20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3861 4 years

Chapter 3861 Four Years
Lin Xiaojie lay quietly on Zhao Chang'an's body, tears streaming down her face, dripping onto Zhao Chang'an's shoulder.

"You haven't been drinking much water these past few days, so why are you still crying so much?"

With scientific rigor, Zhao Chang'an questioned Lin Xiaojie in the dark room.

Not only were all the lights off in the room, but the curtains were also drawn thickly, making it pitch black.

The two sensed each other's bodies in the most primal way.

"I...I don't know~"

Lin Xiaojie sobbed, her voice delicate and beautiful, like a wounded lark crying blood: "I didn't mean anything by it, I just couldn't help but cry, just leave me alone."

Zhao Chang'an placed his large hands on her smooth waist and hips, one hand stroking her lower back and the other gently patting her bottom, saying, "How can I not care about you? Of course I have to. Shall I sing you a lullaby to lull you to sleep?"

"But I can't sleep. I'm not a child who needs to be coaxed to sleep."

Lin Xiaojie said, her voice trembling, "I'm sorry, my tears have wet you, but I couldn't help it."

"It's okay, you can cry if you want to, I understand."

Zhao Chang'an generously said, "You'll get through this. Every woman has to have a first time."

"Zhao Chang'an, will you treat me well?"

Lin Xiaojie felt Zhao Chang'an's pounding heartbeat, and was gently slapped on the buttocks by him. She was a little dazed by his strong masculine hormones and timidly whispered her worries.

"Of course I will. You are my woman. If a man can't even treat his woman well, is he still a man?"

Zhao Chang'an spoke with unwavering resolve, his voice carrying an undeniable force.

At this point, a man must be very tough and resolute in answering this question.

"Am I... your woman?"

Lin Xiaojie hesitated a bit before speaking, but at the moment they were fully united, she was already dizzy and forgot about Liu Shilin, that heartless man, and her heart was only filled with the anxious and uncertain Zhao Chang'an.

Although it's called a doctor-patient relationship, that's just self-deception. What kind of doctor-patient relationship is that?
"If you're not my woman, then what are we now!"

Experienced players understand the complex emotions and anxieties of a newlywed woman like Lin Xiaojie, who is highly insecure and sensitive. They can only use vows of eternal love and sweet words to calm her mind and prevent her from becoming disoriented.

Lin Xiaojie admitted it to herself, but even in the dark, she was too shy to say anything.

However, the tears finally stopped, and a slightly tingling, itchy, sour, and sweet feeling slowly emerged in my heart.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Chang'an suddenly reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, wall lamp, ceiling lamp, and corridor lamp in the room.

The entire room was brightly lit and dusty.

Lin Xiaojie was so frightened that she tensed up and closed her eyes tightly.

"Open your eyes and see if your man is handsome or not."

Zhao Chang'an said to Lin Xiaojie with a smile.

"I do not."

Lin Xiaojie was overcome with shyness, her voice carrying a coquettish tone.

"Listen to me, just take a look."

Zhao Chang'an persisted, reaching out to gently grab Lin Xiaojie's chest: "Your man is quite good-looking." Lin Xiaojie hesitated for a long time before finally raising her head slightly under Zhao Chang'an's urging, her face flushed as she quietly opened her eyes to look at Zhao Chang'an's face.

When she met Zhao Chang'an's half-smiling eyes, she was startled again and wanted to close her eyes and look away, but a voice in her heart told her not to close her eyes and not to look away, because this man would be her support and partner in the future.

So, the two looked into each other's eyes, their gazes gradually becoming more intimate, while Lin Xiaojie's heart pounded and her breathing became rapid.

"Is your husband good-looking? Is he handsome?"

Zhao Chang'an asked with a smile.

Lin Xiaojie couldn't resist the question and involuntarily closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling like cicada wings in the summer breeze. She let out a soft "hmm" in agreement.

Zhao Chang'an rolled over and pinned her beneath him. Her weight of less than 100 pounds made her light, delicate, and easy to handle. He lowered his head and kissed her.

"pain--"

Lin Xiaojie only managed to utter one word in a panic before her mouth was covered. Her eyes widened in confusion, then slowly closed again in a state of blissful fascination.

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Lin Xiaojie had her back to Zhao Chang'an, her back pressed tightly against his chest. Zhao Chang'an's strong and powerful hands held the petite Lin Xiaojie tightly, while one hand pressed against her lower abdomen, making the two of them even closer together.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are, all the little things in the world, shining brightly in the sky—"

True to his word, Zhao Chang'an gently sang nursery rhymes to Lin Xiaojie.

Before she knew it, Lin Xiaojie, with a sweet smile on her lips, finally fell asleep.

This is the great power of the place closest to the soul, as Eileen Chang said. Even though Lin Xiaojie deeply loved Liu Shilin before, after Zhao Chang'an opened her heart, Lin Xiaojie may not be able to say that she deeply loved Zhao Chang'an, but she already considered him her man.

Women in this era are far less independent than women in the future. Having witnessed their parents' marriages, they still subconsciously carry the deep-seated imprint of the idea that "a woman should follow her husband wherever he goes."

Then Zhao Chang'an also had complete control over Lin Xiaojie, possessing all the rights a husband could exercise over his wife at will.

Holding the delicate and boneless Lin Xiaojie in his arms, Zhao Chang'an couldn't help but think of Li Shiya, who was still undergoing intensive training in Yanjing.

In fact, Zhao Chang'an knew that he was reluctant to use any means against her. If he had used some means, Li Shiya would have become his woman long ago. He could have used the principle of "a gentleman does not use tools" to repeatedly cleanse her of her sense of independence and make her completely submit to him.

Zhao Chang'an can now confirm that Li Shiya in her previous life may not have cheated on him, and may not have liked any other man, but she definitely did not truly love him.

That kind of physiological rejection is impossible to fake!

The most recent time in this life was when Li Changsuo finally confirmed his relationship with Liu Shan and got engaged. On the way back to Mingzhu with Li Shiya in the car, Zhao Chang'an thought Li Shiya was asleep, so he secretly held her small hand for more than ten minutes.

At that time, Li Shiya pretended to be asleep and did not resist, but her breathing became rapid and her palms were sweaty, which betrayed her nervousness.

This was also the closest Zhao Chang'an had been to Li Shiya in the four years since his soul transmigrated, and the most intimate time he had ever been with her.

Although Wen Ye forbade Zhao Chang'an from making any sudden movements, it was easier said than done. In the end, Zhao Chang'an couldn't restrain himself and only managed to move slowly, like a snail crawling.

Moreover, it was only a superficial attempt with a displacement of less than one centimeter, and he was quite proud of his cleverness in using this unconventional approach.

"Shh~"

A light rain started falling outside the window sometime during the early spring of 02.

It is 3 a.m. on March 6, 02. It will be exactly four years since Zhao Chang'an's soul transmigrated here.

It can be said that through four years of hard work and effort, Zhao Chang'an completely rewrote his destiny, becoming someone his previous self could only look up to and be unattainable.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Chang'an, who claimed he wouldn't sleep, eventually drifted off to sleep, inhaling the pleasant fragrance of the woman in his arms.
(End of this chapter)

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