Na Mesma Cama: Este Marido é um Sem-vergonha

With great effort, I forced my eyes open. My whole body seemed to be gently swaying, and my head throbbed painfully—perhaps I’d caught another cold. What strange weather this has been lately, I grumbled inwardly.

“Young master, you’re finally awake! Please, drink your medicine!” A petite, unfamiliar man pressed a wooden bowl to my lips. Judging by the scent, this was a bowl of herbal soup. I looked around warily: everything was made of wood, a conical hat and rain cape hung on the wall, and the man before me wore his hair in a traditional topknot. This getup, this setting—could it be that I’ve truly succeeded in traveling through time?

I couldn’t help but curl my lips into a smile. Four years of relentless effort had not been in vain. All the arduous training was finally paying off; I had crossed over at last. Oh, yes! Puyi, just you wait for me!

My name is Fang Xiaoyu. My father is an archaeologist, and I am a student at the College of History. Because of my father’s work, I became involved in a time-travel experiment. Throughout four years of university, I was a lab rat, undergoing specialized training and always preparing for this moment. I never imagined that on the day I graduated, my dream would actually come true.

But what did this man call me just now? Young master? Am I not here in body, but in soul? And have I ended up in a man’s body? Oh heavens, how am I supposed to accept this kind of transmigration? Before entering the time machine, I’d made meticulous preparations—a suitcase full of digital gadgets. After all, electricity existed by