that, Lu Yao naturally wouldn't say anything. If he wanted to follow, then he could. Fu Ciyan was such a grown man; he didn't need her to carry him.

However, Lu Yao was still somewhat surprised that Fu Ciyan seemed to be very clingy to her.

As soon as the thought popped into Lu Yao's head, she felt it was a bit absurd.

Perhaps she's overthinking it.

"I'm done eating." Lu Yao put down her knife and fork, deciding to stop dwelling on this unsolvable problem. "I'm going to change my clothes, you..."

"I'll clean up." Fu Ciyan readily agreed, standing up to begin clearing the dishes with practiced ease. "Leaving in fifteen minutes?"

"Okay," Lu Yao replied, and quickly walked towards the bedroom.

When she came out after changing into a simple and neat beige suit, Fu Ciyan had also finished getting ready, changing into a well-tailored dark casual suit, which made him look less stern than in his military uniform and more dignified.

He was standing in the entryway, looking down at the terminal. Hearing the sound, he looked up at her and his gaze lingered on her for two seconds.

"Let's go." His tone was calm, but Lu Yao inexplicably felt that there seemed to be a hint of a smile in his eyes just now.

The two went out together, and the elevator went down.

They stopped on a middle floor, and their beautiful neighbor walked in, saw them, and immediately smiled: "Wow, we meet again! It feels like we have a special connection with you two!"

My beautiful neighbor had clearly just come back from the gym, wearing a tight-fitting sports vest and yoga pants, revealing her healthy tan and beautiful figure.

She was holding a sports drink in her hand, her face flushed from exercise and her excitement undisguised.

Lu Yao felt her ears burn when she heard Fu Ciyan call her "husband and wife," and instinctively wanted to explain, but her hand was held by Fu Ciyan.

He even gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingers in a soothing manner.

The beautiful neighbor noticed their subtle interaction, smiled knowingly, and leaned close to Lu Yao, saying, "You chose a good match. I thought he was strict yesterday, but I didn't expect him to take you to a nightclub and even pick out eight male models for you. Teach me how to train them sometime. I want to pick someone like that next time."

The beautiful neighbor's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet elevator, carrying an undisguised envy and thirst for knowledge.

Lu Yao felt her face suddenly burn. She subconsciously looked at Fu Ciyan, her eyes filled with "Look what you've done" and a cry for help.

Fu Ciyan held her hand and played with it, but his face remained expressionless, as if he hadn't seen Lu Yao's gaze. He stood quietly to the side, seemingly unconcerned.

"..." Lu Yao really wanted to kick this bastard. Pretending to be dead at a time like this was definitely intentional!

The beautiful neighbor was still waiting for her "training secrets," looking at her with bright, expectant eyes.

Lu Yao was caught in a dilemma, her cheeks burning, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a solution that was both plausible and not too outrageous.

"Actually, there's nothing special about it," she said, forcing herself to sound calm and casual, even with a hint of helplessness. "He was dumped before, so he's learned his lesson and knows that jealous men don't have good fortune."