Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xiaoman huddled in the shadows of the stairwell, barely daring to breathe.

Only after the footsteps completely disappeared did the two slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Xiaoman covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling violently, her face flushed red, and she was almost laughing to tears.

Liu Xiangyang looked down at her and couldn't help but smile.

Zhao Xiaoman said in a breathy voice, "Three minutes..."

Zhao Xiaoman stared at Liu Xiangyang with her big, watery eyes: "Xiangyang, you're not going to be like Zhou Zhiming, all show and no substance—just a three-minute wonder, are you?"

Liu Xiangyang was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed, a dangerous laugh: "Zhao Xiaoman, you're playing with fire."

Zhao Xiaoman blinked, still smiling, but took a half step back.

"I... Xiangyang, I was just saying it casually..."

Liu Xiangyang grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Just saying whatever you want? You can say whatever you want about me, but you can't question this aspect of my work. I'm going to make you cry and beg me to let you go later."

Zhao Xiaoman was pulled into his arms by him, her heart pounding, but she still stubbornly said, "What, can't I say it? I even cried and begged you. Don't be like Zhou Zhiming, a braggart."

Liu Xiangyang looked down at her, his eyes flashing brightly. He pulled her toward the door in the corridor.

Zhao Xiaoman was being dragged along by him, and she whispered, "Where are we going?"

Liu Xiangyang turned to look at her: "Let me show you why Lord Ma has three eyes."

Liu Xiangyang led her to the door of a house, but it was locked and he couldn't open it.

He twisted the doorknob, used his mental power to open the latch, and the door opened with a soft "click."

He pushed open the door and pulled Zhao Xiaoman inside.

The room was pitch black, but with the light coming in from the corridor, it was vaguely visible that it was an empty hospital room.

There was a bed, a table, and two sofas, with the window covered by curtains.

As soon as Zhao Xiaoman stood up, Liu Xiangyang pushed her down onto the sofa, and the two of them bounced back from the sofa's springs.

His kiss landed, fierce and urgent, giving Zhao Xiaoman no chance to catch her breath.

Zhao Xiaoman made a soft "hmm" sound, then went limp in his arms, her hands clinging to his shoulders, and tilting her head up in response.

Liu Xiangyang's hands were not idle; he reached up from her waist and unbuttoned her shirt.

One, two, three.

Zhao Xiaoman's breathing became heavier and heavier, and she clung to him.

Liu Xiangyang's kiss moved away from her lips, down her chin, onto her neck, her collarbone, and onto her full, muscular body.

Zhao Xiaoman tilted her head back, grabbed his hair with her hand, and let out a soft hum.

His fingers traced her skin, touching something warm and soft.

He picked her up and placed her on the bed, pressing his entire body against hers. By the moonlight filtering through the curtains, Liu Xiangyang looked at Zhao Xiaoman's delicate face.

Liu Xiangyang's hand slipped inside the undergarment, climbed up the waves, and scraped it with his fingernail.

Zhao Xiaoman trembled, and a muffled groan escaped her lips.

She pushed her away weakly, "Xiangyang, let me catch my breath."

Liu Xiangyang stopped, looked up at her, and said, "Now you're scared, you regret it?"

"I don't regret it, I just can't breathe, let me catch my breath first," Zhao Xiaoman said stubbornly, panting.

The room was dark, so I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could see that her eyes were bright and watery, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed heavily.

"I like your stubbornness. Don't beg for mercy later." After saying that, he slid his penis inside her waistband.

He stretched out his hands, and his trousers slid down to her knees.

Zhao Xiaoman blushed and grabbed her pants waistband to stop them from slipping down: "Xiangyang, wait."

"What? Not being stubborn anymore?" Liu Xiangyang's breathing was also heavy. He had been holding it in for five days, and had just listened to an erotic play. He was about to burst.

"No, I'm...I'm..." Zhao Xiaoman's face turned bright red. "I wasn't ready, it was too fast."

He looked at her for several seconds, then suddenly let go and pulled her open shirt up.

Zhao Xiaoman gripped her trousers with one hand and her clothes with the other: "Xiangyang, give me some time."

Liu Xiangyang didn't say anything, he just hugged her and buried his face in her chest.

His heart was pounding so fast it was frightening.

Zhao Xiaoman felt the heat from his body, and something else, something hard.

She blushed and gently stroked his back: "Xiangyang... give me some time."

Liu Xiangyang looked up at her and said, "Yes, it was my fault for not controlling myself. I couldn't do it here the first time."

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned for a moment.

Liu Xiangyang reached out and tucked her stray hairs behind her ear.

"Your first time shouldn't be in a place like this."

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him, and her eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

She didn't say anything, but just hugged him and buried her face in his chest.

The two of them just hugged each other, neither of them saying a word.

After a while, Zhao Xiaoman felt that he was still the same, hard as ever, and she could feel it even through his clothes.

She looked up and asked softly, "Are you... still feeling unwell?"

Liu Xiangyang smiled, a little helplessly: "What do you think?"

Zhao Xiaoman blinked, blushed, but didn't flinch.

"Then... what should we do?"

Liu Xiangyang looked at her helplessly, his eyes burning with anger.

Zhao Xiaoman bit her lip, her voice even softer: "Do you have any way... to make you feel less uncomfortable?"

Zhao Xiaoman lowered her head, her ears turning bright red.

Liu Xiangyang looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"have."

Zhao Xiaoman looked up at him.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and whispered a few words in her ear.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaoman's face flushed red, all the way to the roots of her neck.

She stared at him, and after a long pause, finally managed to stammer, "Is this even possible?"

Liu Xiangyang just looked at her, a smile in his eyes: "Of course you can, I'll be very comfortable too."

Zhao Xiaoman bit her lip and whispered, "But...I don't know how."

Liu Xiangyang pulled her onto his lap.

"Come on, I'll teach you. First, get down and squat down."

Zhao Xiaoman got off the hospital bed, came to him, and squatted down. The moment her hand touched him, she subconsciously wanted to pull it back.

Liu Xiangyang pressed her down, saying, "Don't be afraid."

Zhao Xiaoman blushed deeply, her voice trembling: "Who...who's afraid?"

"Then why are you shaking?"

"I...I'm so nervous."

"It's normal to be nervous. Everyone is nervous the first time. You won't be nervous once you get used to it."

Zhao Xiaoman lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Liu Xiangyang reached out and tucked her stray hairs behind her ear.

"Look at me."

Zhao Xiaoman raised her head, her eyes watery, her face flushed.

Looking at her smug expression, Liu Xiangyang lowered his voice and said, "If you don't want to, that's fine. I can take my time."

She looked at him for several seconds, then bit her lip and whispered, "I didn't say I didn't want to, it's just... I don't know how."

Zhao Xiaoman lowered her head, her voice even softer: "It's just... you have to teach me."

He took her hand and slowly said, "Untie it first."

Zhao Xiaoman's hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't untangle it after trying for a long time.

She got impatient and glared at him, "Who designed these pants? The buttons are so hard to undo!"

Liu Xiangyang was amused by her: "It's my fault, I'll find an easier solution later."

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