Su Wanwan felt as if she were being restrained.
She kept struggling.
Since when had her silk quilt become so heavy?
And her whole body ached as if she had just run a five-thousand-meter race—every muscle refusing to obey her.
“Don’t move!”
A hoarse voice sounded by her ear.
Su Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes. A strange man. The two of them were still holding each other.
No matter how she looked at it, something was very wrong.
She screamed in shock.
“Ah!”
“What’s going on?” Mother Su, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the scream and rushed over immediately.
“Oh my heavens!” Seeing the scene in the room, her blood pressure shot through the roof and she hurriedly backed out.
She slapped her thigh anxiously.
Lu Xiao pulled the quilt over and tightly wrapped the two of them inside.
Father Su, hearing the commotion, was about to come take a look.
“Don’t go in!”
Mother Su grabbed him at once.
“Th-this… what’s happening?” Father Su was bewildered.
What on earth had happened? He had clearly heard his youngest daughter’s voice.
“Wait, this isn’t right.”
Mother Su took two steps back and looked again. This wasn’t her daughter’s room.
This was…
Her youngest son, Su Huai’an, had been injured in the army and was sent home by his battalion commander.
Captain Lu had always taken good care of her son, so the Su family naturally treated him warmly.
They had prepared a big table of dishes, and Father Su had even opened two bottles of his treasured baijiu.
Both the Su family and Lu Xiao had drunk quite a bit.
Naturally, Lu Xiao stayed the night at the Su house.
But… how did the youngest daughter end up with…
Oh dear!
What kind of mess was this?!
Mother Su was, of course, worried about her daughter’s future and reputation.
She had no idea what had happened how her daughter had ended up in Captain Lu’s room. Judging from the two of them, what shouldn’t have happened had clearly already happened.
What were they supposed to do now?
She quickly dragged Father Su into another room to discuss what to do next.
The room fell silent.
Under the quilt, the two of them looked at each other for several seconds, their heated breaths intertwining in the confined space.
Lu Xiao directly covered those watery eyes with his hand, then pulled the quilt over her head and quickly got up to put on his pants.
The movement tugged at his back, sending a burning pain through it.
Tsk…
“Since it’s already happened, I’ll take responsibility for you.”
His cold voice passed through the quilt and reached Su Wanwan’s ears.
“Who… who asked you to take responsibility?!”
“How did I even get here?”
Su Wanwan was completely stunned.
Where was this place?
She had only gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom—how did there suddenly end up being a man beside her?
She looked around.
Something wasn’t right.
This was clearly an old mud-brick house, with newspapers pasted on the walls.
“February 25, March 8, the CPC Central Committee convened an industrial secretaries’ meeting…”
This…
Where was her cozy little apartment?
Even though it was just a one-bedroom place, she had worked for more than ten years to finally save enough to buy it.
Lu Xiao frowned. Could it be that she hadn’t done it on purpose?
The confusion in her eyes didn’t seem fake.
But how could their current situation be explained?
It was Su Wanwan who had appeared in his room.
He had drunk far too much last night and let down his guard. When he felt the soft body beside him, he had thought he was dreaming and, emboldened by alcohol, had gone a little too far.
His sharply defined eight-pack abs came directly into view.
Su Wanwan immediately covered her eyes. “You…”
Lu Xiao put on his clothes and fastened the buttons.
“I’ll wait outside for you.”
Just as Su Wanwan tried to sit up, a sharp pain made her fall back down.
A flood of memories that didn’t belong to her began playing in her mind.
Her world collapsed.
She had actually transmigrated to the 1970s.
The original Su Wanwan had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and, in a daze, fallen.
That fall had changed the soul inside.
No, no…
She didn’t want to transmigrate. She thought her life had been pretty good.
Through her own hard work, she had bought a one-bedroom apartment. Being single was wonderful no kids, no husband, no in-laws, no car loan, no mortgage, and savings in hand.
Was it because her life had been too comfortable that she’d been thrown into an era of scarce resources?
Communication basically relied on shouting. Transportation basically relied on walking.
Her sticky corn car!
She had only bought it two months ago and hadn’t even driven it enough to get her money’s worth.
Her phone!
All those handsome-guy photos and novel downloads still on it!
The saddest thing in the world was dying without formatting your phone first.
Fine, she transmigrated but right at the start she had gone into the wrong room and slept with her third brother’s comrade-in-arms, Battalion Commander Lu Xiao.
How was she supposed to face her family now?
And that Lu Xiao.
He must think she was some scheming woman who deliberately climbed into his bed.
Now even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash her clean.
How could she explain this?
Say… sorry, I went to the bathroom last night and walked into the wrong room?
And then got carried away by good looks…
She remembered clearly last night she had been feeling up his abs shamelessly.
She had thought it was a dream. Being a little bold in a dream wasn’t too much, right?
No one would know anyway.
Now she was doomed.
No wonder the abs in her dream had been so perfectly defined.
She had been so captivated she couldn’t stop touching.
Turns out he was a soldier.
This really wasn’t her fault it was those abs’ fault.
Thinking about what she had done last night, it seemed like… she had been the one forcing herself on him.
Beauty truly misleads people.
As expected, lust is a knife hanging over one’s head it could cost you your life.
Like an ostrich, Su Wanwan shrank into the quilt.
What was she supposed to do now?
Could she still transmigrate back?