Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Liu Xiangyang didn't stop; he ran his fingers across her stomach and then down to comb her hair.

Zhao Xiaoman froze.

Liu Xiangyang looked up at her.

Are you scared?

Zhao Xiaoman bit her lip and shook her head.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and kissed her.

"Don't be afraid, relax. The more nervous and scared you are, the more your muscles will tense up. Did you forget what we talked about in class?"

Zhao Xiaoman's breathing became increasingly heavy, and her feet unconsciously closed together.

Liu Xiangyang blocked her way and kissed her: "Relax, I've got you covered."

Zhao Xiaoman blushed as red as paper and buried her face in the pillow.

Liu Xiangyang gently kissed her neck, her collarbone, and her...

After a while, seeing that she was slowly relaxing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Xiaoman began to make sounds, soft and delicate, like a cat's meow.

Liu Xiangyang's Adam's apple bobbed again as he heard the voice.

He took the white handkerchief from the bedside and laid it under her.

Zhao Xiaoman glanced at it dazedly and paused for a moment.

"This is……"

Liu Xiangyang didn't say anything, but leaned down and kissed her again.

Zhao Xiaoman frowned, gripping his arm tightly until her nails dug in.

Zhao Xiaoman's brows slowly relaxed, and she began to make that sound again, softer and more seductive than before.

Liu Xiangyang's breathing became heavier and heavier.

The bed creaked and groaned, its sound mingling with Zhao Xiaoman's cries, making it especially clear in the quiet night.

After an unknown amount of time, Liu Xiangyang looked at Zhao Xiaoman, who was struggling to breathe, her chest heaving like a bellows.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were watery, and her lips were slightly parted with bite marks on them.

Liu Xiangyang reached out and brushed the stray hairs stuck to her face: "Are you alright?"

Zhao Xiaoman pursed her lips and shook her head.

Then he nodded again.

Liu Xiangyang smiled.

"What does this mean? Does it hurt or not?"

Zhao Xiaoman glared at him, but her eyes were full of tears and had no power at all.

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Zhao Xiaoman lay still, watching him.

Liu Xiangyang reached out and pulled out the white handkerchief from under her.

The moonlight shone on the handkerchief, on which a red plum blossom was in full bloom.

Zhao Xiaoman glanced at it, and her face turned red again.

Liu Xiangyang folded the handkerchief and put it into her small cloth bag.

As Zhao Xiaoman watched his actions, her eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

"Towards the sun..."

Liu Xiangyang turned to look at her.

Zhao Xiaoman didn't say anything, she just extended her hand.

Liu Xiangyang took her hand, lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms.

Zhao Xiaoman buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled:

"I'm yours now."

Liu Xiangyang lowered his head and kissed her sweaty forehead.

"It has been like that for a long time."

The next morning, when Liu Xiangyang opened his eyes, it was already daylight.

The dormitory was quiet. Wang Dazhu was still snoring, and Li Jianshe and Chen Weidong were also silent. Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a bright yellow glow on the floor.

He didn't move, he just lay there, his consciousness sinking into the space.

In one corner of the space, the number of white handkerchiefs with plum blossom prints had increased to ten, the plum blossoms on them being strikingly red.

After watching for a while, Liu Xiangyang's lips slowly curled up. He still had to work hard; there was still a beautiful flower in the village waiting for him to pick it.

"Towards the sun?"

Wang Dazhu's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Liu Xiangyang opened his eyes and saw Wang Dazhu lying by his bedside with a sly smile on his face.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you laughing so lewdly?"

Liu Xiangyang glanced at him: "What I think is none of your business."

Wang Dazhu chuckled, leaned closer, and lowered his voice:

"What time did you get back last night? You weren't even here when I went to sleep."

Liu Xiangyang remained silent.

Wang Dazhu's eyes lit up: "Liu Xiangyang, you're up to something!"

Liu Xiangyang sat up and gave him a push on the head.

"Get out of my way, I need to get dressed."

Wang Dazhu was pushed away, but then he came closer, looking all gossipy:

"Is it related to Zhao Xiaoman...?"

Liu Xiangyang glanced at him and nodded to the others.

Wang Dazhu felt uneasy under his gaze and sheepishly shrank back, saying, "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore." But his expression clearly said, "I know everything."

When the two finished washing up and arrived at the cafeteria, it was already crowded and noisy.

Liu Xiangyang found an empty seat with his rice bowl in hand. Just as he sat down, he saw Zhao Xiaoman walk in from the door.

She walked a little slowly today, step by step, which was different from usual.

Liu Xiangyang looked at her, his eyes full of concern.

Zhao Xiaoman saw him too, her face flushed slightly, she nodded to indicate that she was alright, and carried the food toward him.

Wang Dazhu, who was standing nearby, also saw it, paused for a moment, and muttered to himself:

"What's wrong with Xiaoman's walking today?"

When Zhao Xiaoman walked to the table and sat down opposite them, Wang Dazhu leaned over and asked her, "Xiaoman, what happened to your leg? Are you lame?"

Zhao Xiaoman's face flushed red, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

Liu Xiangyang spoke up from the side:

"Well, Xiaoman accidentally bumped into a pillar, so her arm is a little swollen."

Wang Dazhu blinked: "Where did you bump into? Is it serious? Should we ask Teacher Sun to take a look during class this morning?"

Liu Xiangyang glanced at Zhao Xiaoman: "It's alright, I've already taken care of it for her."

Wang Dazhu said "Oh," and lowered his head to eat his rice, but he still looked up at Zhao Xiaoman from time to time, and then at Liu Xiangyang: "Xiangyang, how did you help Xiaoman reduce the swelling? Teach me too, the villagers are also easily bumped when doing farm work. If I learn, I can help the people in our village."

Zhao Xiaoman kept her head down the whole time, her ears were bright red, and when she heard Wang Dazhu's words, she spat out all the food in her mouth.

Seeing Zhao Xiaoman's reaction, Wang Dazhu was stunned for a moment: "Xiaoman, what's wrong? Why are you reacting so strongly?"

As Zhao Xiaoman gathered up the rice grains that had scattered on the table, she tried to suppress her laughter, her face turning bright red.

"Just eat your food, can't this shut you up?" Liu Xiangyang patted Wang Dazhu on the shoulder.

"I just wanted to learn something useful, didn't I?" Wang Dazhu shrank his neck and muttered to himself.

In the morning, it was Sun Famiao's class.

The old man carried an enamel mug to the podium, glanced around the classroom, and cleared his throat.

"I have something to say before class begins." The room fell completely silent.

Sun Famiao took a sip of water and smacked his lips.

"You all know about Zhou Zhiming's matter. Investigate it and deal with it as it should be. It has nothing to do with you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "You've come here to learn skills, in response to the Chairman's call, to learn skills to serve the villagers. So focus your attention, attend the lectures, and read the books. Don't let yourselves be distracted."

Someone below quietly replied, "I understand."

Sun Famiao nodded and then said:

"The hospital has already arranged new teachers for you, and they will start teaching in a couple of days. You won't fall behind in the Western medicine part."

He opened the lecture notes.

"Alright, class is in session. Turn to page XX in your handouts. Today we'll be teaching..."