[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-87":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2279637,4460,"Chapter 87","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-87",87,"\u003Cp>Zhou Andong sighed helplessly and squatted down; Jian Qiu secretly smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned onto his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stood up, cradling Jian Qiu’s small buttocks in his hands; though separated by thick down jackets, he still felt their elasticity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu felt a pair of large hands cupping her hips, her heart racing uncontrollably—she had never once been touched there by any man in her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Jian Qiu extended her hand; a cool snowflake landed on her palm, “It’s snowing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong looked up at the sky: “This winter’s snow really is abundant—how many storms has it been now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A timely snow foretells a bountiful year!” Jian Qiu hugged his neck, “Tomorrow will surely be a good year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a burden—this woman is dead weight, must weigh at least fifty-five to sixty kilos; where the hell does all this flesh hide? She doesn’t even look fat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong carried Jian Qiu step by step forward; after more than ten minutes, they still hadn’t arrived, “Sister, when will we get there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu pressed her face against his shoulder, smiling brightly, “Almost there—just hold on a little longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong sighed helplessly; after another ten minutes, he finally heard her say, “That small residential complex up ahead is it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong looked up: “Isn’t that the procuratorate’s staff building?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Jian Qiu said, “I live in that building.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded—this woman’s family must have someone working in the public security or judicial system, and at a fairly high level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying Jian Qiu into the building entrance: “Which floor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu said:!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” If he hadn’t trained, Zhou Andong would’ve collapsed on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu burst into laughter: “Just kidding—second floor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong took a deep breath and slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor, still carrying Jian Qiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keys!” Jian Qiu held his neck with one arm and fished the keys out of her pocket with the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong took the keys, opened the door, carried Jian Qiu inside, and placed her on the living room sofa before turning to close the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m exhausted,” Zhou Andong exhaled deeply, crouched down, and lifted her injured foot to remove her shoe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu pulled her foot back nervously; Yang Luo said sternly, “Don’t move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu instantly grew still—her ankle was indeed sprained, but not severely, and the pain had already subsided considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong pulled off Jian Qiu’s high heels and then her sheer nude stockings; a flawless, jade-like foot appeared in his hands, her toes translucent and delicate skin glistening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does it hurt?” Zhou Andong pinched her ankle gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu winced: “A little, but not nearly as bad as before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “Do you have alcohol at home? I’ll rub it for you—otherwise it’ll swell up by morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu pointed to the kitchen: “There’s some in the upper-left cabinet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong got up and went into the kitchen; Jian Qiu giggled softly, like a little girl who’d just gotten her favorite doll. Anyone who knew her would’ve doubted their eyes—was this really the cold, aloof Jian Qiu who never smiled at any man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong walked out holding half a bottle of Da Gaoliang: “You drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu gave him a look: “My mom brought this for cooking when she visited.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong squatted down, poured the liquor into his palms, rubbed them together, then lifted Jian Qiu’s foot onto his thigh, gripping her ankle and beginning to massage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu felt warmth spreading from her ankle—pleasant and soothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Zhou Andong set her foot down: “There. Go to sleep early, don’t move around—tomorrow morning it’ll be fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you going?” Jian Qiu asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong froze: “Home, of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s already nine—outside it’s snowing, you can’t even hail a cab, and it’s too far to walk back. Stay tonight,” she stood up, “You take my room, I’ll sleep in my mom’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Zhou Andong was bewildered—had this woman lost her mind? She was inviting a grown man to spend the night alone in her apartment? Didn’t she fear he’d lose control?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What ‘huh’? I’m a woman and I’m not scared—what are you afraid of?” Jian Qiu walked into the bathroom, “I’ll bathe first—you go after me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong didn’t know whether to leave or stay. His home was far away; if he couldn’t get a cab, walking back would take over half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of that, he sat down on the sofa—she’s a woman and she’s not afraid; what’s a big guy like me scared of?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom; Zhou Andong’s heart stirred unexpectedly. He jumped up, rushed to the window, flung it open, and a cold gust hit his face, calming his agitation. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Jian Qiu stepped out wrapped in a towel—her pale skin, slender shoulders, and long, supple legs shimmered faintly; her chest swelled as if straining against restraint, drawing the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead!” Jian Qiu wiped her hair with a towel, “There’s a bath towel inside—I’ll find you clothes after.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong didn’t overthink it—he closed the window, crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, and stepped into the bathroom. He emerged minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu’s hair was still damp; she stared at him in shock: “You’re already done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled: “Men bathe fast. In a public bathhouse, you might soak a bit, but not here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu chuckled helplessly, walked into her mother’s room, and found pajamas and shorts: “These were bought for my dad—he planned to stay two days before New Year, but an important meeting came up and he flew straight back to Beijing. Never used them—perfect for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stood at the doorway of Jian Qiu’s room, hesitated, then pushed inside and turned on the light. The room’s layout surprised him—it wasn’t what he’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from a few potted plants on the windowsill and the color of the solid wood bed, there was no extra color. The walls were white, the bedding and pillowcases were white; the only exception was the large teddy bear on the bed—proof this was a woman’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Changed yet?” Jian Qiu knocked on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost!” Zhou Andong quickly pulled on the shorts and pajamas, “Done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu stepped in and saw his pajama collar crooked; she reached to fix it. Zhou Andong instinctively flinched away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you dodging for? Think I’ll eat you?” Jian Qiu grabbed his shoulder, straightened his collar, and studied him with a smile, “Looks fine—just a bit big.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the front door opened: “Qiuqiu, I’m back—did you get it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu screamed, spun around, and bolted for the door: “Shut up!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1134,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6c7c408851d9365fdbcc1154305a245bf484368bcadb82205dda23c687ad9301","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-88","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-86",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]