163: Chapter 163 Tang Yingxue Takes the Initiative

Tang Yingxue stood up without waiting for his answer.

She walked around the coffee table to stand in front of him, pressed one knee onto the edge of the sofa, and looked down at him.

Tang Yingxue leaned down, resting both hands on the cushions on either side of his shoulders, her hair falling down to brush against his face.

The neckline of her bathrobe gaped open because of this movement, leaving nothing hidden.

"Teacher Tang is quite proactive today."

Tang Yingxue bit her lip.

"Last time was a transaction."

Her fingers hooked the sash at her waist and gave it a light tug.

The white bathrobe slid down from her shoulders, piling up at the crooks of her elbows.

"This time is not."

The light hit from the side, revealing a thirty-two-year-old body that was impeccably maintained; her waist tapered inward, her hips flared out, and her proportions were unreasonably good.

Jiang Fan's hand rested on her waist.

Her skin was even smoother than a few days ago; the system's added effects were still in full force.

Tang Yingxue reached out to tug at the buttons of his shirt.

She managed the first two buttons easily enough, but couldn't undo the third; the buttonhole was too tight, and her manicured nails couldn't get a grip.

Tang Yingxue frowned, determined to win this battle.

"Teacher Tang, do you need help?"

"No."

She gave a forceful tug—

The button popped off, flew out and hit the coffee table, bounced twice, and rolled into the corner of the carpet.

Jiang Fan looked down at the gap in his shirt front where the button was missing.

"..."

"I'll compensate you." Tang Yingxue looked up, her expression incredibly serious.

Jiang Fan couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.

He reached out and undid the remaining buttons himself, leaving the shirt open.

"I'll handle this."

Her hand moved downward, finding the belt buckle.

The sound of metal clinking was very clear in the quiet room.

The button was undone, and the zipper was pulled down.

Jiang Fan leaned back against the sofa, the back of his head sinking into the soft cushion, and closed his eyes.

Tang Yingxue's fingers curled slightly and then relaxed.

"It's not that hard after all."

—

After a while, Tang Yingxue's knees slid off the sofa, and she knelt on the carpet.

She looked up at him.

There was everything in that look—nervousness, curiosity, and a stubborn refusal to lose.

Jiang Fan would occasionally let out a soft gasp, and she would stop and frown at him, her face clearly showing, "Did I mess up?"

"Don't stop."

Tang Yingxue hummed, lowered her head, and continued.

Jiang Fan reached out to help her stabilize the rhythm.

Tang Yingxue adjusted to his guidance and gradually found her rhythm.

—

Jiang Fan pulled her up from the carpet and had her lie back on the sofa.

Her bathrobe was long gone, and she lay completely naked before him.

"Stop looking..." She turned her head away, covering her eyes with her free hand.

Jiang Fan leaned down, his lips trailing from her neck all the way down.

"You—what are you doing!"

Tang Yingxue half-pushed and half-pulled, her waist recoiling, her hand pressing on top of his head, but she had absolutely no strength left.

Five seconds later, she gave up the resistance.

Her whole body felt as if the bones had been removed, and she lay limp on the sofa, gasping for air.

Her toes curled and relaxed, repeating several times.

—

Jiang Fan scooped her up from the sofa and had her sit on top of him.

Tang Yingxue wasn't unfamiliar with this position, but last time she had been passive.

This time—

Tang Yingxue looked down at him, her face flushed red, but that stubbornness in her eyes emerged again.

"Relax."

Tang Yingxue tried to relax her body and adjusted the angle twice.

Her hair slid down from her shoulders, scattering between the two of them.

She bit her lower lip in her anxiety.

"Don't rush, take it slow."

"Shut up, I'll find it myself."

She held onto his shoulders, her waist sinking down bit by bit.

The moment she found the spot, both of them let out a muffled groan.

The rhythm was completely off—two fast, three slow, just like a novice driver pressing the gas pedal.

Jiang Fan held back a laugh and used his hands to help her stabilize the frequency.

Tang Yingxue slowly got the hang of it, her long hair swaying back and forth between them.

Who knows how much time passed.

Tang Yingxue's voice grew higher, her body tensed, and her nails dug into the muscles of his shoulders.

Jiang Fan also stopped at the same time.

Their rapid breathing intertwined.

Tang Yingxue collapsed onto him, her face pressed against his chest, not wanting to move at all.

This position was maintained for several minutes.

Tang Yingxue lay on his chest, her ear pressed against his heartbeat, her breathing slowly steadying.

Just as she thought the night had come to an end, she suddenly felt a change beneath her.

Tang Yingxue's body stiffened for a moment.

She raised her head and looked down.

"...Are you an animal?"

Jiang Fan supported her waist with one hand and lifted her off the sofa.

Tang Yingxue's legs were wrapped around his waist, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her head.

The bedroom door was kicked shut with his heel.

For the next two hours, Tang Yingxue deeply understood what it meant to reap what she sowed.

She had originally wanted to show off the learning ability of a thirty-two-year-old mature woman, but before the lesson was even finished, she had already been worn to pieces.

In the end, she lay on the pillow, her fingers unable to even grip the sheets, with only two words left in her mouth—

"Mercy..."

Jiang Fan pulled the quilt over both of them and casually turned off the bedside lamp.

"Teacher Tang, next time before being proactive, evaluate your own stamina first."

In the darkness came Tang Yingxue's gritted-teeth voice:

"Jiang Fan... just you wait."

Before Jiang Fan could reply, she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The system panel lit up in the darkness.

[Deep Compatibility × 3, Lifespan Value + 6000]

[Current Lifespan Value: 62100 points]

[Remaining Lifespan: 118 days]

Beside him, Tang Yingxue's breathing had completely leveled out, and she was sleeping soundly.

Her hand was still resting on his leg, her five fingers loosely clenched, as if holding onto something she refused to let go of.

—

The next morning, when Jiang Fan woke up, the spot beside him was empty.

The buzzing sound of a hairdryer came from the bathroom.

He put on his bathrobe and walked over.

Tang Yingxue was standing in front of the mirror combing her hair, wearing a beige turtleneck sweater and wide-leg trousers.

Seeing Jiang Fan come out, she glanced at him through the mirror.

"Awake? I have a notice; I must rush back today."

Jiang Fan leaned against the doorframe, his gaze landing on her neck.

A section of red marks was still visible at the edge of the turtleneck sweater's collar.

"What time is the flight?"

"Eleven o'clock." Tang Yingxue put down the comb and turned around. "The assistant is already waiting downstairs."

She walked to the vanity, picked up a bottle of serum, and patted it onto her face.

After patting it twice, she stopped.

She leaned closer to the mirror, staring at her cheeks for a full ten seconds.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Tang Yingxue put the serum back in its place, the corners of her mouth curling upward uncontrollably. "Just feel that this trip to Magic City wasn't in vain."

The face in the mirror—her skin was translucent, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes had completely vanished, and she radiated a vibrancy only someone in their early twenties would have.

Thirty-two? People would believe it if you said she had just graduated from college.

Jiang Fan walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Record the song well, call me if anything comes up."

Tang Yingxue turned her head and brushed her lips against his cheek.

"Got it. For that movie of yours, if you lack investment or resources, tell me."

"I don't lack any. Su Yuyan has covered the promotion and distribution."

Tang Yingxue hummed, picked up the sunglasses on the table, and put them on.

"I'm leaving."

Jiang Fan saw her to the door. Tang Yingxue took off her sunglasses and winked at him.

"Next time you come to Kyoto, remember to find me to hand in your homework."

The door closed.

Jiang Fan shook his head, turned around, and went back into the room to pack his things.