Su Ying bit her red lips, the emptiness in her body making her fair, smooth legs uncontrollably squeeze and rub together.
This man actually used this trick against her—how outrageous.
If this move didn’t work, she’d just switch to another. She wouldn’t let herself suffer.
……
Zhou Kuangye’s clothes were still perfectly intact as he held the nearly naked woman, his large hand continuously stroking her back, carefully soothing her.
Su Ying’s eyes were red from crying, her coquettish voice beginning to settle the score. “It hurts, it hurts so much, you brute~”
“You savage, don’t you know how to be gentle?”
“Acting like you’ve never seen a woman before, you pervert~”
Listening to her constant soft grumbling, Zhou Kuangye’s lips slowly curved into a smile.
At first, he would argue with her, pointing out that she was the one who offered herself to him, yet she still complained about the pain. But in the end, he was always defeated by her unreasonable logic.
From then on, he knew that when a woman scolded him, he should just take it. Once she tired herself out, she’d stop.
Seeing that the man didn’t dare talk back to her, Su Ying grew more and more spirited, even bringing up old grievances. “And you didn’t even side with me. Do you have a problem with me now? Hmph!”
Hearing this, the man finally glanced at her with a dignified air. “Being naughty again?”
With just one sentence, the woman quieted down again.
He sighed and tried to reason with her. “It’s not that I don’t want to side with you. We all live in a collective, and you have to understand that gossip is fearsome and people’s hearts are hard to predict.”
“When I’m out working in the fields, I can’t protect you. What if someone bullies you? Have you thought about that?”
“A moment of forbearance is much safer than making an enemy. Don’t make me worry about you, you heartless thing, all day long.”
He could side with her in small daily arguments, but this time, her remarks might stir up conflict between the villagers and the city folks, which would surely provoke public anger.
He couldn’t keep her tied to his belt all the time, so he had to ask her to endure it for a while.
Su Ying moved her lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, she held back.
Fine, she’d admit he had a point. She’d just move on to her next move and let him off this time.
She grabbed the torn underwear from beside her and flung it at his face. “You tore it, so you fix it!”
Before the underwear reached him, its intoxicating milky fragrance filled the air. Zhou Kuangye took the underwear from his head, his breathing growing heavier for a moment. “I’ll fix it for you.”
Su Ying then stretched out her fair, delicate hand and poked his abs, commanding as if it were only natural. “First, help me get dressed, then fix it.”
Su Ying was very good at throwing tantrums, acting up, and stirring trouble.
But now, with bite marks on her lips, body, and even the base of her thighs, she lay motionless in his arms, delicate and obedient, making it impossible to dislike her.
“Alright.” Zhou Kuangye opened the only newly built wardrobe in the shabby room, picked out a beautiful yellow dress, and helped her put it on.
Su Ying pouted, nitpicking as usual. “Be gentle, you’re hurting my arm.”
“Your hands are so rough, like old tree bark.”
“I’m a man. Being soft and tender is useless.”
“Hmph! Don’t forget to fix my underwear, and make it look good! ……”
At the educated youth point, Wen Zi was contemplating her next steps.
In her writing, Su Ying also made a fuss about breaking up, but Zhou Kuangye always countered her moves one by one, defusing all her little tricks.
When he couldn’t defuse them and she pushed him too far, he would simply subdue her thoroughly, leaving the little troublemaker with no energy to cause more trouble.
Through their passionate clashes, the two grew closer and closer, eventually ending up together.
She set Zhou Kuangye at 191 cm, 95 kg, 23 cm—a man among men, a proud son of heaven, enduring and durable, with astonishing explosive power.
Su Ying, at 165 cm, 92.5-60-92, was the epitome of womanhood—curvaceous and winding, possessing a rare Alluring Physique that melted like water upon contact with iron. With a man’s nourishment, she would grow increasingly beautiful.
Though the two had lived together early on, they only indulged in the “big banana” after marriage.
The little mouse struggled to eat it, but it was incredibly delicious!
In other stories, the female leads all had Golden Fingers, so her heroine naturally had to have one too.
Tailor-made for steamy novels, unlike ordinary women, Su Ying could produce milk at her peak. This milk was highly nourishing, sweet as honey, capable of strengthening the body, beautifying the skin, and healing wounds.
They only discovered this slowly after marriage.
Moreover, her bosom was vast enough to encompass all things—the only one capable of accommodating the male lead. From then on, she recognized only him and even competed to “eat.”
Zhou Kuangye also doted on her, giving her everything, feeding her until she was full every day, until she overflowed.
The beds in the family compound were all specially made by him—the sturdiest and most durable he could find.
She didn’t know which book she had transmigrated into. If it was a fanfiction of her own story, then…
It was July 1979, just a few months before the educated youth would return to the cities, and also a critical period for Su Ying and Zhou Kuangye’s potential breakup.
But since she was here now, Su Ying and Zhou Kuangye would not be separated. She would personally bring this couple together.
Lost in her beautiful thoughts, the female lead lying beside her, Wu Yan, suddenly woke up, looking around in shock.
When she turned to her, she asked a foolish question, “Wen Zi, what time is it now?”
“It’s one in the afternoon.”
“No.” Wu Yan said urgently, “I mean the year. What year is it?”
Wen Zi’s internal alarm bells rang. Why would she ask something only a reborn person would ask? She slowly replied, “July 13, 1979.”
Upon hearing this, Wu Yan grinned widely, tears of joy forming at the corners of her eyes.
Had the heavens heard her prayers?
Wu Yan couldn’t contain her joy. She had been reborn, revived after dying of old age in her previous life!!
In her past life, she had always admired Lu Pingshu. Even after learning that Su Ying, that fickle woman, had latched onto him, she remained steadfast.
Because she believed Su Ying had a big appetite and wouldn’t stay faithful—and she was right.
Married to such a good man like Lu Pingshu, Su Ying still wasn’t satisfied and ended up drowning.
Wu Yan naturally stepped in to comfort Lu Pingshu and successfully married him, but married life wasn’t as good as she imagined.
Though he treated her well, he was too calm, career-focused, and exceptionally boring.
On top of that, her mother-in-law always disapproved of her and caused trouble.
Until her death of old age, she prayed to the heavens for a chance to be reborn, to love someone else.
And it had actually worked.
This lifetime, she would pursue Zhou Kuangye.
He was the epitome of masculinity and, in the end, held even more prestige than Lu Pingshu, the university professor. He was the man truly suited for her.