Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

On Friday morning, when Liu Xiangyang and Zhao Xiaoman arrived at the classroom, Wang Dazhu was already sitting in his seat.

"Xiangyang, why are you guys so late today?" Wang Dazhu asked, his mouth still full of steamed buns.

Liu Xiangyang winked at her, "I ate a little slowly, so I'm late." He then sat down next to her.

Zhao Xiaoman followed behind, walked to her seat, and was about to sit down when she suddenly paused.

She saw the water stains on Lin Xue's stool and table, and thought of what Liu Xiangyang had done to her last night. Her face turned bright red, and she sat down in her seat as if nothing had happened.

Liu Xiangyang turned his head to look at her, and touched her forehead: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why do you feel so hot?"

Zhao Xiaoman ignored him, put the things down, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and was just about to destroy the evidence when Lin Xue pushed the door open and came in.

Lin Xue wore a white shirt and light blue pants today, which perfectly showed off her good figure. Her hair was tied up neatly. She walked to her seat and sat down.

The moment her bottom touched the chair, she sprang up abruptly, bracing herself on the table with one hand and reaching behind her with the other. Turning around, she looked at the few people in the classroom, her voice rising an octave: "Who got my chair wet?"

Wang Dazhu looked up, his face blank: "Huh? What's wet?"

Lin Xue ignored him, reached out and touched the stool again; her hand was wet. She then touched the table, which was also wet.

She pulled her hand back, brought it to her nose and smelled it. A salty, fishy smell hit her nostrils, making her tilt her head back.

Lin Xue's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "Who's so wasteful? They didn't finish the seafood soup, but poured it onto my chair?"

Wang Dazhu leaned over for a look, then scratched his head.

"No, who drinks seafood soup so early in the morning? Eating that well?"

Lin Xue stood there, a small wet patch on the back of her pants clinging to her body, feeling chilly. Her face flushed red, both angry and embarrassed, and she frantically searched for something to cover herself.

Zhao Xiaoman heard Lin Xue's voice and her face turned red to the roots of her neck. She twisted the handkerchief in her hand into a pretzel shape.

Lin Xue's gaze swept over her, lingering on her face for two seconds, and Zhao Xiaoman lowered her head even further.

Just then, a coat was suddenly handed to Lin Xue. Lin Xue was stunned for a moment and looked up.

Liu Xiangyang stood next to her, holding his coat in his hand: "Put this on first, then go back to the dorm to change your pants. Otherwise, class is about to start, and we won't have time. It'll take up the whole morning."

Lin Xue was stunned.

Liu Xiangyang shoved his coat into her hands: "Go on, do you want me to come with you?"

Lin Xue looked down at the coat, then looked up at him, her lips moved, and she whispered, "Thank you."

She quickly took the coat from behind her, wrapped it around her waist to cover the wet area, and walked briskly outside.

The instant she let go, Liu Xiangyang, thanks to his quick reflexes and good eyesight, saw her round, plump breasts, which had swallowed some cloth. Liu Xiangyang instantly gave her a slight salute.

Lin Xue walked to the door, then turned back to look at Liu Xiangyang: "Liu Xiangyang, I... I've washed it clean and returned it to you."

Liu Xiangyang waved his hand and said, "Okay, go back and change your pants first."

Lin Xue pushed open the door and ran out.

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then became lively again. Everyone was talking about how the cafeteria didn't sell seafood soup in the morning, so where did this seafood soup come from?

Wang Dazhu scratched his head, looking at Liu Xiangyang with a confused expression.

"Xiangyang, tell me what happened? Who would leave the perfectly good seafood soup untouched and pour it all onto Lin Xue's seat?"

Liu Xiangyang looked at Zhao Xiaoman and said, "Oh dear, who knew? What a pity, such good food was thrown away before we even got to eat it."

"Who says otherwise?" Wang Dazhu chimed in.

As soon as Liu Xiangyang returned to his seat, a hand reached out and pinched his waist hard.

Liu Xiangyang gasped, turning his head to see that Zhao Xiaoman's hand had twisted his waist almost 180 degrees. He quickly grabbed her hand and begged for mercy, "Gently, gently, you're going to twist my flesh off."

Zhao Xiaoman was staring at the laptop, her face flushed, but she didn't loosen her grip at all; instead, she twisted it again.

Liu Xiangyang took her hand, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You women are really made of water. I didn't expect the stool to still be wet after all this time."

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, her face turned even redder, and she increased the pressure on her hands.

Liu Xiangyang hissed and quickly begged for mercy.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Zhao Xiaoman glared at him, loosening her grip a little, but not completely letting go.

"What did you do wrong?"

Liu Xiangyang looked at her, a smile in his eyes.

"The mistake was telling the truth."

Zhao Xiaoman was about to pinch him again, but Liu Xiangyang quickly held her hand down.

"No, no, no, you were really wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"Was it wrong to give the coat to Lin Xue?" he said, carefully observing her expression.

"Hmph, 'You wrap yourself up first, then go back and change your pants before you come back.'" Zhao Xiaoman mimicked Liu Xiangyang's words, and put more effort into her hands.

"Ouch, be gentle, be gentle, the leather is coming off, you saw it yourself, her pants are soaking wet, how am I going to get back and change if I don't give her a jacket?"

Zhao Xiaoman stared at him without saying a word.

Liu Xiangyang leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Jealous?"

Zhao Xiaoman blushed and turned her head away: "Who's jealous?"

Liu Xiangyang laughed: "If you're not jealous, then why did you pinch me?"

Zhao Xiaoman turned back and stared at him: "Why did you take off your coat for her?"

Liu Xiangyang blinked and looked at her innocently: "Didn't you see? Her pants were wet."

Zhao Xiaoman bit her lip: "Can't you let someone else take it off? Wang Dazhu is here too, why are you meddling in other people's business?"

Liu Xiangyang looked at her with a mischievous grin, grabbed her hand to stop her from pinching him, and then whispered, "Isn't that our doing? And who told you to leave so many on the chair? I'm the one who has to clean up this mess."

Zhao Xiaoman gasped for breath, choked by his words. She tried to pinch him harder, but Liu Xiangyang held her hand, preventing her from moving.

Zhao Xiaoman frowned at him, stammering, "Then...then...anyway, you can't just give her the coat."

Liu Xiangyang looked around and saw that everyone was talking about the seafood soup. Wang Dazhu was also shouting loudly there. No one paid attention to them. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips: "Are you satisfied now?"

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned. She knew Liu Xiangyang was bold, but she didn't expect him to be this bold as to kiss her in broad daylight. She was so frightened that she quickly looked around and only felt relieved when she found that no one was paying attention to them.

Then she felt an immense happiness. Liu Xiangyang dared to kiss her so openly, which meant he cared about her. Her lips curled up wide, and she relaxed her movements, even pulling open his clothes to rub his reddened skin.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts so much! It hurts so much! You've pinched my skin off!"

"What should we do then? Should I let you twist it back?"

"How could I bear to pinch you?" Liu Xiangyang's eyes darted around as he whispered a few words to her.

Zhao Xiaoman spat at him, her face turning as red as a monkey's bottom, but she still nodded slightly and made a soft "hmm" sound.