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

"Fu Ciyan," Lu Yao's voice trembled slightly as she spoke again, "have you forgotten how you warned me in the first place?"

Fu Ciyan looked at her feigned composure, her panicked dark eyes clearly reflecting his own image.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he tightened his grip on her waist, as if afraid she would break free at any moment.

"I haven't forgotten." His voice was low and hoarse. "I can only say that I was very ignorant back then, which is why I said those things."

"So you're planning to break the contract?" Lu Yao pressed, her heart pounding wildly.

"It should have been destroyed long ago." Fu Ciyan made no attempt to hide his true thoughts. "It should have been destroyed the moment I started to have desire for you."

Lu Yao's dark eyes trembled slightly. She hadn't expected Fu Ciyan to be so direct, and she felt that he was no longer going to hide it: "You, you mean, you haven't fallen in love with me, have you?"

She asked tentatively, her palms slightly sweaty.

But this time, Fu Ciyan simply looked down at him, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "I don't know what love is, but I know very well what I'm doing, Lu Yao. Right now, I just want you to belong to me completely."

He didn't know if this counted as love. He only knew that if he let things continue like this, maintaining the current level of the relationship, and then breaking up in 3 to 4 months, he would be very unwilling.

He wanted to take things further with Lu Yao, even to have a child, to completely forge an intricate relationship with her, so that even if they separated in the future, Lu Yao would be unable to get rid of him because of the bond of blood.

This is what he wants now, he really wants it.

Lu Yao's heart pounded: "When did you start having these thoughts?"

Could it be that a casual joke she made today opened the door to his world? If so, then she has truly shot herself in the foot.

"I've had this idea for a long time, but I only figured it out today what I want." Fu Ciyan seemed very happy as he said this, and he smiled, looking exceptionally handsome.

Damn it, why does this guy have to seduce people?

Lu Yao looked away from him, afraid of being seduced.

However, the man was displeased with her actions. He reached out and turned her face towards him. Their eyes met, and Fu Ciyan asked, "So what was your answer? You said thank you. Was it really just empty words?"

"I didn't expect you to make such a request."

"What's wrong with this request? If we hadn't made that agreement, we would have done it the first time." Fu Ciyan pinched her cheek, forcing her to look at him, giving her no chance to escape. "Our bodies are very compatible. If you have any complaints, tell me, and I can change it."

"I didn't..."

"Okay, since there's nothing to complain about, let's try it when we get home, or do you want to stay here for now?" Fu Ciyan didn't let Lu Yao finish speaking, smiling as he made the decision for her and gave her another option.

Then he looked at her expectantly.

Lu Yao felt a tightness in her heart under his burning gaze, and finally relented, saying, "Let's go home."

Although this place is nice, the unfamiliar environment makes her feel very insecure.

"Okay, let's go home." Fu Ciyan was very satisfied with her choice, and the smile in his eyes deepened, but there was also a hint of undisguised eagerness.

He didn't loosen his grip on her hands. Instead, he leaned forward slightly and lightly pecked her lips again, as if to confirm: "You promised, don't lie to me."

Immediately, he straightened up nimbly, grabbed his coat draped over the back of the chair, and kept his other hand firmly holding Lu Yao's, as if afraid that if he let go, she would change her mind and disappear.

"Let's go." He took her hand and strode towards the door.

Lu Yao was being led by him, and she almost had to jog to keep up with his pace.

My heart was still pounding erratically, my palms were burning from his grip, and my mind was a jumble of emotions—a mixture of apprehension about what might happen next and a secret, unacknowledged anticipation.

However, upon returning home, Fu Ciyan went to the kitchen on his own initiative.

Lu Yao stood in the entryway, watching him roll up his sleeves under the warm yellow light, take out ingredients from the refrigerator, and begin preparing dinner with practiced ease. For a moment, she felt a little dazed.

Fu Ciyan seemed to notice her gaze and turned to look at her: "Rest for a bit, dinner will be ready soon."

Lu Yao said "Oh" and walked towards the bedroom. While changing her clothes, she couldn't help but think that if they really had a child, given Fu Ciyan's "husband" attributes, he would most likely be a very good father.

This realization made Lu Yao's tense nerves relax for a moment, and then her cheeks inexplicably became hot again.

She shook her head, feeling that she had also been influenced by Fu Ciyan, and how could she have suddenly started thinking about 'having a baby'?

First of all, the prerequisite for Fu Ciyan to become a father and her to become a mother is that they can actually have a child!

After changing my clothes and coming out of the bedroom, Fu Ciyan was already cooking.

The aroma of food filled the small apartment, giving this little home a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Lu Yao leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching Fu Ciyan's tall figure busy at the stove.

His movements were fluid and efficient, and the warm yellow light softened his hard features, making even his profile appear less aggressive.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Ciyan didn't even turn his head, his voice was indifferent, but his hands didn't stop stirring the food.

Lu Yao was caught red-handed, her ears burning slightly, but she didn't look away.

"Watching you cook," she replied guiltily. "What else could I be watching?"

Fu Ciyan curled his lips slightly: "I thought you were looking at me."

Plate the last dish and turn off the heat.

He turned around, still wearing the cartoon apron that was a supermarket freebie around his waist, creating a subtle contrast with his usual aloof demeanor, yet inexplicably touching a soft spot in Lu Yao's heart.

He dried his hands, walked over, and stopped in front of her.

They were very close, and she could clearly smell the faint smell of cooking oil on him, mixed with his own clean and refreshing scent, creating a comforting, homey aroma.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, his gaze lingering on her face with tenderness.

"Okay." Lu Yao nodded honestly. "Go change your clothes, I'll take them."

"No need, please sit down." Fu Ciyan reached out and pulled her to a chair, then turned and went back into the kitchen.

Lu Yao couldn't help but think that he always seemed to be like this, the kitchen was like some kind of abyss to her, and he rarely let her step into it.

He has been personally involved in everything related to the kitchen since the first day he entered the house.

The food was quickly set out, and the two sat facing each other.

The atmosphere at dinner made Lu Yao feel relaxed. Fu Ciyan's cooking skills were still excellent, and Lu Yao ate to her heart's content. Fu Ciyan did not bring up the topic of the villa at all. He occasionally put some food on her plate and told her that the hovercar would be delivered tomorrow.

"So fast?" Lu Yao was a little surprised; she thought it would take at least a week.

"I'll expedite it." Fu Ciyan said calmly, as if it were nothing more than a trivial matter. "It should arrive by tomorrow afternoon. You can give it a try then."

Lu Yao nodded, feeling a little excited that the hovercar had arrived home.

After the meal, Fu Ciyan cleared away the dishes.

Lu Yao sat on the sofa, feeling slightly uneasy. She subconsciously glanced at the time, just as she was trying to find something to do.

Fu Ciyan, having cleaned the kitchen thoroughly, came out and stood at the kitchen doorway: "Lu Yao."