Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

The third floor is for high-rollers; ordinary people can't get in.

High rollers have mostly stopped wearing sunglasses because, through long-standing psychological warfare, they have learned to use certain reactions to deceive their opponents.

The contraction and dilation of the pupils have also become part of psychological warfare.

If you misjudge even slightly, wealth will pour out like an avalanche.

Of course, if the opponent is careless, the chips will fall on you like a mountain.

Bridge, Blackjack, Texas Hold'em...

They played all sorts of games.

The secrecy here is excellent; some people choose to show their faces, while others choose to wear masks.

There are big stars, famous businessmen, and some foreign politicians who occasionally appear in the news.

The doubling here is usually ten or twenty times, whatever is most stimulating.

The chips aren't just those colorful plastic pieces.

A middle-aged man with an extraordinary demeanor lost all his chips, but his expression remained calm. He composedly pushed the woman next to him forward.

He staked his lover on it.

The woman was wearing an expensive long tulle dress.

Adorned with many small diamonds, it sparkles under the light, like twinkling stars in the sky.

She was undoubtedly an extremely beautiful woman.

At this moment, his eyes were empty, like a soulless puppet.

The wealth gained by sacrificing one's youth must be repaid with something far more precious.

This is a well-known businessman. The fierce competition in the business world has instilled in him a habit—no matter the situation, he can always wear a calm and composed expression on his face.

He lifted the woman's white gauze skirt, all the way up to her groin.

She was wearing a pair of custom-made crystal shoes.

Her long, shapely legs were encased in black stockings.

Above the black stockings, red garter belts dipped lightly into her thighs.

The ties extend upwards, disappearing deep into the tulle skirt.

It is sensual and alluring, making one's mind wander.

The man across from her was an old man. His gaze swept over the woman, his cheeks momentarily hollowing out as he took a drag on the pipe he had in his mouth.

Then he slowly exhaled a standard smoke ring and nodded.

This can be considered an acceptance of the bargaining chip.

Actually, the stakes here aren't just women.

Operating rights to certain mines, firearms and ammunition, and even a farm where poppies are grown can all be put on the gambling table.

As long as your opponent is willing to take the bet, you can continue gambling.

This is a true lawless land.

Lin Jianshen slowly walked past each gambling table, allowing all the staff to see his face clearly and remember his physical characteristics.

As he passed by the woman, he saw a single tear slowly fall from her lifeless eyes.

Like the tiny pearl hanging on her earlobe, gleaming under the light.

Lin Jianshen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had the same triumphant smile on his face as when he was about to be promoted.

After nodding to the staff along the way, we finally exited the third floor of the casino.

There's a fourth floor at the very top, which is currently under Sun Jian's direct management, so there's no need to go there.

After another ten minutes or so, Lin Jianshen finally arrived at the door of the room.

He had a bit of a headache.

Although he and Xia Tingwan used to live together, they each had their own rooms.

Tonight is different; they are destined to sleep in the same room.

Moreover, he didn't know whether there was one bed or two beds in the room.

A food delivery worker walked by and greeted him: "Brother Biao."

This man looked somewhat familiar; he had worked with him to collect debts a long time ago. Lin Jianshen smiled at him.

In this situation, it's not appropriate to just stand outside the door indefinitely.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and swipe the room card.

With a "beep," the door opened.

There was only one double bed in the room.

Lin Jianshen sighed softly.

I promised to give her space so she could understand her own feelings.

But the situation has become far too complicated.

There was absolutely no room between them.

Instead, they got even closer.

This room is up to five-star hotel standards; it's considered quite luxurious on a ship.

Even though Lin Jianshen had never stayed in a hotel before, he could see Sun Jian's sincerity.

It has everything you could need, including a safe, wardrobe, desk, sofa, and a separate wet and dry bathroom.

There were four bottles of water on the table: two Evian and two Perrier.

One of the bottles of Evian was already half-empty, but Xia Tingwan wasn't in the room.

Lin Jianshen became nervous.

In a place like this, what if we encounter some bad guys...?

He took out his phone, ready to make a WeChat call, when he heard Xia Tingwan's voice from the balcony: "Brother Ashen, come here."

He followed the sound.

Pushing open the door, a sea breeze rushed in, carrying a salty, damp coolness.

She had changed into a red dress at some point.

Sleeveless, fitted at the waist, with the skirt falling to the ankles.

The cut is simple and smooth.

The wind was blowing, and the fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her undulating silhouette.

She stood barefoot on the balcony, a patch of white peeking out in the moonlight.

Xia Tingwan pointed to the wardrobe: "Someone just asked about the size, and then a lot of clothes were delivered."

"Yours too."

As she spoke, she stretched out her arms and twirled lightly around on the balcony: "This dress is made of nice material; it must not be cheap."

Lin Jianshen smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it."

She tilted her head to look at him, her almond-shaped eyes curving upwards: "Of course I like it, thanks to you, boyfriend."

The hem of her skirt was lifted by the sea breeze and fluttered backward, like a red rose blooming in the night.

She stood at the boundary between night and sea, with the boundless dark blue sea behind her.

Lin Jianshen closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Upon seeing Xia Tingwan, his tense heart, which had been in the casino, completely relaxed.

Whatever he saw in that lawless place.

At this moment, there are only the two of them in this room and on this balcony.

The sound of the waves gradually rose, and the wind grew stronger.

Xia Tingwan narrowed her eyes and raised her voice, asking, "Brother Ashen, is it good? Why aren't you saying anything?"

In the last two years of high school, after her nutrition improved, she grew much taller.

She's already 1.75 meters tall.

A tall and slender figure paired with an expensive dress—it's impossible for her not to look good.

Lin Jianshen swallowed hard before asking, "It's windy here, aren't you cold?"

She paused for a moment, then rushed forward and punched his chest, feigning anger and embarrassment: "Hey! I specially changed into this red dress, and you're asking me if I'm cold?"

He let her punch him once, then went back to the room, found a thin blanket on the sofa, unfolded it, and wrapped it around her shoulders.

His fingers accidentally touched the skin on the back of her neck.

Delicate and slightly cool.

He lowered his eyes, realizing they were too close.

In just a few days, he seems to have already gotten used to the title of "boyfriend".

this is not right.

He let go, leaned over the railing, and looked at the dark blue sea, deliberately avoiding looking at her.

Xia Tingwan deliberately walked upwind, her long hair blowing in the wind and landing all over his face.

Lin Jianshen moved to the side, his voice hoarse: "There's no one here anymore, no need to act."

The sea breeze made the words muffled, but Xia Tingwan still heard them.

She fell silent, seemingly feeling somewhat aggrieved.

After a while, she asked very softly, "When no one's around, you don't want to act with me anymore?"

Lin Jianshen did not turn to look at her.

There was no reply.

Xia Tingwan's voice trembled slightly: "Lin Jianshen, do you really have absolutely no feelings for me?"

The night was already deep.

Lin Jianshen's eyes darkened: "Wanwan, perhaps we really should have a good talk."

"What are we talking about?" Xia Tingwan asked. "I've already made my feelings clear."

"Actually, you're a very sensitive person. I don't believe you can't understand this."

He was silent.

Yes, he understands.

But he was very scared.

He feared that she didn't actually distinguish between dependence and love.

He feared that countless rumors and gossip would hurt her.

He was afraid that she would be ridiculed and isolated by her classmates at school, becoming a laughing stock.

He was even more afraid that he might die somewhere, leaving her to grieve alone.

She was his little princess; how could he bear to let her get hurt?

But it seems he's hurting her now too.

Some problems, once they are already flawed, cannot be solved perfectly no matter what you do.

Lin Jianshen finally spoke: "You've grown up, it's time to go out and see the world."

"There must be many outstanding peers at Tunghai University."

Before Xia Tingwan could say anything, Lin Jianshen straightened up and placed his hand on her lips.

"Wanwan, listen to me. In your situation, it's easy to confuse dependence with feelings."

He looked away, not daring to look at her: "You have too few samples to refer to. You should go to the school to expand the sample pool."

"If you develop feelings for another boy later, don't look back, just love him boldly."

Eagles will knock their young off the nest, so they won't be tempted by its warmth.

Force them to feel the lift of the airflow and the gale.

Then they realized that the sky and flying were far better than a cramped nest.

There are many kinds of love; some love is about possession, and some love is about letting go.

If eagles had feelings like humans, they must have felt immense pain when they knocked the child down.

He moved his slightly trembling hand away and hid it behind his back.

Xia Tingwan looked at him in the sea breeze.

Lin Jianshen smiled casually, "Even if you get married, I will still be your brother, and I will be your brother for life."

His mind was in turmoil, and he didn't know why, but he said bitterly, "Of course, remember to give me a million."