Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

He quickly jotted down eight names and their general physical characteristics, then stopped looking and politely stepped back, saying, "Thank you, Director Sun. We understand the situation and will make the necessary arrangements when we get back."

Sun Hong hummed in agreement, put the form back into the file folder, and locked it. "They're all children from ordinary families. When they get there, they should do some work and receive some education. Just treat them all equally."

As they left the educated youth office, Chen Jie looked at him and said, "You belong to me for the rest of the time. You have to spend quality time with me today."

"Yes, sir! What should I do?" Liu Xiangyang saluted and said.

"You're always up to no good, out there like this," Chen Jie said coquettishly.

"Yes, ma'am," Liu Xiangyang whispered in her ear, "My dear wife!"

Hearing him call her "wife," Chen Jie beamed with joy and gently nudged him, saying, "Who's your wife? Don't call me that."

"Have you forgotten the blank household registration book that Young Master Qian gave me? Don't worry, I will definitely give you a proper status," Liu Xiangyang assured him confidently.

"Yes, I believe you." Chen Jie's voice was as soft as a sigh, but a genuine smile bloomed in her eyes, making her face bright in the afternoon light. She took Liu Xiangyang's arm, "Then... Comrade Liu Xiangyang, this afternoon, you will obey the organization's arrangements!"

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Liu Xiangyang puffed out his chest.

Like any ordinary couple, the two went to Central Street, not to buy anything, but to stroll slowly along the wide street and look at the old Russian-style buildings.

Chen Jie would occasionally point to a building and tell its past stories, or anecdotes from the railway bureau. Liu Xiangyang would mostly listen quietly, occasionally interjecting, his gaze mostly fixed on her radiant profile.

At noon, they found a state-run restaurant and ordered sweet and sour pork, stir-fried potatoes, green peppers, and eggplant, along with two bowls of rice. Chen Jie ate happily, constantly putting food on Liu Xiangyang's plate. "Eat more," she whispered.

After lunch, the two went to the Songhua River. The early summer river breeze, carrying moisture, dispelled the afternoon heat. There were many people strolling along the riverbank, and young couples sitting side by side, whispering to each other. They found a relatively quiet bench and sat down, watching the tugboats and swimmers coming and going on the river.

"If only every day could be like this," Chen Jie whispered, resting her head gently on Liu Xiangyang's shoulder.

Liu Xiangyang squeezed her hand: "Soon."

In the afternoon, they went to see a movie, a re-release of "Tunnel Warfare". The movie theater was dimly lit. Chen Jie secretly put her fingers into Liu Xiangyang's palm. The sounds of gunfire on the screen seemed far away, but the warmth and touch from his palm felt real.

After the event ended, it was still early, and as the sun was setting, the two women carried a bag of peach shortbread and a bag of fruit candy that Chen Jie had bought at the food store. She said she would take them back for them to try.

When I returned to the courtyard, there was only the last glimmer of sunset on the horizon.

"Tomorrow..." Chen Jie's voice trailed off as she opened the door, her unfinished words filled with an overwhelming longing and a hint of unease that she couldn't completely hide.

She pushed open the door, but didn't go in immediately. Instead, she turned around, leaned against the door frame, and looked up at Liu Xiangyang.

Liu Xiangyang didn't speak. He reached out and gently stroked her lower lip with his thumb. The touch was warm and soft. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss began lightly, lips touching and gently caressing each other. Chen Jie's body trembled slightly, and she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened, becoming wet and urgent, tongues exploring and entwining, exchanging breaths, and also exchanging unspeakable anxieties about tomorrow's separation and the longing for the present moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, the two finally separated, panting. Chen Jie's eyes glistened with tears in the dim light, and her cheeks were flushed.

She took Liu Xiangyang's hand, led him into the house, closed the door behind her, and bolted it shut out the noise of the outside world. Only the sound of their breathing filled the room.

"Xiangyang..." she called to him, her voice slightly hoarse, carrying a rare vulnerability, "Am I being too greedy? I know... it's impossible for it to be like this every day." Her hand unconsciously tightened around his collar.

Liu Xiangyang cupped her face in his hands, making her look at him: "I'm not greedy, I'm the one who's too greedy." His voice was firm and unquestionable.

She tiptoed and kissed him first, this time the kiss was haphazard, filled with salty tears and complete trust. "I believe you... Xiangyang... want me." The last two words were barely audible as they lingered between their lips, yet they struck Liu Xiangyang's heart heavily.

A string within him suddenly tightened, igniting an even deeper flame. As he responded to her almost biting kisses, he reached out and fumbled for the buttons on her shirt.

The old-fashioned Chinese knot buttons were a bit difficult to untie, but his fingers were steady and nimble, one, two... The hem of his shirt opened, revealing a moon-white cotton shirt underneath, which hugged his undulating curves.

Chen Jie obediently raised her arm, allowing him to take off her shirt, revealing a moon-white silk bodice that clung to her skin, outlining every fullness and curve.

Liu Xiangyang's kisses traveled down her neck and collarbone, leaving warm, wet marks. His hands covered her soft, full breasts, and he could hear her heartbeat through the thin silk.

"Mmm..." Chen Jie tilted her head back and let out a soft moan of unbearable pleasure. She ran her fingers through his thick, short hair and pressed him even closer to her.

Her body trembled slightly under the caresses of his lips, tongue, and hands, like a rose unfurling in the wind, each petal yearning for a deeper touch.

Liu Xiangyang picked her up and carried her into the inner room, placing her on the bed. He knelt beside the bed, not in a hurry to continue, but instead, gazing at her in the last glimmer of light coming through the window.

Her body gleamed with an ivory-like sheen in the hazy light, tinged with a faint pink from passion, breathtakingly beautiful.

"What are you looking at..." Chen Jie felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, turned her face away, but her arms automatically opened to receive his weight.

"Why are you looking at me? Look at my woman." Liu Xiangyang leaned down and kissed her again, while his hand reached under the hem of her nightgown, moving upwards along her smooth thigh. The fabric rustled against her skin.

His kiss became long and deep, and Chen Jie's body suddenly arched, letting out a suppressed gasp.

"Xiangyang...don't...don't do it anymore..." she sobbed, her words incoherent, her fingers digging deeply into his back muscles, whether in rejection or pleading.

Liu Xiangyang withdrew his hand, looking at her confused and infatuated appearance, his eyes as deep as the night. He quickly removed his clothes, his strong and slender body revealing a clear outline in the darkness.

He covered her again.

"Tell me, whose woman are you?" he asked in a hoarse voice, biting her earlobe, his hot breath filling her ear canal.

Chen Jie was almost in tears. "Yours...it's yours...husband...give it to me..." She offered up her truest desires without reservation.

This answer was like a final instruction.

(The process of processing 20000 words of licorice is omitted here)

The intense pleasure swept over her like a tide, then receded, leaving behind a room filled with silence and intertwined breaths. Chen Jie lay limp in Liu Xiangyang's arms, drenched in sweat, too lazy to even move her fingertips. Liu Xiangyang gently stroked her sweaty back, feeling her gradually calming heartbeat.

"Are you still scared?" he whispered in her ear.

Chen Jie shook her head in his arms, her voice languid and content: "I'm not afraid anymore." She paused, then snuggled closer to him, "As long as you have me in your heart, I'm not afraid of anything." These words warmed Liu Xiangyang's heart more than any vow.

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