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

When Lin Jianshen came out of the bathroom, Xia Tingwan was not on the balcony.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a cushion in her arms, watching him with great interest.

He has been using her toiletries while he's at home lately.

My skin condition has improved.

His handsome face with its distinct features was clearly visible under the overhead spotlight.

He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, with pupils as black as lacquer.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he looks like he'd be a great cook.

Xia Tingwan pouted: "Brother, you took a long time to take a bath this time."

Lin Jianshen paused for a moment while drying his hair with a bath towel: "I haven't used Chanel's shampoo and conditioner set before, I have to try it out."

He concealed his emotions very well, showing no sign of sadness or unhappiness.

Xia Tingwan sat on the sofa; from that angle, she could easily see the bathroom.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but couldn't help asking, "When did you come in?"

Xia Tingwan blinked: "You came in when you started taking a shower."

Lin Shen tightened his grip on the bath towel.

"Then you...you..."

"I absolutely didn't see anything," she said, raising her right hand. "I swear, I had no idea you had a mole on your calf."

Lin Jianshen took a towel and vigorously rubbed his hair a few times, his voice low and hoarse: "Didn't you say you wouldn't watch?"

Xia Tingwan blinked: "I think I misheard. I thought you were talking to me..."

"It's so cold on the balcony. Even if I didn't call you, wouldn't you have come in by yourself?"

Lin Jianshen rubbed his forehead: "What nonsense is this?"

Even if I do not send a message, will you not come?

Is this a combination of those two lines of poetry?

"Oh, I was just kidding." Xia Tingwan laughed. "Actually, it was too cold outside, so I came inside."

She rested her chin on the cushion and said in a pitiful voice, "You don't want me to catch a cold, do you? Waaah."

Lin Jianshen felt he couldn't argue with her, so he simply kept quiet and draped the bath towel over the back of the chair.

Xia Tingwan unwrapped the towel from her head. Her long, wet hair fell down, spreading across her back like seaweed.

She walked to the table, opened the drawer, and took out a hair dryer.

"Help me blow-dry my hair."

"He brags about it himself."

"Even if he's not your boyfriend, it's normal for a brother to help his sister blow-dry her hair. You won't even help with this small favor?"

She pouted, looking aggrieved: "If I blow it myself, other people's hands will get tired from holding it up the whole time."

Her acting is better than mine!

Lin Jianshen hesitated for a moment.

But he quickly reaffirmed his decision: "I'll do it myself."

Xia Tingwan began her pantomime performance.

She squatted on the chair like a monkey, turning back to look at Lin Jianshen: "Wanwan, trust me, dance with me."

Actually, when he thinks back on it sometimes, he thinks his posture and tone at the time were pretty cool.

After all, what man isn't a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)?

But Xia Tingwan's performance...

Lin Jianshen was so embarrassed that he almost tore his slippers apart with his toes, and he pressed his fingers hard against his brow, rubbing it in circles.

Xia Tingwan noticed his embarrassment and changed her strategy, becoming self-pitying.

That expression was like Lin Daiyu carrying a hoe, preparing to bury the flowers.

"I'm all alone..." She coughed twice, as if she really had a deficiency, "and now even my brother doesn't care about me anymore."

He wouldn't even help his younger sister blow-dry her hair...

She truly possessed the demeanor of a delicate flower reflected in water, a willow swaying in the breeze.

Lin Jianshen knew he was no match for him, and said helplessly, "I'll help you blow it."

The Maginot Line he had built for himself in his mind was completely ineffective.

I don't even know what I was saying just now.

The Dyson hairdryer was making a whirring sound.

Her hair was thick and black, glossy under the light.

The hot steam sprayed onto the hair, releasing the fragrance of the shampoo.

The shampoo in this set seems to have a little bit of perfume mixed in.

The top note is jasmine, the middle note is rose, and the base note is mint.

Lin Jianshen leaned back slightly, but his nose inhaled the fragrance a few more times.

After drying her hair, Xia Tingwan smoothed her messy hair, turned back to him and smiled, "Thank you, brother."

She already knows how to use her charm.

That smile as she turned around truly had a captivating charm.

Lin Jianshen couldn't stop himself and began to empty his mind.

She put the hairdryer away, picked up the lumbar support pillow, and flopped onto the sofa.

"I'll sleep on the sofa, you sleep in the bed."

Lin Jianshen said, "I'll sleep on the sofa, you sleep on the bed."

Xia Tingwan had already closed her eyes: "If you sleep on the sofa, a human-shaped figure might appear on it tomorrow, the kind that can't bounce back."

Goodnight, brother.

Lin Jianshen went over and covered her with a thin blanket, then tugged it to cover her bare feet.

I turned off the lights and went to bed.

He was very tired today, but his sleep quality had been poor lately, and he was always suffering from insomnia.

It took a long time before I finally drifted into a light sleep.

The scent of Xia Tingwan's hair seemed to waft over, a scent that made him feel at ease.

Light sleep turned into deep sleep.

I finally got a good night's sleep.

The next morning, as soon as Lin Jianshen woke up, he felt something pressing on his chest.

A warm, soft, evenly undulating mass.

He opened his eyes.

Xia Tingwan nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed against the open collar of his pajamas, one hand clutching his collar.

She was sleeping soundly, her long eyelashes covering her face, her breathing deep and even.

Lin Jianshen couldn't bear to wake her, so he started counting her eyelashes.

The morning light shone through the glass of the balcony, illuminating her profile like a thin layer of gold dust.

After a while, she moved.

"Boyfriend." She touched Lin Jianshen's face. "Good morning."

"You..." Lin Jianshen's throat was dry, "Weren't you sleeping on the sofa?"

Xia Tingwan slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"I've been thinking about it," she said. "If you're going to act, you have to go all the way."

"What if a waiter comes in to deliver breakfast? What if they need to clean up?"

"Wouldn't that give us away?"

Lin Jianshen remained silent.

She always has a reason.

Sufficient and justifiable reasons.

Xia Tingwan snuggled closer to him, adjusting to a more comfortable position.

"Besides, I'm used to sleeping with something in my arms. Otherwise, I can't fall asleep."

"Don't worry, I didn't do anything. I just used you as a body pillow."

Lin Jianshen said, "Aren't there cushions on the sofa?"

Xia Tingwan said, "That cushion is too small."

"Don't you feel anything when you hug it?"

So you felt something when you hugged him?

But when he hugs me like this, he gets aroused too. So who can I complain to?

Lin Jianshen started singing a children's song in his mind again.

The morning light gradually filled the bed.

Lin Jianshen, who had gradually calmed down, remained silent.

He simply lowered his eyes and gazed at the top of her fluffy hair.

Damn it, he's no match for him at all.

It was a complete and utter defeat.

That morning, Jinli stood in front of the Speedy Internet Cafe, carrying his briefcase, looking up at the sign with two words that were not lit.

"Tsk, this signboard is unique."

"It was hidden quite well; I almost got lost trying to find it."

Jin Li stepped inside.

There was a strange smell as soon as you entered.

He covered his nose and coughed lightly.

The shelves behind the network administrator at the entrance are old and rusty in many places.

There were some instant noodles, cigarettes, and other low-end products on display.

Much of the surrounding wall plaster has peeled off; it needs to be re-plastered.

There were only a few people scattered around the booth area, most of them slumped in their chairs, catching up on sleep.

He looked around and found a rainbow-colored head.

Beside him was a disheveled man—with a withered face, sunken eyes, and messy stubble.

He looked like he could suddenly die at any moment.

Ha, the Sanhe God.

Jinli walked over.

Song Siyuan had just woken up and was squinting as he scrolled through Douyin (TikTok) to stay awake.

I drank Red Bull last night and I feel a little feverish; I also have some eye discharge.

The woman on the phone screen is wearing a thin veil, with a high-powered light bulb behind her.

Light filters through the sheer fabric, outlining a shapely silhouette.

Song Siyuan quickly added a comment: "Amazing, the kind that can take my son's head from a thousand miles away."

Then, because I didn't understand what the video was trying to express, I zoomed in and studied it carefully.

Jinli scoffed, "Do you even remember that your childhood dream was to be a scientist?"

Song Siyuan exclaimed "Holy crap!" and quickly turned off his phone screen. He turned around and saw Jin Li.

He complained, "How can you be spying on me? Don't you have any manners?"

The disheveled man next to him had just woken up and was in a daze when he was startled by Song Siyuan's interjection. He reached out a hand and tried to pat Song Siyuan's head.

Song Siyuan quickly slammed his hand on the table and slid the chair away, saying, "Get lost. You didn't even wash your hands after you finished last night."

"Dude, can't you be a little more considerate?"

Jinli chuckled, "Haha, that's got personality..."

"Take your hand off the ashtray. I'm not here to cause you trouble."

When he started using this tactic, Song Siyuan might not have even started his career yet.

Jin Li knew his triangular eyes looked fierce, so he smiled again and said, "Brother Biao sent me."