Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

"Roland," he began, his voice clear and steady on the riverbank in the night, "are you still feeling aggrieved?"

Roland's body trembled slightly, as if pulled from her chaotic thoughts by those words. She turned her head to look at Liu Xiangyang.

Under the moonlight, his face was sharply defined, his eyes deep and unwavering. There was no fury or smugness as one might expect, only a calm attentiveness, as if he were genuinely asking how she felt at that moment.

Are you feeling wronged?

This question stirred within her. Zhang Weiguo was caught red-handed and was about to face severe punishment; her anticipated "venting of anger" had been achieved in the most thorough and public way.

But... looking at Zhang Weiguo's limp and pale face just now, and hearing the heavy words "damaging collective property" and "serious punishment," after her initial pleasure, a more complex and profound emotion welled up in her heart.

"I..." Roland opened her mouth, her voice a little dry, "I didn't expect it to be this serious." This was the truth. She thought that at most Zhang Weiguo would suffer a little and lose face.

Liu Xiangyang walked up to her: "The things he said to you were aimed at trampling on your dignity. Today, he stole the car, vandalized it, and tried to frame me. He was after me, and he was also after the peaceful life we ​​have now."

"To deal with this kind of person, you either don't make a move, or when you do, you make sure he can never reach out again or open his stinking mouth." Liu Xiangyang's voice wasn't loud, but it struck Roland's heart like a heavy hammer.

"I'm not wronged anymore, not at all. Xiangyang, thank you." She looked at Liu Xiangyang, her eyes slightly warm.

Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes and the look of relief in them, Liu Xiangyang knew she had truly come to her senses. He nodded: "It's alright now, let's go back, it's cold by the river."

As night deepened, the three left the cold riverbank and embarked on the path back to the village.

The cold wind persisted, but nestled against Liu Xiangyang's sturdy body, Xue Bingbing and Luo Lan felt exceptionally warm.

Roland held Liu Xiangyang's arm tightly, as if trying to embed herself into his body. The relief and overwhelming gratitude she felt after losing him transformed into a deep attachment.

They walked in silence, yet a silent understanding flowed between them.

Only when he stepped into that familiar courtyard, closed the door, completely shutting out the chill of the winter night, and was enveloped by the warmth and orange light inside, did Roland finally feel a sense of relief.

But then, another, more intense emotion ignited within her—a mixture of the peace of complete surrender, the excitement of being protected by a powerful force, and the shame of her earlier wavering and the eagerness to prove herself.

Liu Xiangyang had just taken off his chilly coat when Xue Bingbing naturally took it and hung it up. She then turned to the stove to pour hot water and said softly, "I'll go get my clothes; I'll take a bath later."

She gave Roland a gentle look, then quietly closed the door, leaving them alone.

"Xiangyang..." Roland's voice trembled slightly. She stepped forward and gently took Liu Xiangyang's hand in the room where only the two of them were left.

Liu Xiangyang turned around and met her eyes. Those eyes were astonishingly bright at that moment.

"I..." Roland took a breath, mustered all her courage, looked up at him, and said in a low but clear voice, with a sense of desperation: "Xiangyang, I want you to love me fiercely."

He didn't say anything, but simply grabbed her wrist with his other hand, the grip quite strong.

He raised his other hand, pinched her chin, and forced her to tilt her head back to face his scrutinizing gaze. That gaze no longer held the calm and soothing quality of the riverside gaze; it was now filled with aggression.

"Have you thought it through?" he asked in a low voice.

Roland trembled slightly under his gaze, filled with an excitement and anticipation of being swallowed whole. She nodded vigorously, her eyes showing no sign of flinching.

The next moment, the world spun around her, and she was thrown onto the warm kang (a heated brick bed). Thick quilts caught her, and before she could get up completely, a tall shadow loomed over her.

The kiss landed. Not the usual tenderness, but a bite that carried a sense of punishment and possessiveness, stealing her breath.

His large hand ruthlessly ripped open the buttons of her heavy cotton coat, reaching inside to knead her soft skin, leaving clear finger marks.

Roland groaned, enduring the slightly painful passion, and tilted her head back to meet his kiss, her hands eagerly scratching at his back.

Clothes were quickly stripped off, and the cold air contrasted sharply with the warmth of the kang (heated brick bed).

Liu Xiangyang looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her, noticing her skin flushed from excitement and slight pain, and the increasingly hazy, watery light in her eyes and her complete submissiveness.

He didn't give her much time to prepare; after confirming her condition, he...

That domineering aura caught Roland off guard, causing him to let out a short gasp. He then bit his lower lip tightly, his fingers digging deep into the muscles of Roland's arm.

What followed was intense, almost like a blizzard. Liu Xiangyang seemed to be venting all the lessons he had learned from her lack of resolve through the force of his body.

The groans and gasps mingled together, sounding especially clear in the quiet winter night.

Roland completely gave up resisting and even actively yielded, enduring it all.

Her consciousness was blurred; only the man in front of her and the things he brought, which seemed to want to crush her, were real.

This was exactly what she subconsciously wanted: to be punished by him in the most direct way, to be branded, and to confirm her belonging.

I don't know how much time passed...

But then he saw the dark fire in his eyes burn even brighter, and his voice was hoarse as he commanded, "Get up."

……

"Open your mouth."

Roland instantly understood his intention without any hesitation.

next second.

Roland held back her tears, which slid down her cheeks, but she tried to relax.

Looking at the woman beneath him, completely submissive and even trying to please him, and seeing her reddened eyes and marks from discomfort, Liu Xiangyang felt a surge of violent desire for control, but at the same time, a pang of pity also rose within him.

He knew that she was "accepting punishment" in this way, and also expressing the ultimate sense of belonging she could think of.

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