Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Six bottles of red wine were unknowingly consumed by the three of them.

Even though they all possessed extraordinary abilities, no one used their powers to force the alcohol to drink that night—they just wanted to enjoy themselves and be carefree.

Before they knew it, most of the delicacies cooked with the flesh and blood of soul beasts on the table had been eaten by the three of them.

Even though they were wolfing down their food, the three of them had no appetites, their stomachs showed no signs of distension, but rather felt increasingly light and refreshed.

At the same time, a slight flush appeared on the faces of the three of them—their eyes shimmered, their breathing softened, and even their fingertips felt warm.

The two girls, who had previously maintained a cool and aloof demeanor, now seemed to thaw like spring water, their eyebrows and eyes unconsciously relaxing and softening, revealing a touch of languid charm and allure.

The air was thick with the effects of alcohol, emotions were stirring, and a sweet yet burning scent filled the room.

Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing moved toward Lin Quan at the same time, their skirts fluttering and their hair swaying slightly, their figures seemingly being pulled by invisible threads.

Lin Quan smelled the faint fragrance emanating from the two people, and his already drowsy mind suddenly sharpened, his back straightened, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

In that instant, he seemed to be nailed to the spot, not daring to even tremble his eyelashes.

Before she could even speak, Zhu Zhuqing had already nestled softly into his arms, her breathing even and long, her eyelashes drooping, sleeping soundly without any guard.

Looking at Qiao Jingjing again, her cheeks were flushed like the sunset, her eyes were moist and dreamy. She tilted her head and gently pressed her hot forehead against Lin Quan's shoulder, her hair brushing against his neck and making him feel slightly itchy.

"this……"

Lin Quan's Adam's apple bobbed; he wanted to call out to her, but the words caught in his throat.

His gaze swept over the two sleeping faces so close to his, and he sighed silently. He bent down, put one arm around each of them, lifted them up steadily, and turned to walk towards the boudoir.

Lin Quan gently placed Zhu Zhuqing on the couch and tucked her in with a brocade quilt before picking up Qiao Jingjing and carrying her into her room with light steps.

I had just covered her with a light blanket and was about to leave—

A dense and domineering spiritual force suddenly descended, entangling Lin Quan like a spider web. He immediately felt his limbs stiffen, and even his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Swish!

His body suddenly rose into the air, floating uncontrollably, hovering above Qiao Jingjing, only an inch away from her.

It was her! Qiao Jingjing's hidden mental power was already poised to be unleashed!

"Jingjing..."

Lin Quan met her open eyes, which burned with fire, were shrouded in mist, and held a desperate glimmer of light.

He had barely opened his mouth when she spoke first, her voice low and hoarse, tinged with the smell of alcohol and a resolute tone:

"You saw right through me back then, are you really going to just let it go like that?"

"Now that we share a room, eat together, and drink together, where can I possibly retreat to?"

"If I don't tear down this facade myself, are you planning to pretend to be blind for the rest of your life?"

Before he could finish speaking, the last trace of hesitation in Lin Quan's eyes crumbled.

With a sudden drop in his wrist and a surge of power from his waist and back, the mental shackles shattered instantly.

Nearly two hours later, the atmosphere inside the room finally calmed down and returned to silence.

Unbeknownst to them, Zhu Zhuqing, who should have been sound asleep on the next bed, had quietly opened her eyes at some point.

Her ears turned bright red, her chest heaving. In a panic, she grabbed the blanket and wrapped herself up tightly, leaving only her wet eyes peeking out as she secretly blinked in the shadows.

She only slowly peeked out the window when the first light of day broke through, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep again.

As dawn broke and the windowpanes were gradually illuminated, none of the three of them got up—their usual morning exercise routine, which they never missed, was completely abandoned today.

It was nearly ten o'clock when Lin Quan finally pushed open the door and stepped out, looking refreshed and with a smile on his lips.

After washing up, he tied on an apron, fried two soft-boiled eggs in the kitchen, stir-fried some tender pea shoots, and cooked a pot of golden, soft, and sticky millet porridge.

At this moment, Qiao Jingjing and Zhu Zhuqing pushed open the door one after the other, their clothes neat and their steps slightly slow.

Zhu Zhuqing looked up and saw Qiao Jingjing, her face flushing red again, but she still lowered her head and softly called out, "Sister Jingjing..."

At this moment, Qiao Jingjing had lost the icy aura that had kept everyone at arm's length yesterday.

She exudes a relaxed and languid air, her eyes hold a hint of spring, and every gesture is gentle and graceful—all traces of her former aloofness and arrogance are gone.

When her gaze fell on Zhu Zhuqing, she saw that Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were lowered and she was avoiding eye contact, her ears were red, and even her fingertips were trembling slightly. She couldn't help but smile slightly.

Qiao Jingjing felt a slight jolt in her heart, and a thoughtful smile appeared on her lips: "Go wash up, breakfast will be ready soon..."

His gaze swept over them, landing on her and Zhu Zhuqing, noticing their slightly disheveled hair, sleepy eyes, and the slender collarbones that were inadvertently revealed by the neckline of their pajamas.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Quan raised his hand and said, "Hurry up and get ready."

As soon as he spoke, the two women no longer hesitated and turned to go into the washroom.

Once the three of them were seated at the table, Lin Quan picked up his bowl. Amidst the rising steam, he suddenly smiled and said, "We're not in a rush today. How about I show you around for a bit, to get some fresh air?"

The two exchanged a glance, and Qiao Jingjing nodded first, her tone light and cheerful: "I have no objection, it just depends on whether Sister Zhuqing is willing or not."

Zhu Zhuqing met their gazes, her ears slightly red, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes before she whispered, "I...I'm willing too."

Seeing her nod, Lin Quan and Qiao Jingjing smiled at each other, their brows softening with warmth.

After quickly finishing breakfast, Lin Quan's gaze shifted and fell back on the two women.

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes subconsciously, and a thin layer of pink blush quietly rose on her cheeks.

Qiao Jingjing, however, was quite frank. She even glanced at him sideways and teased with a smile, "If you keep staring at us like that, be careful your eyeballs don't fall out."

"It's the 1950s now, and there are many people and distractions on the streets. You'd better change into something simpler."

In terms of appearance alone, she is a beauty that is one in a hundred.

Coupled with her figure—a neatly defined waistline, smooth shoulder and neck lines, and legs so long they're almost flawless.

If you still go out wearing tight-fitting leather jackets and pants, you'll probably attract a lot of stares after only a few steps, causing unnecessary trouble.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jingjing merely raised an eyebrow and readily agreed, "Okay, whatever you say."

With that, he grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's wrist and, laughing, led her into the house, said, "Zhuqing, come on, let's go pick out some clothes!"

Lin Quan waited in the courtyard for a while before the two of them pushed open the door and came out—they wore plain cloth shirts and knee-length skirts with slightly wide cuffs and smooth hems, much more restrained than usual, but still unable to hide their elegant and graceful demeanor.

Lin Quan had just opened his mouth to say something when Qiao Jingjing spoke first, with a playful yet confident tone: "Look, this is our most 'honest' outfit, kept under wraps."

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but the words that were about to come out were abruptly cut off, and he swallowed them back.

Without saying another word, he raised his hand and gestured towards the door, and the three of them walked out of the courtyard side by side.

Walking down the street, you are surrounded by traces of the past: gray bricks and tiles, wooden lattice windows, bicycle bells ringing as they pass through alleyways; pedestrians walk slowly and steadily, their faces thin but their eyes are surprisingly bright, as if they are carrying an inextinguishable fire.