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

(Minors please skip to the next chapter)

I finally finished blow-drying my hair.

The hairdryer stopped, and the room suddenly became very quiet.

Xia Tingwan stood up from her chair, turned around, and hugged him.

It's hard to tell who moved first. Perhaps it was two souls yearning for harmony.

The four lips were intertwined.

The moonlight absorbs the tide.

The cellar is full of fine wines mixed with honey.

It is said that some wines are so rich that they can be drawn into silk threads.

A little is enough to make one drunk.

After a long while, the two finally separated.

Xia Tingwan's lips were rosy, and she was breathing slightly open.

She brought her face close to his ear and breathed hot air into it: "Brother Ashen."

Lin Jianshen felt itchy and shrank his neck slightly: "Mmm."

"My hair is already quite long."

She took half a step back so he could see her hair.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, following her slender, firm waist and cascading over her pert buttocks.

Like a piece of soft silk.

Her hair reached her waist.

She grew up, matured, and was well taken care of by him.

She can be loved.

Lin Jianshen looked at her.

She stood there, her eyes bright, with a hint of shyness and a touch of reckless courage.

He's been good at reading people since he was little, so how could he not know what she meant?

He paused for two seconds, his voice a little hoarse: "I'll go take a shower first. Then I'll go out and buy some things."

"This is also giving you one last chance to think it over. If you change your mind, tell me when I get back."

Xia Tingwan reached out and pressed her cool fingers to his lips.

"No need to consider it." Her voice was soft, but firm. "I've thought it through very clearly."

"I don't need any of that. I want to feel your love."

Lin Jianshen took her hand, removed it from his lips, and held it in his palm.

He looked into her eyes and said seriously, "Wanwan, remember this."

"No matter what, you are first and foremost Xia Tingwan, and only then my partner."

"It's good that you love me. But you should love yourself even more—especially your body."

His rough thumb rubbed against the back of her hand.

"You're an adult now, you should know that accidents can cause serious harm to the body."

Xia Tingwan lowered her head, and her ears slowly turned red.

"I understand," she said softly. "Then I'll wait for you."

Lin Jianshen released his grip, turned around, and went into the bathroom.

Xia Tingwan stood there, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

She didn't know what to do, so she went back to the bed and sat down, then stood up again, went to the window to look at the rain, and then went back to the bed.

My heart is beating a little fast.

She took a deep breath, and then another.

But it didn't work.

Forget it.

Nervousness and shyness are like seasonings before the main course.

There is a small 24-hour unmanned convenience store downstairs.

Lin Jianshen felt like he was doing something thief the first time he went out to buy this stuff.

Fortunately, there was no one in the apartment building today.

He thought for a moment and then bought some snacks and drinks.

Oreo cookies, Lay's potato chips, Wahaha AD calcium milk. Chocolate, jelly.

Take whatever you have.

Maybe when she gets back, she can watch a movie and have some snacks to ease her tension.

He carried a full bag of things, walked to the door of the room, and pushed it open.

Xia Tingwan jumped off the bed, barefoot, and rushed straight into his arms.

She jumped up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and hung on him.

Lin Jianshen reached out and supported her almost instinctively.

The bag fell to the ground.

"Wanwan—"

She lowered her head and kissed him.

It seems we don't need those preludes anymore.

Lin Jianshen kicked the door shut and carried her inside.

"It's too late for you to back out now."

Two flames burned in his dark pupils.

His hot breath sprayed onto her face and the hollows of her neck.

Xia Tingwan's heart was pounding, but she wasn't afraid of him at all.

She grabbed his collar, pulled his neck down slightly, and kissed him again.

Lin Jianshen felt long eyelashes brushing against his face.

How could he possibly admit defeat in something like this?

He stole her breath and regained control.

A hand, calloused, moved up and down through her dark hair.

His rough fingertips lingered on her collarbone, stroking it back and forth.

It feels like fine jade.

Xia Tingwan tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and made room for him.

A soft, fragmented singing voice escaped from between his lips and teeth.

She gradually lost her strength, so she simply stood up.

But her legs gradually lost strength, so she hugged him and backed up, sitting on the bed.

Finally, it fell backward onto the snow-white ground.

She quietly opened her eyes, wanting to remember what he looked like now.

His hands were on either side of her, and the veins on his arms were slightly bulging.

The muscles in his chest and abdomen were smooth and powerful, covered with a thin layer of sweat that gleamed faintly in the dim light.

A heavy aura completely enveloped her.

She washed all her clothes and hung them to dry on the balcony.

He was only wearing his large bathrobe, which was now loosely open, revealing his alluring curves.

He tore it open and lowered his head.

In meteorology, there is a concept called the vertical temperature lapse rate.

This means that for every kilometer increase in altitude, the temperature drops by six degrees Celsius.

He sensed it.

The highest point of the mountain is covered with snow all year round due to the cold.

Melting ice and snow is not an easy task.

Xia Tingwan trembled all over.

Just as she had gripped the fine sand on the beach years ago, she gripped the bedding tightly.

The scorching heat invaded all the senses.

Body temperature rose steadily, and skin turned a light pink.

She felt like the glowing red-hot fruitwood charcoal in the barbecue grills in Sun Yu's villa—burning from the inside out.

My heart was pounding.

The wild rhythm traveled along his teeth and bones, through his eardrums, and formed a continuous echo in his brain.

Heart palpitations, nervousness, shyness, anticipation.

All her emotions were mixed together, making her feel dizzy and disoriented.

Lin Jianshen raised his head and asked again.

"May I?"

Xia Tingwan looked at him.

She bit her luscious lips, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Even if I don't go to you, won't you come to me?"

He understood.

So he no longer hesitated.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, plum blossoms stand proudly against the snow.

Xia Tingwan tilted her head back and bit her lower lip.

But a little sound still leaked out.

A short, trapezoidal butterfly fairy, dancing like a butterfly, landed on his shoulder.

A gust of wind blew by.

The rain outside the window suddenly intensified.

Raindrops pattered against the glass, their sound clumsy and reckless.

The sound of heavy rain came in bursts.

The storm subsided briefly.

Half an hour later, the rain started pattering against the window again.

Xia Tingwan didn't want to be too passive.

She rolled over and sat up.

But all the strength seemed to have been drained from my body, and I could only barely maintain a sitting posture, my breathing rapid and disordered.

Lin Jianshen looked at her.

She sat there, her long hair draped loosely over her shoulders and back, a few strands damp with sweat, clinging to her flushed cheeks.

He reached out and picked her up.

She was like a pendant, hanging on him.

Only one low-powered spotlight was left on inside the room.

Under the light, their figures were completely overlapped.

To merge into one.

In traditional Chinese culture.

The story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai transforming into butterflies has made butterflies a symbol of love and freedom.

Now, this symbol has flown into the air, flapping its wings and scattering a little pollen.

Every time a butterfly takes flight, it becomes beautiful.

That fleeting moment of fluttering is the most beautiful eternity in the world.

She grew wings.

Wrap him up, cover him.

He seems to be healing himself.

It also seems to be burning.

Outside the window, the rain is still falling.

The rain lasted for a very long time.

It lasted so long that it felt like all the rain of the summer would fall in one night.

Xia Tingwan lay in Lin Jianshen's arms, her face pressed against his chest.

His heartbeat hadn't fully calmed down yet, each beat powerfully pounding against her eardrums.

Her teeth were still chattering slightly, as if she were savoring the afterglow of joy, and a tear still clung to the corner of her eye.

This is the most vibrant time of our lives.

All the hardships turned into sweet tears in the twilight.