Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

A surge of heat rose in Lu Ting's heart. Looking at his delicate wife, he swallowed hard. "Mianmian, you...you shouldn't do this..."

Seeing the rough man's discomfort, Jiang Mian became even more audacious. She stood on tiptoe, lifted the man's chin with one hand, and said, "Don't... what's wrong?"

Lu Ting's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the urge to punish the little vixen on the spot. He turned around and ran downstairs, saying, "I'll go boil some water for you."

Watching the man flee in disarray, Jiang Mian's lips curled into a slight smile. "Honey, I'm definitely taking a bath together today!"

Although the small villa had an old-fashioned gas water heater, Jiang Mian had just tried it and it was already broken.

She went up to the second-floor railing and looked down.

Lu Ting found a few leftover red bricks in the corner of the yard and quickly built a temporary "field stove" on the open ground.

Immediately afterwards, the axe that had just been used to repair the armchair was swung up again.

"Snap!"

Those few pieces of dilapidated furniture that Jiang Mian disliked for being ugly and were indeed beyond repair were transformed into excellent firewood.

With a flick of the match, a red flame leaped up in the night, illuminating Lu Ting's sharply defined profile—robust, focused, and exuding a reassuringly fierce aura.

Jiang Mian was quite engrossed in watching.

These days, most men still adhere to male chauvinism and act like the boss at home.

That is, Lu Ting, a tough guy who can fight wild boars with his bare hands, is willing to work as a cook here so that his wife can take a bath.

Before long, steam began to rise from the water in the large iron pot.

Lu Ting then found two large tin buckets that were originally used to store miscellaneous items, washed them clean, and filled them with boiling water.

He lifted a water bucket weighing over a hundred pounds in each hand, his arm muscles bulging instantly, and the veins coiled like writhing dragons on his bronze skin.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Heavy, forceful footsteps echoed on the stairs.

Lu Ting moved with incredible speed, the two large buckets of water feeling as light as a feather in his hands.

"Splash—"

Hot water poured into the white porcelain bathtub, creating a misty white vapor.

One trip, two trips, three trips...

Lu Ting was like a tireless machine, running around like a tap on this cool autumn night.

By the time the bathtub was filled to about seven-tenths full, Lu Ting's shirt was already soaked.

Sweat dripped down his strong chin, and his shirt clung tightly to his body, outlining the full contours of his chest muscles and the firm lines of his abdomen.

Jiang Mian sat on the small stool next to him, stretched out a finger, and poked his stiff arm.

"Honey, aren't you tired?"

Lu Ting, panting heavily, wiped the sweat from his forehead. His dark eyes shone with an alarming intensity. "I'm not tired. As long as you're comfortable, I'm not tired."

He genuinely didn't feel tired.

Looking into his wife's big, watery eyes, Lu Ting felt like he had inexhaustible energy.

"I've tested the water temperature, go and take a shower."

Lu Ting's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze shifted somewhat uncomfortably from the delicate white skin at Jiang Mian's collar, his voice slightly hoarse.

"The door lock is broken and can't be closed, but I'll stay at the door and keep watch, so don't be afraid."

This is the sense of security unique to the rugged men of the 80s.

Jiang Mian smiled, thinking to herself, "I don't need you to stay home with me."

But after a moment's thought, she grabbed a vest from Lu Ting's bag, smiled, and went into the bathroom, closing the worn wooden door behind her.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The sound was amplified infinitely in the silent night, like tiny feathers, constantly tickling Lu Ting's heart through the door.

He sat on the ground with his back against the door, one long leg bent.

"Splash—"

The sound of water inside grew louder, as if someone had crawled into the bathtub.

"Honey~"

Jiang Mian's soft, resonant voice suddenly came through the door, carrying a damp, humid scent.

Lu Ting froze, almost jumping up. "Wha...what's wrong? Is the water cold?"

"No, the water temperature is just right."

In the bathroom, Jiang Mian comfortably buried herself in the warm water, mischievously staring at her reflection in the door panel.

"I can't get a good scrub on my back... Honey, could you come in and scrub my back for me?"

Lu Ting, standing outside the door, held his breath, a surge of anger rising within him once more.

That face, which had originally been red from working, was now so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Images of Xu Lingjun and Li Xiuzhi from "The Herdsman" uncontrollably surfaced in my mind, then automatically replaced by Jiang Mian's alabaster-like skin...

"No...no."

Lu Ting gripped the seam of his trousers tightly, his knuckles turning white, his voice hoarse as if he had walked in the desert for three days and three nights.

"You...you can wash it yourself, you can reach it."

"Hmph, coward."

A soft hum came from the bathroom, followed by a faint humming sound, accompanied by the splashing of water.

Lu Ting closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the raging fire within him by silently reciting military regulations.

But that didn't work at all.

This was even more agonizing than waiting at the border for three days and three nights.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water finally stopped.

"Squeak—"

The wooden door opened.

A warm, humid scent, carrying the aroma of soap, wafted towards me.

Lu Ting subconsciously looked up, his breath catching in his throat.

Jiang Mian was wearing his white vest.

A large men's vest hung loosely on her body, the hem barely covering her upper thighs, revealing two straight, shapely, and fair calves.

Her skin, freshly steamed with hot water, glowed with an alluring pink hue. Her long, wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, water droplets sliding down the ends and disappearing into the suggestive shadows around her neckline.

"Are you stunned?"

Jiang Mian was barefoot, her toes round and cute, and she made no sound when she stepped on the wooden floor, like a little fairy who had just taken human form.

Lu Ting suddenly stood up, his movement so abrupt that he bumped into the door frame behind him.

"No...no..." He stammered, his eyes unsure where to look, finally settling on Jiang Mian's feet. "The floor is cold, go to bed."

When the bed was mentioned, Lu Ting's face fell again.

There's no bed here.

All that remained in the bedroom was a bare wooden bed frame.

The original palm fiber mattress had long since become moldy and rotten, and he had just thrown it away; he hadn't had time to buy a new one yet.

Jiang Mian didn't care at all; instead, she watched the man's embarrassment with great interest.

"Honey, you're covered in sweat, go take a shower."