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

Fu Ciyan's voice rang out in the quiet living room. It wasn't loud, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering Lu Yao's carefully maintained facade of calm.

Her heart tightened, and she instinctively gripped the pillow in her arms, looking up at the kitchen doorway.

Fu Ciyan had taken off the cartoon apron and was still wearing the dark shirt he had worn when he came back, which made his broad shoulders and long legs look even more striking.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking somewhat relaxed, but his deep eyes were fixed on her, with no hint of jest in them.

He didn't come over immediately, nor did he continue speaking.

But that one word, and the seriousness in his eyes, said it all.

Lu Yao's heart skipped a beat when he looked at her, and her throat went dry.

She knew there was no longer any chance to escape.

Dinner was the last buffer time the man had given her.

"Hmm?" She tried to make her voice sound normal.

Fu Ciyan's gaze lingered for a moment on her slightly clenched fingers, then he strode towards her.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, yet each one resonated with her heartbeat.

He stopped in front of the sofa in front of her, leaned down slightly, and placed his hands on the back of the sofa on either side of her body, trapping her in a small space.

His cool, refreshing scent instantly enveloped her.

They were so close that Lu Yao could see his individual eyelashes and the undeniable undercurrent in the depths of his eyes.

"It's getting late," he said, his voice lower and hoarser than before. "Let's take a shower together."

Fu Ciyan's movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Before Lu Yao could even gasp in surprise, he had already firmly held her in his arms and led her towards the bathroom.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

My body was supported by his strong arms, and through the thin clothing, I could clearly feel the tension in his arm muscles and the heat emanating from his chest.

"Fu Ciyan..." she called his name subconsciously, her voice filled with barely concealed panic.

"Hmm," Fu Ciyan responded softly, without stopping.

He kicked open the bathroom door, carried her inside, and closed the door behind him.

With a soft click, the door lock closed, shutting out the outside world.

He placed her on the cold edge of the sink, then stood in front of her, his hands braced on either side of her, trapping her once again.

He looked down at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like thick ink that could not be dissolved.

"Afraid?" he asked, his voice sounding muffled and low in the enclosed space.

Lu Yao sat on the sink, at a height where she could barely make eye contact with him.

She looked into his eyes, where an undisguised desire surged.

She took a deep breath, the warm air in the bathroom carrying his fresh and pleasant scent, which cleared her muddled mind a little.

"It's not fear." She shook her head, her voice trembling slightly, but she tried to remain calm. "I'm just a little nervous."

Fu Ciyan's lips curved upwards slightly, a faint smile that was full of joy: "It's good that you're not afraid. You can leave the rest to me."

Fu Ciyan's words gave Lu Yao a strange sense of relief, and she nodded slightly.

Lu Yao sat on the edge of the cold sink, looking up at the man so close to her.

The fingers at his side curled up unconsciously, the nails gently scraping the smooth countertop.

Fu Ciyan keenly noticed this subtle movement.

He didn't act immediately, but simply reached out and gently stroked her cheeks, which were slightly flushed with nervousness, with his fingertips.

His fingertips were calloused and felt somewhat rough, but his movements were very gentle, as if he were soothing a frightened little animal.

Then, he moved.

It wasn't an eager plunder, but a slow and firm unbuttoning of her blouse.

The bathroom was lit only by a warm yellow ambient light; the light wasn't bright, but it was enough to outline everything.

The air gradually becomes warm and humid as the water heater preheats it.

As the last button was undone, Lu Yao's top was gently pulled down, exposing her shoulders and collarbone to the cool air, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Fu Ciyan paused in his movements.

He lowered his head, his warm lips replacing his fingers, and landed on her slightly trembling shoulder.

"Cold?" he asked vaguely, his breath brushing against her skin, sending a slight shiver down her spine.

"It's...it's alright." Lu Yao's voice was barely audible, with a noticeable tremor.

Fu Ciyan chuckled softly and reached out to hug her tightly...

*

The next day, when Lu Yao woke up, she felt as if her whole body had been disassembled and reassembled, and she was in great pain.

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

Fu Ciyan's sleeping face, so close to mine, looked much gentler than usual.

Lu Yao stared at him blankly, the chaotic memories of last night instantly returning, and her cheeks uncontrollably flushed.

She remembered his hot breath, his low, husky soothing words, his gentle yet irresistible possessiveness, and how he held her tightly in his arms at the end, whispering "mine" over and over in her ear...

My heart felt like it had been gently squeezed by something, both sore and tender.

She tried to move her body quietly, hoping to get up without waking him, but as soon as she moved slightly, the strong arm around her waist tightened immediately, pulling her closer into his embrace.

Fu Ciyan slowly opened his eyes, which were not sleepy but clear enough to make Lu Yao uneasy.

He looked at her face, flushed and close to his, his eyes deep and languid with a hint of contentment.

"Awake?" His voice was hoarse, as if he had just woken up, and deeper and more magnetic than usual.

"...Hmm." Lu Yao responded, her eyes darting away, avoiding his gaze. "Why didn't you go for your morning run today?"

Fu Ciyan seemed quite pleased with her shy demeanor, chuckling softly as his chest vibrated against her. He lowered his head and placed a good morning kiss on her forehead, the gesture as natural as if he had done it a thousand times before.

"Because the internet says that it's best not to let your partner see you when they wake up the first time, because it makes them feel insecure," he said, without loosening his arms. Instead, he adjusted his position so she could nestle more comfortably in his embrace. "I think that makes a lot of sense."

Lu Yao's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

She couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile, finding a comfortable spot in his arms: "I didn't expect you to search for these things too."

"I don't want you to have a bad experience," Fu Ciyan said matter-of-factly, his fingertips casually combing through her long hair that was scattered on the pillow.

This intimate gesture made Lu Yao's heart skip a beat.

She nestled in his arms, able to clearly feel the steady heartbeat from his chest, and her nostrils filled with his refreshing and pleasant scent.

The sunlight gradually brightened, and the indoor temperature began to rise.

Lu Yao shifted slightly, her body aching so softly as she hissed.

Fu Ciyan immediately noticed: "Does it hurt?"

"...It's okay, it's just a little sour," Lu Yao said softly, her cheeks getting even hotter.

Fu Ciyan remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly threw off the covers and got up.

Lu Yao subconsciously grabbed the corner of the blanket that had slipped down and looked at him in surprise.

He didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

Soon, he returned with a small jar of ointment.

Lu Yao recognized it as a fast-acting gel specially supplied by the Federal Army to relieve muscle strain and minor abrasions. It was extremely effective, but it was said to be very expensive and difficult for ordinary people to obtain.

"When did you prepare?" she asked curiously.

"A long time ago." Fu Ciyan glanced at her, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and gestured to her, "Turn over and lie face down."

Lu Yao was taken aback, then realized what he was going to do, and her face flushed red instantly: "N-no need, I'm fine..."

"Listen to me." Fu Ciyan's tone left no room for argument. "You can't apply it yourself."

Lu Yao looked at the ointment in his hand, then at his determined gaze, bit her lip, and finally slowly turned around, lay down on the bed, buried her face in the pillow, only revealing her bright red ear tips.

Behind me came the sound of a jar of ointment being unscrewed, and then a slightly cool gel with a herbal scent was applied to the sore areas of my lower back.

Fu Ciyan's fingertips were warm, and his pressure was just right as he gently massaged her sore muscles.

The ointment penetrates quickly, bringing a cool and soothing sensation and effectively relieving discomfort.

"And here?" He gently pressed his fingers on a spot on her lower back. "You seemed to react the most here yesterday."