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Fu Ciyan's expression froze instantly.

The air in the living room seemed to have been sucked out at that moment, leaving only the eerie blue light emitted by the holographic projection screen and an unsettling silence.

Lu Yao's eyes widened involuntarily as she watched as a thin layer of red appeared on the man's pale skin, spreading rapidly from his ears to his neck. Even his usually sharp and deep black eyes momentarily lost focus and showed disbelief.

His fingers, which were resting on his knees, suddenly clenched, his knuckles turning white.

"What are you saying?" He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice extremely low, each syllable sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

It's as if this topic has tarnished his innocence.

Lu Yao mentally screamed, "Where did this virgin young man come from? How can he be more reserved than me, an outsider? Is this appropriate?"

He maintained a calm demeanor, however: "I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to complete the mission by cheating; it was necessary. I'm really not after you!"

Fu Ciyan's face turned pale and then red, his chest heaving slightly, clearly trying his best to suppress something.

"So?" He finally squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his eyes dangerous as if he were about to throw Lu Yao out immediately.

"So, we need to simulate that state, inducing the body to release enough pheromones so the bracelet can detect the interaction." Lu Yao looked away, her fingers unconsciously digging into the edge of the sofa. "The simplest way is this."

Her voice trailed off as she spoke, and Fu Ciyan's reaction made her wonder if the topic was really offensive!

"You want me to do that kind of 'simulation' here, in front of you?" Fu Ciyan's voice was so cold it could drop ice crystals, and it carried an absurd irony.

"Of course not," Lu Yao immediately shook her head. "We'll separate! You'll be in the living room, and I'll be in the bedroom. We'll each find a way to get the bracelet to detect our heartbeats and body temperatures, but in the end, we need to get our pheromones to merge and complete the final step."

Who wants to see him do that kind of thing? Doesn't she find it offensive?

It makes her seem like she's being forced into prostitution; it's really like she's been ensnared!

After listening to her explanation, Fu Ciyan'an's gaze remained fixed on her with hostility, as if judging whether she had abused her power for personal gain or coveted him.

After a long silence, Fu Ciyan's tense jawline relaxed slightly: "It would be best if, as you said, there were no other thoughts in your mind. Let's go our separate ways. I'm going to the bedroom."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ciyan got up to go to the bedroom, but Lu Yao stopped him: "Wait a minute, we haven't agreed on a time yet. How long can you hold out? At least half an hour. If that's not possible, we can take it step by step..."

"Do you think I won't be able to hold on?" Fu Ciyan turned to look at Lu Yao and interrupted her, "Don't be the one who can't keep up."

After saying this, Fu Ciyan went straight to the bedroom, and as he closed the door, he declared, "Starting from one hour!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door slammed shut.

Lu Yao's lips twitched involuntarily. It was just a topic, but he acted as if his innocence had been ruined. Yet, he started to fuss over this very thing. Ha, men!

The bedroom door was closed, cutting off the dim light from the living room.

Fu Ciyan leaned against the cold door, and the coldness and arrogance he had just put on in front of Lu Yao instantly crumbled.

In the darkness, his breathing was slightly rapid, and the heat in his ears did not subside; instead, it became even more intense due to being alone and what he was about to do.

He irritably unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and sat down on the bed.

The metal ring on his wrist gleamed coldly in the dim light, like a silent overseer.

Simulate, release.

In theory, he knows what to do.

But his past experiences made him very resistant to this. From a very young age, because he was a boy, he would spend several months of the year accompanying his father to different women's homes.

Even though his father didn't like the other woman, he still had to obey her in everything, and he...

Ten minutes passed.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his heartbeat quickened slightly, but his heart remained unresponsive.

Fu Ciyan's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

He didn't know how to immerse himself in the past instead of constantly thinking about it.

He closed his eyes, his fingers moving mechanically, feeling nothing but irritation.

Another ten minutes passed.

Frustration and anxiety welled up inside him. He impatiently got up and opened the door, searching for that figure, but he couldn't find the person who should have been there on the sofa in the living room.

Until my gaze fell on the closed bathroom door not far away.

A few faint sounds could be heard coming from inside.

Fu Ciyan walked over and knocked on the door: "Come out, let's talk!"

When Lu Yao opened the door, her cheeks were still flushed, her hair was slightly damp and stuck to the side of her neck, and there was still a little bit of physiological moisture in her eyes.

As the door opened, a faint, sweet fragrance wafted out, causing Fu Ciyan outside to gasp for breath.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yao's voice was a little soft, with a hint of confusion at being interrupted.

Fu Ciyan's gaze lingered for a moment on her moist eyes and flushed cheeks, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked away uncomfortably, as if burned by her breath.

He opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound immediately.

He, who had always been arrogant, never imagined that he would ask for help in such a matter, especially from her.

The warm yellow light in the bathroom accentuated his taut jawline and slightly reddened earlobes.

He turned his head to the side, his voice extremely low, stiff with self-abandonment: "...I can't do it."

Lu Yao was taken aback, not quite understanding: "What can't you do?"

She then noticed that his complexion was even worse than when he went in, his forehead seemed to be damp with sweat, his clothes were disheveled, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

An absurd guess came to mind.

"You, you wouldn't be—" Lu Yao probed, lowering her voice, "...is it really not possible?"

Fu Ciyan suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes filled with anger and shame, but he did not answer; his silence spoke volumes.

"..." Damn, he's really no good!

No, she clearly felt it this afternoon...

Realizing something, Lu Yao suddenly felt like laughing, but also felt that the situation was so embarrassing that it made her scalp tingle.

Is this seemingly omnipotent federal general really that naive?

"So," Lu Yao cleared her throat, trying to appear natural, "you need 'technical guidance'?"

Upon hearing this word, Fu Ciyan's face darkened even further, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to bite someone, but in the end he still managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth: "...Hmm."

Upon receiving Fu Ciyan's response, Lu Yao curled her lips into a smile: "Aren't you afraid of taking this opportunity to do something, coveting your outstanding and noble S-class genes?"