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

Night Hawk was kicked by Fu Ciyan, but instead of getting angry, it smiled and took two steps back.

"Miss Lu Yao, please have a seat! I'll be leaving now, so as not to disturb you two!" he said as he nimbly retreated to the door, closing it behind him. His movements were fluid and seamless, as if he had rehearsed them countless times.

The office fell silent the moment the door closed.

Lu Yao couldn't help but chuckle: "Your adjutant is quite interesting."

Fu Ciyan finished the rest of the food in a few bites, closed the lunchbox, and rubbed his temples helplessly: "Ignore him, he's just a show-off. After being in the army for so long, he gets like this every time he sees a new face, especially a woman."

He got up, took the lunchbox to the sink in the corner of the office, rinsed it briefly, dried it with a clean cloth, and then came back and sat down next to Lu Yao.

"Why don't you rest here for a while and we can go back together later?" Fu Ciyan's eyes showed a hint of anticipation.

Lu Yao nodded: "Okay, don't worry about me, go ahead and get busy."

Since she was already there, she wasn't in a hurry to go back.

Fu Ciyan led Lu Yao to the rest room inside the office.

It's even simpler here than outside, with only a bed and a wardrobe.

The bed was meticulously made, with dark gray sheets and blankets, exuding a cold and hard aura that belonged to Fu Ciyan himself.

"The conditions are simple, but please make do." Fu Ciyan took out a clean spare pillow and blanket from the wardrobe. Although it was also in the rugged style of military uniforms, the fabric was soft. He carefully spread it out by hand. "Go to sleep if you're tired. Don't wait for me."

Lu Yao watched his busy figure under the warm yellow wall lamp. His tall and upright body seemed a little cramped in this small space, but it inexplicably made people feel at ease.

"How much longer are you going to be busy? Is it because of the Qin family?" She sat down on the bed he had made and looked up at him.

Fu Ciyan lowered his eyes and looked at Lu Yao's dark eyes, which seemed to have been soaked in water, clean and bright. When she looked up at him like this, she was completely unguarded.

She sat on the edge of the bed he had just made, the soft fabric accentuating her slender figure.

The warm yellow wall lamp outlined her soft features, her eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes, and her lips were a natural rosy red.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "The Qin family's affairs are nothing to fear; they won't last long."

When he spoke again, Fu Ciyan's voice was unnaturally hoarse. He reached out, his fingertips tracing her chin, paused, and his eyes deepened. Lu Yao sensed a danger and tried to back away, but the man grabbed her chin: "Did you come here to complete a mission?"

His fingertips, calloused, pinched her chin with a light touch, yet it made her feel embarrassed.

Lu Yao's breath hitched.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm here to bring you food!"

"But now, completing a mission is also acceptable." Fu Ciyan curled his lips, withdrew his hand, and right in front of her, slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled out his belt.

Lu Yao stared at his actions in disbelief: "Are you crazy? This is your office, you..."

Before she could utter any more words, Fu Ciyan lowered his head and kissed her lips.

This kiss lacked the usual gradual patience.

Lu Yao was breathless from his kisses, her hands pressed against his half-open chest, touching his firm, hot muscles and his clear heartbeat.

Her fingertips curled up involuntarily, wanting to push it away, yet seemingly stuck by the heat.

Fu Ciyan released her lips and kissed her all the way down her chin to her slender neck.

"Fu, Fu Ciyan!" Lu Yao's voice trembled, it was hard to tell if it was resistance or some other emotion, "Outside, there might be people outside..."

"The soundproofing is excellent," he mumbled, his voice hoarse, his lips lingering on her collarbone. "And no one dares to disturb us here."

But this realization did not alleviate Lu Yao's nervousness; instead, it made her even more embarrassed.

This is where he works, a symbol of his composure and self-control as a federal general.

But now, he's here, doing this to her.

"No..." She instinctively tried to close her legs, but his knees forced them apart without any room for resistance.

Fu Ciyan raised his head, his dark eyes shining brightly in the dim light, filled with undisguised longing.

He looked at her flustered eyes, her flushed cheeks, and her slightly swollen lips from being kissed, and his gaze deepened.

"Yaoyao," he called her name, "look at me."

Lu Yao was forced to meet his gaze, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, almost bursting out of her chest.

"We're a match," he said slowly, as if coaxing, "doing this kind of thing is perfectly normal."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give her a chance to refuse. He took her hand and they fell onto the bed together.

The mattress sank slightly under the weight of the two people, making a dull thud.

Outside the window, the military headquarters building was still brightly lit, the night deep in darkness.

"Cold?" He stopped what he was doing and asked in a low, husky voice in her ear, his breath hot.

Lu Yao bit her lip, shook her head, her cheeks flushed, her eyes tightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembling violently.

Fu Ciyan chuckled softly and picked up a pillow to place under her waist.

Feeling his movements, Lu Yao blushed even more. This was a method of conception that was frequently mentioned online.

I never expected that Fu Ciyan would know about these things.

Fu Ciyan covered her with a thin blanket, picked up her clothes from the ground, and said as he put them on, "Let's rest for a bit first, then we'll go home together."

Lu Yao responded softly and pulled the blanket over her head.

Seeing her cowering and unwilling to face reality, Fu Ciyan curled his lips. However, she didn't know that the stark contrast between her exposed, fair arms and the dark sheets was an indescribable allure to him.

Still retaining his rationality, Fu Ciyan didn't look any further and turned to leave the lounge.

Once the person left, Lu Yao felt as if the air was flowing again.

This is insane!

She and Fu Ciyan were in this kind of place, without even drawing the curtains. Luckily, because it was a high floor and there were no other buildings opposite, otherwise…

She curled up in the bed, still warm and smelling his scent, her heart still pounding. She had no choice but to cover her head again to stop herself from thinking too much.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps approached from outside, and the door to the lounge was gently pushed open.

Fu Ciyan walked to the bedside, looked at Lu Yao, whose fair back was exposed under the quilt, and listened to her soft breathing, knowing that Lu Yao had fallen asleep.

This made his heart soften.

She gently woke her: "It's time to go home, Yaoyao. Or would you like to sleep here and go back tomorrow morning?"

Lu Yao opened her hazy eyes, and her confused mind cleared up upon hearing this. Thinking that she might run into more of Fu Ciyan's colleagues when she went back tomorrow morning, she subconsciously shook her head: "Go home."

Fu Ciyan took her hand and kissed it: "Okay, but your clothes are dirty, how about wearing mine for now?"