rt while later, she hurried out, holding something up: "Tang Zhenzhen, is this what you meant by cookies and candy"Because material goods are extremely scarce now, they're making such a big fuss over...Ning Yuan must have been sleep-deprived, she was startled awake again.

She sniffed the rich, minty scent swirling around her nose and suddenly, on a whim, extended her little tongue and licked it against her own thin lips.

"Brrr, where's the mint"

Ning Yuan murmured softly.

Rong Zhao-nan stiffened for a long time, then suddenly leaned back with a strange look on his face, staring at Ning Yuan for a while.

Then he turned and vanished quickly.

He turned too quickly, and the cold wind from his movement slapped Ning Yuan in the face.

Ning Yuan, with this jolt, immediately came to her senses: “...”

She paused for a moment, then realized what she had just done in her daze —

Oh my God! She actually kissed the boss's mouth!

Well, she's even licking...licking people's mouths, behaving like a hooligan!

What was she thinking! What kind of freak is she Why did she short-circuit her brain and just want to eat!

Ning Yuan covered her face and instantly fell onto the bed, burying herself under the covers. A strange feeling washed over her—that she had tainted something that didn't belong to her!

She was completely devastated, wishing she could turn into dust and be blown away by the wind, disappearing into thin air.

But, why is my heart beating so fast

She's a few decades older, reborn as an old aunt. How could she go back to being twenty years old It’s like...

The more you live, the more you go back!

......

Rong Zhaonan's expression as he rushed out of the door was also not very good, his breathing quickened.

He could almost hear the blood rushing through his veins and his heart pounding.

Her delicate complexion flushed with shades of blue, white, and red.

"Damn it!" He instinctively reached up and pressed his hand hard against his mouth.

Perhaps, that way it could ward off the lingering taste of the girl's soft lips.

That taste and feeling seemed to invade every inch of his senses, it was an experience like never before.

His heart was still pounding wildly, like the first time he went on a mission, the first time he put a bullet through an enemy's head.

I can't quite put it into words, a sense of dizziness, or maybe strange excitement.

Rong Zhao's fair and handsome face was tinged with a blush of embarrassment he hadn't noticed.

Damn it! Damn that long-haired rabbit, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger!

As a staunch Marxist, how could I be so easily attacked by ill-defined sugar-coated bullets!

Róng Zhāonán pressed his nose against the black glasses frame, grasped a large paintbrush, and strode into the barn, ready to—paint the cows!

When Ningyuan carried the hoe out, she could still hear the cows in the barn mooing loudly as they were being brushed.

She blushed and lowered her head, scurrying away quickly.

She was listless all day long.

Even after going through the educated youth point, she encountered people like Tang Zhenzhen and Huang Xuerhong who sneered at her.

They bragged about getting the quotas and were about to go back to the city, while Ning Yuan was only fit to be a village woman her whole life in the countryside.

Let them all treat me like I'm farting.

Don't say that everything has been opened up, and all young educated people returning to the city immediately. Decades later, many rural households in some places are worth more than urban ones.

All day long, she only focused when she was taking classes from Mr. Tang, desperately writing practice problems and even begging him to give her more.

This made both Lao Tang and Grandma Xia baffled. What's gotten into this girl She usually scowls even if she has to write an extra set of papers.

It was already ten o'clock, when Xia A-po kicked her out the door and told her to get back to the cow shed as soon as possible.

Ning Yuan reluctantly left the courtyard, hoping secretly that when she went back, Elder Rong would already be asleep.

Otherwise, she wouldn't know how to face him.... like this is such a waste of his talent!"I'm not a dragon. These past few years have been enough for me to see clearly what I am." Rong Zhaonan sneered with self-deprecating humor, masking the obscur...