Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

"So you don't have a girlfriend right now?" Chen Jie suddenly looked at Liu Xiangyang with intense eyes.

"No, my mom won't let me date here, she's afraid I won't go back," Liu Xiangyang said firmly.

"Really? What about the twin sisters?" Chen Jie pressed.

He was startled, but after carefully recalling the day he dropped off Leqi and Leyao, he realized that he hadn't had any close contact with them in the car, and then he felt relieved.

"It's all mutual attraction, but it hasn't come to that yet." He lied with certainty, without batting an eye.

"You're good to be honest. We won't go to the movie today. I still need to take you to the meeting later. Can you take some photos for me while I change my clothes? You can go out first."

Chen Jie kicked Liu Xiangyang out of the room and closed the door. She touched her face, which felt burning hot. How could she have agreed to his request again, as if possessed by a ghost?

Standing in front of the mirror, carefully examining herself, she thought, "Hmm, I haven't changed much since ten years ago, except that I've become more feminine."

Chen Jie spat lightly at herself, opened the wardrobe, and started rummaging through it.

The door opened, and Liu Xiangyang's eyes lit up.

Chen Jie wore a long black trench coat, exuding a powerful aura. Underneath, a white shirt tightly hugged her voluptuous figure, adding a touch of refined sexiness.

A pair of straight-leg suit trousers accentuated her long, beautiful legs, with a glimpse of semi-transparent black stockings peeking out from beneath the trousers, making her appear both capable and glamorous. ①

Chen Jie's lips curled into a smile: "What are you looking at?"

Liu Xiangyang came to his senses and exclaimed, "You're so beautiful, godmother! You're so beautiful!"

"Great photographer, how do you plan to shoot?" Chen Jie asked with a smile in her eyes.

"Godmother, just assume your usual pose and be natural."

When the camera was pointed at her, Chen Jie was momentarily at a loss. Liu Xiangyang could only step forward and say, "Godmother, sit on the sofa, look at the camera, and rest your chin on your hand."

Chen Jie followed his instructions and performed the actions, but Liu Xiangyang was not very satisfied. He placed his palm on her back and said, "Straighten your back."

"Hmm... okay."

Liu Xiangyang then used both hands to gently pry open her shoulders: "Open your shoulders and pull them back."

"Is it okay now?"

"Good, keep it up."

"Click"

In the viewfinder, Liu Xiangyang captured a stunningly beautiful woman with long legs and black stockings exuding confidence.

After taking a few more pictures of the poses and locations, Liu Xiangyang suggested, "Godmother, let's take a few more pictures in the yard."

"it is good"

"Godmother, lean against the wall, keep your foot on the wall, wait, that's not right." Liu Xiangyang walked over, squatted down, and picked up her foot to put it on the wall.

He stood up and glanced at her, then moved closer to Chen Jie, reaching out to unbutton all the buttons on her trench coat, accidentally touching her ample bosom.

Chen Jie blushed, but said nothing.

"Cough, godmother, grab the coat collar down hard, lift your head, chin towards me, yes, just like that, squint your eyes."

"Click"

"Godmother, you look so beautiful. Tilt your head to the side and look up at the sky. Yes, just like that."

"It's too cold outside," Liu Xiangyang said, pulling Chen Jie's hand into the house. He held her hands in his hands and breathed on them to warm them. "Let's shoot some lifestyle-style photos."

"Okay," Chen Jie said, blushing as Liu Xiangyang held her hand and breathed on it to warm it.

"Take off your coat, it's too formal."

"Okay." Chen Jie took off her coat, and Ollie held up her shirt.

"Let's tie up her hair again." Liu Xiangyang picked up his camera and looked at Chen Jie in the viewfinder, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Godmother, you're too nervous. Gent down your gaze and imagine some of the happiest things."

Chen Jie chuckled lightly, "Do you think I'm not gentle enough?"

"I didn't say that. It's just that your aura is too strong. You're putting on the air of a leader, which doesn't fit the atmosphere."

"But I don't know how," Chen Jie said, giving him a look that suggested he figure it out.

"So, you drink some wine, until you're slightly tipsy, half-drunk, and that gentle feeling will come."

"Is it that troublesome? Let's forget about it then." Chen Jie recalled the awkwardness after they got drunk last time and felt a little resistant.

Seeing her resistance, Liu Xiangyang said, "Since you find it troublesome, godmother, let's change the plan. Do you have any other clothes? We can shoot something else."

"I do have a cheongsam, which my dad gave me when I first came of age. I don't know if I can still fit into it."

Liu Xiangyang's eyes lit up even more when he heard about the cheongsam: "You'll definitely be able to wear it, godmother, you're still a young girl!"

"Sycophant, I'll give it a try." Chen Jie was tempted after hearing Liu Xiangyang's praise.

He walked back to the bedroom, closed the door, and leaned against it, recalling the warmth of his hand on his back and shoulders, and when he unbuttoned his trench coat.

After a while, she took out the cheongsam she had treasured for many years from the closet and spread it on the bed.

My fingers gently caressed the delicate silk of the cheongsam; it was a touch imbued with the passage of time, cool and smooth as water, yet carrying the warmth of memories.

She took off her clothes, looked at the only remaining piece of clothing—a pale white bodice—gritted her teeth, and took it off as well… (I haven't thought of a suitable adjective to pass censorship yet.)

Chen Jie carefully slipped the cheongsam over her head; the silk slid down her skin, fitting her incredibly well.

She turned to look at herself in the dressing mirror. Her waist was still well-fitting, but her chest was fuller and more voluptuous than when she was a girl, creating a soft curve around the buttons. Instead of looking tight, it added a touch of mature charm.

At the slit in the hem, a section of calf covered in transparent black stockings was faintly visible, overlapping with the naive self in my memory, yet completely different.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions surging within her.

She pushed open the door and went out.

Liu Xiangyang was fiddling with his camera when he heard the sound and looked up. In that instant, the admiration and desire in his eyes were undisguised.

It was a cheongsam that perfectly outlined her smooth curves from her neck to her waist and hips, her high bust, her slender waist that seemed impossible to encircle, and the long, shapely legs encased in black stockings that extended from the slit.

"Godmother" Liu Xiangyang's voice was a little hoarse. He cleared his throat and said, "This, this is just too perfect. It's like it was tailor-made for you right now."

His gaze was too direct, too intense; Chen Jie felt as if the skin beneath his gaze was being burned.

She subconsciously raised her hand and gently brushed aside the long hair hanging in front of her chest, a movement that caused her whole body to sway.

"You're such a smooth talker," she muttered softly, unable to hide the hint of pleasure at being acknowledged. "Haven't worn this in years, does it really look alright?"

"Godmother is more than just good, she's absolutely amazing!" Liu Xiangyang exclaimed excitedly, even mispronouncing his words.

Note: ① (Silk stockings already existed during the Republic of China era; this might be one of Chen Jie's treasured possessions.)