She had just taken off her bra and was preparing to take a shower when suddenly the bedroom door opened. The woman gasped and tightly covered her chest.

Seeing her exposed upper body, the man who entered could no longer restrain his excitement.

He quickly strode over, and despite her protests, scooped her into his arms and laid her on the bed.

When the woman finally collected herself, she realized it was her husband returning from work.

In their two months of marriage, for reasons unknown, this was the first time he had truly touched her. She sat at the edge of the bed, her fingers unconsciously twisting the sheets, head bowed low, offering none of the resistance she had shown before.

As he removed his own shirt, he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Were you scared?" His words broke the suffocating silence as he took a small step forward.

The woman shook her head gently. When her eyes fell upon his well-defined abs, she instantly blushed, her face glowing with shy warmth. Seemingly encouraged, the man sat down beside his wife and gathered the courage to take her hand. The moment their fingers intertwined, an electric current seemed to pass through them, and both shuddered slightly.

No more words were exchanged. He raised his hands and gently helped her remove her pants.

The rustle of clothing seemed especially loud in the silence, like shedding layers of worldly constraints to gradually reveal their most authentic selves.

When the last piece of clothing fell away, they finally stood naked before each other—not with the scrutiny of desire, but with devoted gazes. Moonlight filtered through the windowpanes, softly outlining the contours of their youthful bodies.

He saw the starlight shimmering in her eyes and the nervous rise and fall of her chest. There was no rush, only a quiet drawing closer. His kisses gently fell upon her forehead, her eyelids, and finally her soft, trembling lips, as if kissing a rare treasure.

The warmth of skin against skin dispelled all anxiety. They explored each other clumsily, each touch stirring their souls. Tears of pain mingled with joy rolled down her cheeks, only to be gently kissed away by the man. Finally yielding to her heart, the woman allowed him to bring her to blissful climax again and again.

Like an tireless bull, the man continued until nearly dawn before they finally slept. The woman looked at her sleeping husband, two streams of tears flowing from her eyes.

She knew that the pleasure they shared meant she could never return to her original world. Her parents and beloved brother from that world—she would never see them again.

Lin Xiaoxiao had originally been a brain tumor specialist. Two months ago, she had been in an accident on her way home. When she woke up, she discovered her soul had transmigrated into this woman who also happened to be named Lin Xiaoxiao.

took her two hours to barely accept the fact that she had traveled back to 1977—a time of scarcity where she might face food shortages—and to come to terms with being married.

The original owner was a twenty-year-old city girl who had married Zhou Huai'an three months ago. Zhou was in charge of security at a confidential unit and lived in the mountains over two hundred kilometers from the city. The couple maintained a distant relationship.

Recalling the original owner's memories, Lin Xiaoxiao felt that "distant" wasn't enough to describe their relationship—it could only be said that they spent every day bickering.

Zhou Huai'an was from the countryside, and the original owner looked down on him, always feeling he was too rustic and unworthy of her.

Though married for two months, she never allowed Zhou Huai'an to share her bed nor eat at the same table with her. She was moody and prone to throwing tantrums, smashing things and cursing. Every time, Zhou Huai'an would silently walk away without ever confronting her directly.

The original owner's relationship with the neighbors was even worse!

Since all the families lived within the same compound as Zhou Huai'an's unit, and many of the wives were from the countryside, the original owner naturally looked down on these "bumpkins." Every time they met, she would arrogantly turn her nose up at them.

"Can you believe Zhou Huai'an is such a good guy? How did he end up with a woman like Lin Xiaoxiao?"

"That's not what I heard. I heard this Lin Xiaoxiao has a lover in the city and still hasn't slept with Zhou Huai'an."

"Really? Zhou Huai'an is so pitiful—marrying a woman who won't even let him touch her."

"I think it's because Zhou Huai'an is too nice. A woman like that deserves to be beaten—she'd behave after a few good hits."

"Right, right! A woman like Lin Xiaoxiao should be taught a hard lesson!"

Lin Xiaoxiao stood expressionlessly behind the door, listening to the women's unrestrained chatter outside. Who would have thought that just two hours ago, this body had gained a new soul?