Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

He stood up and stretched: "It's getting late. We all need to start studying tomorrow. Go take a shower and get some rest."

Next, they boiled water for a bath. Liu Xiangyang wanted to join them, but when he went in, the bath was already packed.

When I was renovating the bathroom, I had already considered the issue of multiple people taking a bath, but I didn't expect that my thinking would fall behind my actions.

Liu Xiangyang swallowed hard as he left the bathroom and obediently went to the kitchen to boil water. The women burst into laughter at his expression.

Hearing the laughter, Liu Xiangyang shouted, "Whoever laughs the loudest, when it's her turn to serve the emperor, I'll make sure she can't even cry."

"Don't wait until later, come now!"

"Roland, don't think I won't recognize you just because you're speaking in a hoarse voice. Just wait and see how I deal with you later."

Zuo Qingqing and He Xiaoqin noticed the differences between Xue Bingbing and Luo Lan and themselves, especially the words tattooed on Luo Lan's sides, which attracted their attention.

Several people wanted to see, and Roland resisted desperately. In the end, they grabbed his hands and feet, opened his eyes, and exclaimed in surprise. Roland was so ashamed that his face turned red.

Liu Xiangyang was sitting in the inner room when he heard the noise. He was so anxious that he scratched his head and thought something had happened. He went to the bathroom door, knocked on the door, and asked.

"What happened? Did someone slip and fall?" he asked anxiously. "Should I come in and help?"

"No, don't come in, it's alright," Xue Bingbing said, stopping Liu Xiangyang.

The group began questioning Roland, bombarding her with all sorts of questions. After overcoming her shyness, Roland went all out and told them how he had blessed her and how he had tattooed her.

Finally, Xue Bingbing was also dragged into it, "Sister Bingbing doesn't have it either, stop asking me alone."

As expected, everyone's attention was drawn to Xue Bingbing. Taking advantage of the situation, Roland got up and hugged Xue Bingbing, saying, "Let's all interrogate Sister Bingbing together and see when she was hurt."

Xue Bingbing struggled, and Zuo Qingqing immediately stepped forward to help. Seeing He Xiaoqin still sitting blankly in the bathtub, she quickly called out, "Xiaoqin, come and help me quickly."

"Oh, here she comes." He Xiaoqin came over and hugged Xue Bingbing's leg to stop her from kicking.

Zuo Qingqing: "Sister Bingbing, did Xiangyang do this to you too? Does it hurt?"

Now it was Xue Bingbing's turn to be shy. She rested her head on Luo Lan's chest, realizing that she couldn't escape it if she didn't say something, so she could only tell the truth: "I, I didn't do it to Xiang Yang, it's just like this from birth." After saying that, she shyly turned her head away, and what came into view was the bright red date.

After the four of them finished showering and came out, they looked at Liu Xiangyang with different thoughts in their minds.

He touched his face and asked, "I have something on my face, why is everyone staring at me like that?"

Xue Bingbing pinched him and said, "It's all your doing."

"Bingbing, you're from the South, how come you've learned the tricks of a Siberian tiger?" he complained, baring his teeth.

At this moment, Zuo Qingqing suggested to He Xiaoqin that they go back first. Zuo Qingqing even joked, "Sister Bingbing, Sister Luo Lan, you two should get some rest early, don't stay up too late." After saying that, she pulled He Xiaoqin and ran away.

Looking longingly at his two beautiful wives who were entirely his own, Liu Xiangyang said, "It's getting dark, ladies, let's rest."

Xue Bingbing and Luo Lan looked at Liu Xiangyang's gaze, which seemed to melt them; the heat in his eyes made them feel warm all over.

After a rustling sound, Liu Xiangyang's voice came: "Let's try this trick and consecrate the other party."

That night, Xue Bingbing and Luo Lan watched Liu Xiangyang flit around in front of them, almost making their eyes water.

Looking at her skin, which was as white as jade, Roland swallowed and said, "Sister Bingbing, your skin is so good, as smooth as satin, you are truly naturally beautiful."

Xue Bingbing didn't have time to answer her, so she could only respond with a few "uh-huhs" from her nose.

A moment later, Xue Bingbing swallowed hard, touched the two words, and asked, "Roland, did it hurt when Xiang Yang tattooed you?"

At this moment, Roland's face was contorted with rage, and she couldn't hear what Xue Bingbing was saying at all. She looked up at Roland and secretly clicked her tongue, comparing her own situation just now. So this is how rough Xiang Yang was in front of Roland.

She watched as the veins on Roland's forehead and neck bulged. As Liu Xiangyang's first wife, all she could do was offer gentle comfort to his concubine.

It was late at night, and Xue Bingbing and Luo Lan felt exhausted. They looked at each other, got up to brush their teeth and rinse their mouths, and prepared to go to sleep.

Liu Xiangyang lay sprawled on the kang (a heated brick bed) like the Chinese character "太" (tai). When the two returned, each of them rested their head on one of his arms.

Roland, acting as the tank today, took on most of the DPS and was a bit overwhelmed, so she fell asleep soon after.

"Xiangyang, will you tattoo words on me too?" Xue Bingbing glanced at Luo Lan and asked Liu Xiangyang.

Liu Xiangyang pulled her closer, looked her over carefully, and said, "I gave Roland the tattoo because she felt insecure before. Don't you feel insecure either?"

Xue Bingbing shook her head and moved closer: "I'm jealous of Roland. She was the first woman you tattooed, but I wasn't. So I want to belong to you completely and have your mark on me."

Liu Xiangyang pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, saying, "You silly woman."

Liu Xiangyang sighed, tightened his arms, and pulled Xue Bingbing's warm body even closer into his embrace.

He glanced back at Roland, scanned her with his spiritual power, and knew she was completely asleep. He lowered his head, gently pressed his forehead against hers, and whispered.

"You and Roland are different. When I tattooed her, I was branding her with my mark, telling her that from now on she is mine and can't escape. It was a reassurance for her, a visible anchor."

His fingers gently caressed Xue Bingbing's smooth back, tracing the gentle joints beneath her skin. "And you, Bingbing," his tone changed, becoming more certain.

"You are the home I chose myself. It's not something that can be marked with words. It's about engraving you, inside and out, everything about you, in my heart and in my destiny."

Xue Bingbing's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She understood. Roland's tattoo was a passionate mark declaring ownership, and she, Xue Bingbing, was a mark on his soul.

Xue Bingbing's face was flushed, and her breathing became heavy.

"But..." She was still somewhat unwilling, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.

"I also want a mark that only the two of us know. It doesn't have to be words, it can be something else. That way, even when we're old and our skin is wrinkled, when we look in the mirror or touch it while showering, we can remember what you said to me tonight." Her voice grew softer and softer, filled with deep dependence.

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