Chapter 61 – Mental Experiment
Shaole Yan pouted, feeling it was unfair. “Why aren’t you taking off your clothes?”
Fuxing Chen, lost in his own passion, could only answer her resentful question in the gaps of their breaths.
“Well… the time is too short, so it’s more convenient this way. Are you uncomfortable? If you are, you don’t have to move—I’ll take care of you.”
Shaole Yan was momentarily speechless.
Finally, she had gained the upper hand. If she let this chance slip, who knew when she would get another opportunity like this.
She quickly made a decision. “No, this is fine.”
For the first time, she realized that half an hour could feel so short. But perhaps because there was a time limit, she allowed herself to fully enjoy the moment.
Even though Fuxing Chen was still unsatisfied, there was nothing he could do. He held her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his body, his chin resting on her shoulder. The two of them were completely close.
At that moment, he was still immersed in the absolute thrill from before. But when time was up, he could only rely on deep breaths and rationality to restrain his desires.
It was like Cinderella hearing the midnight bell, unable to bid farewell to the prince, hurriedly rushing home.
“I have to go.”
Shaole Yan was reluctant too, but she understood the urgency of the situation. She didn’t show any attachment, carefully slid off Fuxing Chen, and lay down on the other half of the bed, creating some distance between them.
“Go ahead, take care.”
“Mm, you get some rest.”
Fuxing Chen planted a final kiss on Shaole Yan’s slightly sweaty forehead, then turned, dressed quietly, and slipped out without a sound.
The next day.
Shaole Yan opened the door to see Fuxing Yan waiting for her, ready to go have breakfast together.
Today, Fuxing Yan seemed to be in a good mood. His whole demeanor was radiant, abandoning his usual stiff casual suit and lab coat for a beige low-neck inner shirt paired with a reddish-brown coat, making him look tall and proportioned.
If Shaole Yan didn’t know he was an eccentric workaholic, she might have thought he was going out on a date.
The moment he heard the door open, he turned and smiled brighter than the morning sunlight.
“You’re up! Let’s go have breakfast!”
Shaole Yan stared at his expression, curious. “You’re so happy… did something good happen today?”
Fuxing Yan touched his face in surprise. “It’s that obvious?”
Shaole Yan nodded. “You should check the mirror—you’re smiling so much your mouth won’t even close.”
Fuxing Yan didn’t want to explain too much. He walked behind Shaole Yan, pushing her gently forward.
“It’s just that I came up with a new experimental method. Let’s go eat.”
After breakfast, Shaole Yan chatted a bit with Mu Jiao Jiao. Once Fuxing Yan assembled the experimental equipment, she said goodbye to Mu Jiao Jiao and walked into the lab area.
Looking at the sturdy handcuffs and magnetic plates on the smart bed, the fear of having her eyes and organs taken away resurfaced.
Her face went pale, and she barely stayed on her feet, leaning against the wall.
“What… is this for?”
Fuxing Yan had been excited to show her the results, but seeing her weak state, he was startled and quickly went over to support her, concern evident in every gesture.
“Are you okay? Do you feel unwell anywhere? Should I take you to see Fuyue?”
Shaole Yan, fighting the nausea, leaned weakly on Fuxing Yan and frowned. “No, it’s fine. Maybe I ate too much. I’ll be okay in a bit.”
Fuxing Yan helped her onto the smart bed. “Lie down and rest for a while. You don’t need to do anything for today’s experiment. Just cooperate with me.”
No sooner had she touched the bed than drowsiness hit her unexpectedly. She mumbled a sleepy “Okay,” and the next moment, fell into a deep sleep.
She was woken by the vibration of the communicator.
Pressing the call button, Shaole Yan hugged the blanket and asked groggily, “Who is it?”
There was a second of silence, followed by Mu Jiao Jiao’s surprised voice.
“Jiao Jiao, did you sleep the whole day? I haven’t been able to reach you since noon. I called five or six times and got no answer. If my brother hadn’t contacted Fuxing Yan to confirm you’re fine, I’d have stormed the dungeon!”
Noon?
Wasn’t I in the lab?
Shaole Yan slowly came to her senses, opening her eyes to find herself in a room, even her pajamas had been changed for her.
“Oh, sorry, Jiao Jiao. I overslept.”
“No need to apologize, it’s not a big deal. But you better not do it again. You left all your sleep for the daytime—can you even sleep tonight?”
“I understand. Thank you for your concern.”
Shaole Yan found it strange too. Experiments usually weren’t this easy—just surviving without fainting was considered lucky, let alone sleeping comfortably afterward.
After a brief chat with Mu Jiao Jiao, they agreed to contact each other tomorrow. Shaole Yan tossed the communicator onto the bedside table, pulled the covers over herself, and prepared to rest a bit more.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Fuxing Yan’s voice.
“Sister-in-law, you’re awake. Want to have dinner?”
Sister-in-law?
Fuxing Yan didn’t even address her this way in front of Fuxing Chen. Shaole Yan felt a little awkward.
She opened the door to find Fuxing Yan leaning against the wall, smiling with eyes curved in delight.
He had changed into a deep blue uniform, black boots covering most of his calves.
In contrast, Shaole Yan, just awake, wore ordinary pink bunny pajamas, her silky black hair slightly messy. The rough, sleepy appearance sharply contrasted with Fuxing Yan’s refined look.
“When did the experiment end?”
“Not long ago. I saw you asleep, so I brought you back to your room.”
Curious, Shaole Yan asked, “It didn’t hurt at all this time. I felt nothing. What kind of experiment is this?”
Fuxing Yan smiled slightly and naturally took her hand, leading her to the dining room.
“You slept so long and aren’t hungry? And you still have the energy to talk so much?”
After eating, Shaole Yan finally felt the long-missed physical pain from the experiments.
“Ah! Fuxing Yan! Fire, thunder, whatever you want, but can you move that mirror? Are you even human?”
Fuxing Yan continued his operations, eyes briefly glancing at the mirror Shaole Yan had complained about.
“It’s for training your mental abilities. Compared to physical regeneration, mental restructuring is also very important.”
“I…”
Shaole Yan stared at her bloodied reflection in the mirror. Amid the intense pain and stimulating pleasure, a sudden sense of unreality arose.
It was a strange, dreamlike feeling—not the nightmares buried in her heart, but a completely new experience.
She didn’t dislike it.
By midnight, the experiment finally ended.
Fuxing Yan washed away all the blood from Shaole Yan, changed her into a brand-new blue floral nightgown, and, like dressing a doll, dried and combed her hair.
He did all of this with pleasure, showing not a trace of impatience.
