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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Qiao Xinxin jumped out of her hard bed.

Today is a big day to check out the shop, so we can't be careless.

She opened the old package she had brought and picked out a plain white polyester shirt, which she paired with a well-tailored light blue knee-length skirt.

Her thick, black hair was skillfully braided into a thick plait, hanging down her long, swan-like neck to her chest.

Without any makeup, she exuded a refreshing and elegant charm unique to the 1980s; her fair and sweet face was like a jasmine flower just touched by dew.

Mother Bai brought out a bowl of freshly cooked cornmeal porridge from the kitchen. Looking at her daughter, who looked completely refreshed, her eyes lit up. She nodded repeatedly in praise, "Great! So radiant! Our Xin Xin is a natural clothes hanger. When going out to discuss business or run errands, she needs to dress presentably so no one looks down on her!"

At this time, Bai Zhengyuan had already gone to the army for morning exercises, and Bai's father had also gone out before dawn to find odd jobs at a nearby construction site, leaving only the mother and daughter at home.

Qiao Xinxin quickly finished a bowl of porridge, ate a multigrain steamed bun, and just picked up her canvas bag to go out.

As soon as the door opened, Qiao Xinxin was stunned.

In the dim light of dawn, Lu Baizhou was already quietly waiting at the entrance of the family dormitory building.

Today, instead of wearing his imposing military green uniform, he changed into a dark blue casual shirt and a pair of crisp black trousers.

Compared to the cold, hard, and austere demeanor he exuded when he wore his military uniform, he now appeared more easygoing and relaxed.

Even so, the man's broad shoulders, long legs, and upright posture, along with the sharp aura of someone who had been tempered in the midst of gunfire and held a high position for a long time, made him hard to ignore.

Hearing the noise, Lu Baizhou raised his deep black eyes, his gaze lingering for a moment on Qiao Xinxin's refreshing outfit, a subtle fluctuation flashing in his eyes.

"Ready?" His deep voice rang out in the morning air, carrying a hint of magnetism.

"Hmm! Brother Lu, you're here really early. Have you had breakfast yet?" Qiao Xinxin walked up to him with a smile, carrying a cloth bag and following him out of the family building.

"have eaten."

As you walk down to the open space, a nearly new "28-inch" bicycle is leaning steadily against the red brick wall.

In the 1980s, this was definitely a "luxury car".

Lu Baizhou took a long stride and easily sat on the high seat. Then, he put one foot on the ground, turned his head to look at Qiao Xinxin standing next to him, and raised his chin slightly: "Get on."

Qiao Xinxin wasn't shy at all. She walked over confidently, straightened her skirt, turned sideways, and gracefully sat down in the back seat.

To maintain her balance, she stretched out her two delicate white hands and carefully, only daring to gently pinch a small piece of fabric from Lu Baizhou's dark blue shirt at his waist with her fingertips.

Feeling the seemingly non-existent force in his waist, Lu Baizhou's handsome brows furrowed slightly.

He couldn't help but think back to that night.

This audacious woman had pinned him down back then.

That's how it is.

That way, like this.

He was not allowed to resist.

Why are you acting like a demure little white rabbit today? This intensity is completely different from that night.

"Hold on tight."

Lu Baizhou snapped out of his thoughts, muttered a few words of advice, and then pushed off with his foot. The old-fashioned bicycle shot out like an arrow, smoothly and quickly leaving the military compound.

In the early morning, the air in the capital is so fresh that it can cleanse your lungs.

Qiao Xinxin sat in the back seat, a gentle breeze brushing her cheeks. She opened her big, curious eyes and looked around with great interest.

At that time, the capital city did not have the towering skyscrapers that would later fill the sky, and the streets were not as wide and congested as they would be decades later.

That unique, vibrant, and energetic charm of the old capital city cannot be replicated no matter how much money is spent decades later.

Lu Baizhou is a very skilled cyclist; he rides fast and steadily.

But just as the bicycle turned the corner—

"Thump!"

The front wheel of the bicycle suddenly ran over a large, protruding rock that was half-buried in the ground!

The entire car body jolted violently upwards instantly!

"what!"

Qiao Xinxin exclaimed in surprise, instantly losing her balance and falling forward uncontrollably!

In the face of crisis, she instinctively stretched her arms forward and, like an octopus, clung tightly to the broad, upright back in front of her!

Her arms tightly gripped the man's strong waist!

"Well……"

Suddenly, a soft mass bumped against his back, followed by a tight, constricting feeling around his waist. A low groan escaped Lu Baizhou's throat.

But his arm muscles tensed instantly, and he gripped the handlebars tightly, managing to stabilize the bike after it shook violently twice.

"Whoosh—" Qiao Xinxin's heart pounded in fright, and she almost thought she was going to be thrown out.

When she came to her senses and realized that she was hugging the man's waist tightly in an extremely intimate manner, her face instantly turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

But immediately afterward, her first reaction wasn't shyness, but rather—

That waist is so strong!!

Even through the thin polyester shirt, she could clearly feel the tight, hot muscles in the man's waist and abdomen, muscles that were full of terrifying explosive power!

As he rode his bike, his well-defined muscles rubbed against the inside of her arm, radiating intense male hormones.

As if possessed, Qiao Xinxin's ten slender white fingers moved unconsciously, gently rubbing against those hard abs.

Swish!

Lu Baizhou's already tense body stiffened instantly like a stone when he felt those two mischievous little fingers!

His knuckles were white as he gripped the handlebars, and a dark glint flickered in his deep eyes.

"Don't move."

The man's slightly hoarse, deep voice, filled with suppressed emotions, drifted into Qiao Xinxin's ears on the wind.

Qiao Xinxin shuddered, swallowed nervously, and instinctively pulled her hand back, but—she didn't let go.

At this moment, she was having a fierce internal struggle: Should she let go? The road was full of potholes, what if she slipped and fell flat on her face? But if she didn't let go? In broad daylight, a young woman like her was clinging to a grown man's waist—this position was far too intimate, far too embarrassing and heart-pounding!

Ultimately, faced with the choice between her safety and her pride, Qiao Xinxin decisively chose the former—she continued to hold him, but promised not to touch him again!

Feeling the soft little hands around his waist finally quiet down, Lu Baizhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His Adam's apple bobbed twice as he forcefully suppressed the strange heat rising in his abdomen, steadied himself, and continued pedaling his bicycle forward.

Sitting in the back seat, Qiao Xinxin leaned against the broad back, listening to the wind, while her mind was racing with calculations.

The feel of this is absolutely amazing!