Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Xue Bingbing felt a bit uncomfortable on her bottom, so she adjusted her position and sat down facing Liu Xiangyang.

"Hmm~." A very soft, nasal hum escaped from her throat.

She leaned forward slightly, almost completely nestled into his arms, gently pressing against the crook of his neck, her warm breath spraying onto his ear and the side of his neck.

"I remember it was Kiki and Yao Yao's turn today, right? What you're doing now is practically stealing their food."

His arm, which was resting on the back of the chair, tightened and naturally wrapped around her slender yet voluptuous waist, while his other hand slid down the curves of her body without any hesitation.

Xue Bingbing snuggled closer to him, making them press even more tightly together.

She could clearly feel him, which made her heart pound like a drum, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes became even more watery and dreamy, like they were shrouded in the misty rain of Jiangnan.

She turned her face to the side, her lips almost touching his earlobe, and whispered softly, her warm breath and tingling tone drilling straight into his ear:

"I wasn't stealing food, I was just talking to you. You're the one who was being dishonest." She paused deliberately, then lightly licked his neck, feeling his muscles tense and his breathing quicken. Satisfied, she continued, "Besides, I didn't say I was going to give you any."

"Bingbing," Liu Xiangyang's breathing became heavy, and his arms around her waist tightened suddenly, almost as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

"You're quite the little devil..." His voice was hoarse. "Today, this Great Sage will definitely subdue you, you little devil."

Before he finished speaking, he had already made his move. The hand that was originally around her waist quickly moved up and precisely fastened the buttons on her clothes.

He didn't tear it open roughly, but instead used his fingertips to deftly pick it apart one by one. With each one he untied, his burning gaze would invade downwards an inch.

Xue Bingbing obediently puffed out her chest slightly, letting him do as he pleased. When the last button was undone and the cardigan slid down to the sides, revealing the close-fitting off-white undershirt underneath, her full curves were outlined perfectly, her rosy breasts faintly visible.

He pressed his thumb and forefinger together and fiddled with them.

"Mmm..." Xue Bingbing could no longer hold back, tilting her head back and letting out a short, sweet moan, her body writhing uncontrollably in his arms.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head, his burning lips kissing her long, fair neck, trailing down from behind her ear, leaving a warm, moist mark. His kisses were sometimes as gentle as a feather's touch, sometimes more forceful, sucking out faint red marks. At the same time, his other hand, which had been lingering on the hem of her skirt for a long time, finally…

"Ugh... Xiangyang..." Xue Bingbing's voice was already trembling with sobs, her body shivering as if electrocuted.

"I need to go back to my studies, otherwise I'll fall behind."

"It's okay, I'll tutor you right now. I've also hidden a secret manual. Do you want to see it?" After saying that, Liu Xiangyang took out a book, unwrapped it, and read it to her word by word.

As dusk fades and the last golden thread disappears...

The wind begins to translate the language of the leaves.

Silence is so abundant—

The two trees intertwined their roots underground, creating a code.

The texture of the rocks holds the whispers of the last volcano.

When dawn comes

Dew will be on every blade of grass

Engraving transparent testimony.

After Liu Xiangyang finished tutoring her, the two tidied up the office and went home hand in hand.

"Great Sage, have you subdued the demon?" As soon as Le Yao asked this, everyone covered their mouths and laughed.

Liu Xiangyang glanced at everyone, then pulled Xue Bingbing into his arms. "Can't you all see that Bingbing is like a quail right now?"

Xue Bingbing, who had been nestled in Liu Xiangyang's arms to catch her breath, immediately looked up upon hearing this, giving him a sidelong glance. Her face was still flushed, but she had already regained some of her usual commanding presence. "This is... a strategic retreat, to preserve our strength."

Although she was tough on the outside, she still leaned limply against Liu Xiangyang, feeling utterly powerless after the easy-to-understand tutoring session and the power of that secret manual.

Le Yao chuckled and leaned over to take Xue Bingbing's other arm: "Bingbing, who are you saving your strength for? We've all experienced Xiangyang's amazing abilities; you might have a hard time making a 'strategic retreat' by yourself."

"I'm moving to Xiaowen's place tonight." Seeing Jiang Xiaowen smiling so happily, Xue Bingbing quickly changed the subject to her.

The women chuckled at Jiang Xiaowen again, creating a warm yet slightly ambiguous atmosphere.

Jiang Xiaowen was smiling with pursed lips when Xue Bingbing suddenly pointed it out. Her laughter stopped abruptly, and her face flushed bright red, like a boiled shrimp. She stood there helplessly, her eyes darting nervously to Liu Xiangyang before quickly lowering her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice barely a whisper: "I...I..."

Seeing her embarrassed expression, everyone laughed even harder.

Roland smiled gently, walked over, took Jiang Xiaowen's hand, and patted it lightly: "Don't be afraid, Xiaowen. There's a first time for everything."

He Xiaoqin hid behind Le Qi and whispered, "Um...actually, Xiangyang is...quite nice."

Seeing that Jiang Xiaowen was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground, Leqi spoke up to defuse the situation: "Alright, alright, stop surrounding her. Xiaowen is shy; if you keep teasing her, she'll cry." She turned to Liu Xiangyang, "Brother Xiangyang, let's eat. Everyone must be hungry."

Taking advantage of the situation offered by Le Qi, Xue Bingbing let go of Liu Xiangyang, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and resumed her usual composed demeanor as she arranged household chores: "Alright, let's eat then."

After everyone finished eating, Liu Xiangyang looked at the beautiful women in the room and said, "This afternoon, let's all go outside to the snow and take some photos to record our big family."

Upon hearing Liu Xiangyang's words, the women who had been clearing away the dishes and chatting quietly all stopped in their tracks, their faces flushing with varying degrees of embarrassment.

Leqi, Leyao, and Xue Bingbing exchanged glances, all feeling somewhat uneasy, thinking that Liu Xiangyang was up to something bad again in broad daylight.

Le Qi subconsciously straightened her clothes, while Le Yao secretly glanced at Liu Xiangyang before quickly lowering her head again.

Xue Bingbing blushed and asked, "Where are we filming?"

Looking at the room full of women, each with their own unique charm and a touch of embarrassment, Liu Xiangyang felt both amused and satisfied.

He knew they had misunderstood, so he deliberately spoke slowly, "Of course we're taking a proper group photo. Our family has come to Dongsheng Village to spend the winter together, study together, and eventually return to Beijing to live out our lives together."

"Let's take advantage of the beautiful snow scenery and the nice sunshine now, and take some family photos. Wouldn't it be great to look back on them later?"

His explanation relieved everyone, but they were also a little embarrassed – they realized they had been overthinking things.

"But...where do we take the photos? And what do we do with them afterward?" Leqi asked, being more practical. At this point, you'd have to go to a photo studio, or find a public camera and darkroom.

Liu Xiangyang smiled mysteriously: "Let's go to the grove of trees behind the village. The snow there is clean, and the background is great. The photos we take there are guaranteed to be beautiful, and we can even have a snowball fight afterwards."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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