184: Chapter 184 A Complete Cycle of a Washing Machine

It was hard to get any leverage on top of the washing machine.

Xu Qingya sat on top of it, her hands gripping the edge of the washing machine for dear life.

The heels of her white over-the-knee socks rested on Jiang Fan's shoulders, the fabric smudged with a little dust from the floor tiles.

The apron strings of her maid outfit had come undone at some point, and the white lace dangled on either side, swaying with their movements.

"You—lighter—I'm going to fall off—"

Jiang Fan supported her waist with one hand, pulling her back toward him.

The washing machine emitted a rhythmic clanging sound as it hit the wall, one thump after another.

Xu Qingya bit her lip, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead.

Her hair stuck to her cheeks, and the collar of her maid outfit had long since slipped off her shoulders.

Her toes curled and uncurled on his shoulders.

"Master—this position is too—mm—"

"Shouldn't a maid cooperate with her master?"

"You—just wait until I get down—I'll kill you—ah—"

Her grip loosened for a moment, and she tilted backward, nearly sliding off the washing machine.

"What did you call me just now?"

Xu Qingya gritted her teeth, squeezing two words out from between them.

"...Master."

"Louder."

"Master—! That's enough—I beg you—"

Just then, the washing machine suddenly hummed to life.

Both of them froze.

It was Xu Qingya's hand that had accidentally hit the start button on the panel.

The drum began to spin, and the machine started to vibrate, emitting a rhythmic humming sound.

The entire washing machine shook along with it, the frequency very steady, traveling up from the base.

Xu Qingya sat on top, the vibration of the machine beneath her, and Jiang Fan in front of her.

A double layer of intensity.

Her eyes widened instantly.

"Turn—turn it off—"

"It's quite nice, don't turn it off."

The machine's vibration frequency happened to be half a beat off from Jiang Fan's rhythm, creating a mind-numbing sense of alternation.

Xu Qingya's brain completely short-circuited.

Xu Qingya's legs slid down from his shoulders, her knees clamping around his waist, her over-the-knee socks rubbing against his back.

Her fingers dug into the edge of the washing machine, her knuckles turning white.

Only two shoulder straps of the maid dress remained, with the rest of the fabric bunched up at her waist.

"Jiang Fan—I surrender, okay—"

"Surrender?"

"Surrender—I'll listen to anything you say—just let me go—"

"Then what about the Tang Yingxue matter? Will you still cause trouble in the future?"

Xu Qingya's brain could no longer process anything; Tang Yingxue, her hundred million followers—everything had been turned into mush by that vibration coming from below.

"I won't cause trouble—no—ah—"

"Speak clearly."

"I won't cause trouble in the future—you can see whoever you want—I—mm—"

On the washing machine's display, the washing program was running normally.

Water intake, soaking, agitating, draining, then water intake again.

The vibration frequency of each stage was different.

The soaking stage was relatively steady, allowing Xu Qingya to catch her breath.

During the agitating stage, the machine shook violently, and she trembled like a sieve, the sounds leaking from her throat unrecognizable even to herself.

"I didn't do anything, the washing machine is working on its own."

"Bullshit—"

The draining stage arrived.

The washing machine spun at high speed, the vibration of the entire machine reaching its peak.

The back of Xu Qingya's head knocked against the wall, but she couldn't care about the pain anymore.

Her hands let go of the edge of the washing machine, grabbing blindly at Jiang Fan's arms, her nails digging into his flesh.

Her voice pitched higher—

Then it suddenly went quiet.

Her body stiffened for two seconds, then arched violently, her legs straightening.

It took quite a while before she went limp.

"..."

Jiang Fan looked at her state and asked, "Do you still have the strength to talk?"

Xu Qingya kept her eyes closed, her chest heaving violently, and it took over ten seconds before she squeezed out a word from her throat.

"...Get lost."

Jiang Fan did not get lost.

The washing machine entered the second washing cycle.

Feeling the vibration start up again beneath her, Xu Qingya instinctively shrank forward.

"Don't—I really can't take it anymore—"

"There's still over thirty minutes left."

"Jiang Fan!"

"You were the one who pressed it, turn it off yourself if you want to."

But Xu Qingya didn't even have the strength to lift her hand right now.

She hung onto Jiang Fan, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her mouth open as she gasped for air.

"I hate you..."

"Mm."

The second agitating stage began.

Xu Qingya's body tensed up again.

— —

The washing machine vibrated for an entire wash cycle.

Fifty-eight minutes.

During that time, Xu Qingya didn't know how many times she had begged him to stop, but it never worked.

In the end, she couldn't even form a sentence to beg for mercy, left with only incoherent monosyllables.

The washing machine gave a "beep," and the program finally ended.

The laundry room suddenly fell silent.

There was only the sound of Xu Qingya gasping for air.

She lay limp on the washing machine, her eyes unfocused, staring at the ceiling.

The maid outfit was basically just a few pieces of fabric hanging on her body.

One white over-the-knee sock had slid down to her ankle, while the other was still on her thigh, asymmetrical.

Her high heels had long since fallen off, having flown off to some corner of the laundry room.

"Diva Xu?"

No response.

"Still alive?"

Xu Qingya's lips moved, and it took three seconds for her to make a sound.

"...Carry me down."

Her voice was raspy beyond recognition.

Jiang Fan scooped her off the washing machine.

Her legs were completely jelly; she couldn't even stand, collapsing against him.

In the end, Jiang Fan hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her back to the bedroom.

She hung on his shoulder like a dried salted fish, not wanting to move a single finger.

Her face was down, her hair hanging all the way down, swaying with Jiang Fan's footsteps.

"Jiang Fan."

"Mm."

"Are you even human?"

"Hard to say."

Xu Qingya "hmphed" on his back, then didn't speak again.

Jiang Fan placed her on the bed and pulled the quilt over her.

Xu Qingya lay on her stomach, her cheek pressed against the pillow, her eyes half-open and half-closed.

Her hair was scattered all over the pillow, a few sweat-dampened strands sticking to her neck.

She rolled over halfway, pulling Jiang Fan's arm over and pressing it against her stomach.

"Help me rub it."

Jiang Fan placed his palm on her and rubbed slowly.

Xu Qingya closed her eyes, her breathing gradually calming down.

After about two minutes, she spoke again.

"That sentence doesn't count."

"Which one?"

"It's... the one about you can see whoever you want."

Jiang Fan's hand didn't stop its movement.

"Mm, I know."

"It's good that you know." Xu Qingya buried her face into the pillow. "I was forced. It doesn't count."

"Fine, it doesn't count."

Xu Qingya gave a satisfied "Mm."

After a moment of silence, her breathing gradually became long and steady.

The system panel popped up.

[Deep Compatibility × 2, Lifespan Value + 6000]

[Current Lifespan Value: 96100 points]

Jiang Fan closed the panel, leaned against the headboard, and closed his eyes.