Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

The two walked slowly and unknowingly turned to the dormitory building. Zhao Xiaoman stopped and looked up.

"Wait for me a moment."

Liu Xiangyang looked at her, and Zhao Xiaoman let go of his hand, ran a few steps towards the girls' dormitory, then turned back to look at him: "Just for a little while!"

After saying that, he ran inside.

Liu Xiangyang leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a drag, and slowly exhaled, the smoke drifting under the streetlights.

Five or six minutes later, Zhao Xiaoman ran out, carrying a bulging little cloth bag.

She ran up to him, her face flushed, whether from running or something else, it was hard to tell.

"Let's go."

Liu Xiangyang glanced at the bag in her hand.

"What is it?"

Zhao Xiaoman didn't answer, but took his hand and left.

The two then went to the front of the small building. The moonlight shone down, clearly outlining the building's silhouette. Zhao Xiaoman stood there, looking at the familiar window, her face slowly turning red.

Liu Xiangyang glanced at the window as well: "What are you doing here?"

Zhao Xiaoman didn't say anything, but just pulled him upstairs.

The stairwell was dark. She stopped in front of a door; it was the empty hospital room she had given him last time.

Zhao Xiaoman reached out and pushed open the door, pulling Liu Xiangyang inside. The room was still dark, with moonlight streaming in through the window and falling on the empty bed.

Zhao Xiaoman turned around and looked at him. The moonlight shone on her face, making her eyes bright, but her face was flushed.

Liu Xiangyang looked at her and understood something: "Xiaoman..."

Zhao Xiaoman didn't let him finish speaking. She released his hand, lowered her head, and began to unbutton her clothes.

One, two, three.

Liu Xiangyang was stunned, then stepped forward.

What are you doing?

Zhao Xiaoman didn't stop; she took off her coat and threw it on the bed.

Next is the inner jacket.

Under the moonlight, her shoulders were exposed, glowing white.

Liu Xiangyang reached out and pressed her hand down.

"Zhao Xiaoman".

Zhao Xiaoman looked up at him.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, but they shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Xiangyang, I want to give myself to you."

Liu Xiangyang looked at her.

Zhao Xiaoman's voice trembled slightly, but every word was clear:

"I don't care where we are, I only care about you."

Liu Xiangyang remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he reached out, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned.

Liu Xiangyang buried his face in her shoulder, his voice muffled:

I understand how you feel.

Zhao Xiaoman blinked.

"But……"

"No buts." Liu Xiangyang released her, looked into her eyes, and said, "I don't want to take you in a place like this."

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him, her eyes reddening even more.

"I don't care..."

"I care."

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

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned. She looked at him, her lips moved, but she couldn't say anything.

Then she suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Liu Xiangyang held her in his arms and gently patted her smooth, white back. After a while, Zhao Xiaoman stepped out of his embrace.

She looked at him. "Xiangyang, I've thought it through. Wait for me a moment."

She bent down, picked up the coat she had just taken off, and threw it aside.

Then she reached out and began to unbutton his clothes.

Liu Xiangyang was stunned for a moment.

"Xiaoman..."

Zhao Xiaoman ignored him and continued solving the puzzle.

She untied it, took off his coat, and threw it on the bed.

Next is the shirt inside.

Liu Xiangyang raised his hand, but she glared at him and told him to let her do as she pleased.

Zhao Xiaoman took off his shirt, looked at his bare chest, glanced at him shyly, and then kissed him a few times.

Then she squatted down and began to unzip his pants.

Liu Xiangyang held her head and said, "Do you need my help? This time it shouldn't be as difficult as last time..."

Zhao Xiaoman looked up at him and said, "Don't worry about it, I'll do it myself."

She immediately unbuttoned his shirt, took off his belt, patted his feet, and threw his pants aside.

Then her breath hit his legs, and her heartbeat and breathing quickened.

She paused for a moment, then stood up, opened the small cloth bag, and pulled out a neatly folded blanket.

She unfolded the blanket and spread it across the bed along her waist.

Looking at her pale back and her two large, round buttocks, Liu Xiangyang's Adam's apple bobbed.

She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, tilting her head up to look at him with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

The moonlight shone on her; she was shirtless, her face flushed, but her eyes were fixed on him without flinching.

The room was very quiet, except for the deafening sound of the two people's heartbeats.

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him and whispered:

"Xiangyang, are you coming?"

Liu Xiangyang stood there, looking at Zhao Xiaoman under the moonlight.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her upper body bare, the moonlight clearly outlining her silhouette—the curve of her shoulders, the shadow of her collarbone, and the two soft mounds below, gently nodding to him with each breath.

Her face turned bright red, but she stared straight at him.

Liu Xiangyang's Adam's apple bobbed: "Zhao Xiaoman, you're forcing me to commit a crime."

Zhao Xiaoman blinked, a smile playing on her lips: "So, are you going to do it or not?"

Liu Xiangyang walked over, squatted down in front of her, and reached out to hold her ankle.

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned for a moment.

Liu Xiangyang didn't say anything, but lifted her foot and gently took off her shoes.

Then there was another one.

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him, her breathing a little tight.

Liu Xiangyang stepped onto the bed, stood in front of her, reached out and lifted her chin, making her look into his eyes.

"What were you looking at just now? Was it interesting? Do you want to eat it?"

Zhao Xiaoman pursed her lips and whispered, "So ugly." Then she nodded.

Liu Xiangyang pinched her chin, bent down, and kissed her.

He pried open her lips and slipped his hand inside.

Zhao Xiaoman made a soft "hmm" sound, her hand climbed onto his shoulder, her body went limp, and she only managed to stay upright because he was holding her.

He kissed her for a long time, until she was almost out of breath, before Liu Xiangyang finally let go of her.

Zhao Xiaoman was panting, her lips slightly parted, glistening with moisture.

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

"bring it on."

Zhao Xiaoman glanced down, and although she had seen it before, she was still frightened by him.

"Xiangyang, I'm a little scared. Please be gentle with me later."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you have the most perfect first time."

Zhao Xiaoman obediently lay down, her back pressed against the blanket. It was a little cool, and she shivered slightly.

Liu Xiangyang leaned down, one hand supporting himself next to her head, the other hand slowly moving up from her waist.

Zhao Xiaoman's breathing became more and more rapid, her chest heaving, and her two soft mounds swayed with it.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and kissed her.

Zhao Xiaoman exclaimed "Ah!" and grabbed his hair tightly.

Zhao Xiaoman felt her whole body go limp, and she made whimpering sounds, unsure whether she wanted him to stop or continue.