Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Hearing Chen Jie say, "I've made up my mind," Liu Xiangyang's heart pounded like a drum struck by a hammer. He couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed forward to pull her tightly into his arms!

"What!" The voice was hoarse, carrying a burning sensation.

The icy air was suddenly dispelled. He ripped off his heavy military overcoat and wrapped her inside without a word. The lining of the overcoat still retained his body heat, instantly enveloping the two of them in a warm, isolated little world.

Chen Jie let out a soft groan at his almost domineering action, and then obediently sank into that warmth.

Chen Jie's cheek was pressed against his firm chest, and she could hear his rapid and powerful heartbeat through his sweater. Thump, thump, thump, it made her eardrums tingle and her heart tremble.

My mind went blank for a second; all reason and consideration were swept away by the surging heat.

"My heart warms up at the thought of seeing you, not cold at all," she said nestled in his arms, her voice as soft as melting honey, her hands tightly wrapped around his waist with unusual firmness.

She tilted her head back, snowflakes landing on her trembling eyelashes, but her gaze was dazzlingly bright: "Come home with me."

"Go home!" Liu Xiangyang repeated the words without hesitation, almost through gritted teeth, his hot breath brushing against her scalp.

He bent down, scooped her up with both arms, and lifted her up in his arms. Chen Jie gasped briefly, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist and tightly embracing his neck like a vine clinging to a tree.

The military overcoat was large enough to barely wrap the two of them together, creating a mobile, warm, and private little world.

Liu Xiangyang held her in his arms and strode through the increasingly dense snow.

The weight and warmth of her body penetrated through layers of clothing, and every step she took was like stepping into an unreal, throbbing dizziness.

Fortunately, this section of the road was remote and rarely visited by people; only the heavy snow covered their tracks.

After walking for a while, Chen Jie regained some of her composure, her cheeks flushed, and gently pushed him, saying, "Put me down, there should be people ahead."

Liu Xiangyang reluctantly put her down, his feet sinking into the snow, but his arms suddenly felt empty. They looked at each other, their eyes still warm with lingering affection and a knowing blush of guilt for having done something wrong.

For the rest of the journey, they walked side by side, very close, their arms occasionally touching but quickly separating, as if two invisible currents were coursing between them.

What surges within the silence is something more viscous than words.

Finally, they arrived back at Chen Jie's home. The moment the door closed, it felt as if the entire frigid world was shut out.

She fumbled around and turned on the heater. The machine made a dull starting sound, but the heat didn't spread, and the room remained chilly.

"What are you doing? The heating isn't on yet," Liu Xiangyang said, already sitting on the sofa. His general's overcoat was open, revealing a warm embrace beneath. His eyes held an inviting yet undeniably gentle gaze. "Come here, warm up first."

Chen Jie stood there, looking at his open arms and those burning eyes, and hesitated for only a moment.

She raised her hand and took off her coat, which was slightly damp from the snowflakes, revealing a close-fitting sweater underneath that accentuated her curves.

Then, she walked over step by step, not sitting next to him, but facing him directly, and gently straddled his lap.

This position made her slightly taller than him. She lowered her head, her watery eyes gazing deeply into his, their breaths mingling slightly.

"It's your birthday today," she said, her voice trembling slightly but unusually clear, "I've prepared a gift for you."

Liu Xiangyang's throat tightened. He raised his arms and wrapped her tightly from behind with the lapel of his military overcoat, completely enveloping the two of them in the small world made of fabric, and also blocking out the alluring curves that made his blood boil.

His hands, through her sweater, firmly supported her lower waist; his palms were burning hot. "What is it?"

His voice was hoarse as he looked up, his nose almost touching her chin, his gaze fixed on her rosy lips. "The gift is—you?"

The moment she finished speaking, he clearly felt her tremble violently through his thick woolen coat.

His hand, which had been lightly resting on her waist, suddenly tightened, gripping her firmly with an irresistible force.

The body beneath the fabric was warm and soft, trembling slightly in his palm.

In the cramped space created by the coat, the air seemed to be instantly sucked out and then filled with something else hot and sticky.

He looked at her, silently and stubbornly waiting for an answer with his gaze and the burning heat of his palms.

"……Um."

The syllable was as light as a sigh, yet it was louder than any thunderclap to Liu Xiangyang.

As soon as Chen Jie finished speaking, her entire fair neck flushed a startling red at a visible speed, even more vibrant than her frozen cheeks, spreading all the way into the tightly closed collar of her coat, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to the surface of her skin in that instant.

"What?" he asked, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her chest, his arms tightening around her as if he wanted to meld himself into her body. "Thank you for the gift."

He suddenly buried his burning face in the crook of her neck, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and pressed his chin against her neck, where there was the crispness of the snow and the warm, rich fragrance of her skin.

Liu Xiangyang suddenly stood up, picked her up, turned around, and strode towards the bedroom with quick and steady steps, carrying a resolute determination to break through all obstacles.

As he passed the bedding by the table, he stretched out his long arm, and the Nikon camera appeared in his hand.

"Bang."

He slammed the bedroom door shut with his heel, blocking out the breathtaking view.

All that could be heard was the ripping sound of fabric tearing through the crack in the door.

"Waaah!" Chen Jie cried out, her eyes filled with tears.

"What's wrong? Why are you still..." Liu Xiangyang asked hurriedly, looking at the peach blossom-like patterns.

Chen Jie didn't speak, but shook her head, her hair fluttering and brushing against his chin, before nodding heavily again.

"...Are you done?" he asked.

Liu Xiangyang understood.

What she needed at that moment was a different kind of control, not being asked if she could.

"Why? From now on, only I can come!" he said excitedly.

He stopped asking questions, treating her like a fragile piece of Ru ware white porcelain, even though his own hands were much rougher than her skin.

Her rough hands slid across the smooth porcelain surface, and her body gradually softened. But at a certain moment, she suddenly grabbed his forearm, her nails digging in.

"Ouch... Don't pinch with your nails." He took a breath, but there was no blame in his tone.