Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

After the movie ended, the two sat in the cinema for a while longer, and only slowly stood up after Zhou Zhiming and the female nurse got up and walked out.

Zhao Xiaoman tugged at Liu Xiangyang's sleeve and whispered, "They're gone."

Liu Xiangyang hummed in agreement, his gaze following the two men's retreating figures until they disappeared through the doorway.

"Let's go too."

After the two left the movie theater, Liu Xiangyang pushed out his bicycle but didn't rush to ride it.

Zhao Xiaoman stood beside him and followed his gaze.

Zhou Zhiming and the female nurse were walking slowly and close together along the street. The woman was carrying a cloth bag, which was swaying back and forth in her hand.

Zhao Xiaoman blinked and turned to look at Liu Xiangyang.

Liu Xiangyang also looked down at her.

The two stared at each other for a second.

Zhao Xiaoman's lips slowly curled into a smile, and she lowered her voice: "What do you want to do?"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything, but what do you want to do?"

"Why are you looking at them if you don't want to do anything?"

Liu Xiangyang didn't say anything, he just looked at her and smiled.

Zhao Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat when he stared at her, but she quickly realized what he meant and her eyes sparkled.

"Do you want to...?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but the expression on her face said it all.

Liu Xiangyang got into the car and patted the back seat.

"Get in the car."

Zhao Xiaoman smiled, sat down sideways, and placed her hand on his waist.

"Liu Xiangyang, I didn't expect you to be so wicked."

Liu Xiangyang pedaled twice, and the car lurched forward.

"Then why did you get in my car? Besides, you were the one who came up with this idea."

Zhao Xiaoman pressed her face against his back, her voice muffled but tinged with laughter:

"Hmph, you're blaming me again. You were planning to go with them anyway."

"But I'm also curious to see what they're up to."

Zhou Zhiming and the woman walked slowly, and Liu Xiangyang didn't dare to get too close, keeping a distance of one street as he rode slowly.

Zhao Xiaoman pressed herself against his back, resting her chin on his shoulder, staring at the backs of the two people in front of her.

"Where are they going?"

"I don't know, just follow them."

"What if they find us?"

Liu Xiangyang chuckled: "You're sticking so close to me, the only reason you're noticed is because your breathing is too heavy."

Zhao Xiaoman pinched his waist.

"You're the one with heavy breathing."

Liu Xiangyang didn't dodge, letting her pinch him.

The two people in front of us turned into an alley.

Liu Xiangyang rode to the alley entrance, stopped, and leaned his bike against the wall.

Zhao Xiaoman jumped out of the car and followed behind him, peering inside.

The alley wasn't deep; it ended in a dead end, piled with broken planks and rotten baskets.

Zhou Zhiming and the woman were standing behind the clutter, mostly hidden from view, with only half of their bodies visible.

The woman had her back to the alley entrance, and Zhou Zhiming pinned her against the wall with her head down.

Zhao Xiaoman lowered her voice, almost whispering, "What are they doing?"

Liu Xiangyang didn't say anything, but pulled her a few steps into the alley and hid behind another pile of junk.

You can see clearly through the cracks in the broken basket.

Zhou Zhiming was leaning down to kiss the woman. The woman looked up, her hands on his shoulders, responding to him.

Zhao Xiaoman's eyes widened.

She had lived for twenty years, and this was the first time she had ever seen a living person do such a thing in front of her.

Her heart was pounding, like she was carrying a rabbit, thumping in her throat.

After kissing for a while, Zhou Zhiming's hands started to wander, moving down from the woman's waist.

Zhao Xiaoman gasped, instinctively raising her hand to cover her mouth, afraid she would scream.

She stepped back and lost her footing.

She leaned back, and before she could scream, she grabbed at the air, but all she could grasp was thin air.

It’s over.

The next second, a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

She bumped into a strong embrace.

The warm, slightly sweaty scent, mixed with the smell of hormones, made her face flush.

His voice came from beside my ear, low and tinged with amusement:

"You'd better be careful, or you'll scare them and then there won't be any fun to watch."

Zhao Xiaoman leaned against him, stunned, and forgot to move.

His hand was still around her waist, he hadn't let go.

Even through the fabric, she could feel the warmth of his palm, burning hot, from her waist all the way to her heart.

She remembered how, in the movie theater, she had mustered up the courage to put her hand on his arm.

My heart was racing back then, but compared to now, it's nothing.

She was now completely nestled in his arms.

I was so close I could hear his breathing, so close I could see the little bit of unshaven stubble on his chin.

Zhao Xiaoman felt like she was about to catch a fire.

She looked up at him—he was staring intently at the end of the alley, a smirk on his face.

I didn't even notice her.

Zhao Xiaoman suddenly got a little angry.

Is she really that insignificant?

She was angry for a second, but then she secretly smiled.

This is good too; he can look over there a little longer, and she can stay in his arms a little longer.

She didn't move.

He didn't move.

His hand was still around her waist.

A faint sound came from the end of the alley, and the woman gave a soft hum.

Zhao Xiaoman's face burned even hotter, but she couldn't bear to move.

A few seconds later, Liu Xiangyang looked down at her.

"Aren't you getting up?"

Zhao Xiaoman then realized what was happening, quickly pulled away from his embrace, stood up straight, and hurriedly straightened her clothes.

Her hair was messy, so she raised her hand to tidy it up, and the base of her ears was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Liu Xiangyang glanced at her, then turned back to continue looking in that direction.

Zhao Xiaoman stood to the side, her heart still pounding.

She stole a glance at him.

The light filtering in from the alleyway outlined the contours of his face, revealing a straight nose and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Xiaoman pursed her lips and lowered her head again.

My palms were sweaty.

When he put his arm around her just now, his hand was on her waist.

The fabric around my waist still looks like it's been ironed.

He took a breath and looked into the alley.

The woman gently pushed Zhou Zhiming and whispered something. Zhou Zhiming didn't stop and started touching her from her waist down.

Zhao Xiaoman blushed and whispered a curse:

"shameless……"

Liu Xiangyang turned to look at her and chuckled softly:

"You've got a free show to watch and you're still cursing?"

Zhao Xiaoman glared at him, then turned back to continue watching.

Zhou Zhiming's hand had already slipped inside the woman's clothes. The woman tilted her head back, biting her lip, and didn't push him away anymore.

Zhao Xiaoman suddenly hissed softly.

Liu Xiangyang looked at her.

Zhao Xiaoman leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"I know who she is."

Liu Xiangyang raised an eyebrow.

Zhao Xiaoman's eyes sparkled with a hint of gossipy excitement: "She's in surgery, her surname is Li. I saw her when I passed by their department last time. Everyone calls her Xiao Li. She's quite pretty. I never expected..."

Liu Xiangyang glanced in that direction again.

Zhou Zhiming was kissing the woman's neck with his head down, and the woman's hands were gripping the back of his clothes tightly.

Zhao Xiaoman tugged at Liu Xiangyang's sleeve, her breathing becoming heavy, and whispered in his ear, "Let's go, stop looking."

Liu Xiangyang glanced at her: "What's wrong? You're just going to skip this free show?"

"What's so interesting about this? If we keep looking, we'll get a sty. Let's go." Zhao Xiaoman's face was flushed, and her chest heaved, making her breasts even more prominent.

Liu Xiangyang glanced at her chest a few more times, and after being glared at by her, he touched his nose and said, "Fine, don't look then. Let's go."

The two tiptoed out of the alley, pushed the cart a short distance, and then stepped onto it.

Zhao Xiaoman sat in the back seat, her hand on his waist, and suddenly laughed.

"Liu Xiangyang, do you think Teacher Zhou would be furious if he knew we saw that...?"

Liu Xiangyang chuckled.

"That depends on whether he knows or not."

Zhao Xiaoman tilted her head and thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Then he definitely doesn't know."

She paused, then leaned close to his ear, her voice soft:

"This is a secret between the two of us."