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

It's impossible not to be afraid when someone stands in front of you with a knife.

Lin Jianshen suppressed the pounding in his heart and tried to make his voice sound as calm as possible.

Seeing that he seemed to be truly awake, the girl trembled slightly and murmured softly.

"How could this happen?"

Why did this happen...?

Lin Jianshen suddenly felt a churning in his stomach and, not paying attention to what she was saying, rushed towards the bathroom.

Seeing Xia Tingwan blocking his way, he forced out a voice from his throat: "Get out of the way."

Xia Tingwan stood frozen, as if she hadn't heard a thing.

Lin Jianshen roughly shoved her aside with his shoulder and rushed into the bathroom.

Empty bottles were kicked and rolled around with a clatter.

"Huff..."

He collapsed onto the toilet and vomited violently.

Damn it, how much alcohol did the original owner drink?

This guy might as well just stick the beer bottle straight into his stomach and drink himself to death.

The thick white porridge, shredded potatoes, and undigested meat buns were mixed together to form a paste-like vomit.

It was accompanied by a stench that was absolutely disgusting.

Upon smelling the stench, Lin Jianshen couldn't help but vomit even more violently, as if he were about to throw up his internal organs.

A sharp "clang" came from behind me; it was the sound of a kitchen knife falling to the ground.

Xia Tingwan stood still, looking down at the cold light on the ground, her fingertips icy cold.

"Why...why aren't they dead yet?"

"Everything was prepared, even the method for disposing of the body was determined."

"Why did he wake up?"

The girl screamed in pain in her heart, her fingernails digging into her palms.

Once he wakes up, there will be no chance.

Even with a knife, he would never be a match for him.

After vomiting, Lin Jianshen felt a little better, and his head didn't seem to hurt as much anymore, but his stomach felt empty.

He stood up, turned on the bathroom tap, and rinsed his mouth.

Only then did I have the mind to look up at the mirror.

He was stunned.

This body looks exactly like the one from my previous life!

Even the position of the small mole at the corner of his right eye was exactly as it should be!

Could it really be me from a parallel universe?

However, in my previous life I was thinner, while this body is more robust.

Come to think of it, he's the kind of guy who's always getting into fights on the streets.

What made him uncomfortable was that his glaring yellow hair stood up in a messy, unruly manner, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know he was a hoodlum.

If you ignore her pale face from vomiting and her striking hair color, she's actually quite good-looking.

He has a standard square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a straight nose.

However, there was an inescapable fierceness between his brows, and his messy eyebrows made him look somewhat fierce.

"A disastrous start..." Lin Jianshen sighed inwardly.

Remembering that his adopted sister was still standing outside, he looked away and walked out of the restroom.

Xia Tingwan remained frozen in place, her eyes vacant, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

"What are you doing with that knife?" Lin Jianshen asked, frowning as he looked at the gleaming knife lying on the ground.

Xia Tingwan was in a daze thinking: cut the corpse into pieces and dump it at the nearby pig farm.

Pigs are omnivores with very sharp teeth. They can gnaw through a carcass down to the bones in just one night.

This person has no parents and is like a rat in a sewer; even if he disappears, no one will care.

An old man was in charge of the pig farm; he would put the pig feed in every day and then leave.

They're so careless, they probably won't notice.

The restaurant owner where I work said that the pig farm didn't have a breeding license or a slaughtering license.

Even if a skeleton is discovered, people might not dare to call the police.

If the police are notified and she is found, that's better than living in hell.

She couldn't think of a more suitable way to handle it.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?" Lin Jianshen waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Xia Tingwan suddenly snapped out of her daze and stammered, "Cut, cut fruit..."

Lin Jianshen turned around and glanced at the kitchen suspiciously: "I didn't see any fruit either..."

Xia Tingwan hurriedly corrected herself, lowering her head even further: "I said, I misspoke... When I was cutting potatoes, I found the knife was dull, so... so I sharpened it."

Lin Jianshen wanted to continue asking questions, but his stomach felt empty and restless, as if it were on fire.

"never mind."

He lifted his foot to walk towards the dining table, but then kicked a rolling wine bottle.

"Ugh, what a hassle," he muttered irritably.

Xia Tingwan shuddered, as if a switch had been flipped, instantly straightening her back and stammering an apology: "I'm sorry! I... I'll clean it up right away! I'm sorry!"

His tone was no longer as calm as before; it was filled with panic and obvious fear.

She frantically found a broken cardboard box, squatted down, and began picking up the empty wine bottles scattered all over the ground.

These empty bottles can be used as a discount on your next wine purchase.

Her hair was very long, and it slipped down with her movements, dragging on the floor.

While tidying up, I accidentally pressed down on the end of my hair and pulled out a lock.

She let out a muffled groan, but immediately bit her lower lip, not daring to make any more noise.

As Lin Jianshen watched her prostrate figure on the ground, he felt as if something had stabbed him hard in the heart.

He tried to keep his voice calm: "Leave it alone, I'll do it."

The girl hesitated for a second, then moved even faster.

Her heart was filled with fear and pain—she thought this was yet another prelude to some kind of "teasing".

Lin Jianshen squatted down, grabbed her arm, and tried to make her stop.

"Ah!" Xia Tingwan let out a short scream and jerked her hand away in fright.

Dropping the cardboard box, they scrambled back, using both hands and feet, until they retreated into the narrow shadow formed by the refrigerator and the wall.

She huddled there, clutching the faded hem of her clothes tightly.

She was trembling uncontrollably: "I'm sorry... I really will get ready... Please don't hit me... I'll get ready quickly..."

If her performance fails to satisfy Lin Jianshen, she will, without a doubt, receive a severe beating.

Begging for mercy is mostly useless.

But sometimes, he would find it amusing and laugh out loud or make sarcastic remarks.

Then she might get punched less often.

His punches are heavy, and it hurts a lot to be hit. Even if you can avoid taking a single punch, it's still a good thing.

Therefore, Xia Tingwan had developed a conditioned reflex—to beg for mercy.

Lin Jianshen stood frozen in place.

Watching her shrink into an even smaller ball, trembling in the shadows.

Like a kitten covered in wounds.

His nose suddenly felt sore.

In his previous life, he was an orphan with no family and no one to love him. He had a hard life, but at least he had never been tormented like this.

The girl in front of him... lived a life worse than the most reclusive child in the orphanage he remembered.

The fear and emptiness deep in his eyes even hinted at a near collapse.

He couldn't speak for a long time.

In the shadows, Xia Tingwan closed her eyes tightly, letting her tears fall silently.

She wailed in her heart:

"Why...why won't this scum die?"

"Why must I remain in this hell?"

"Why, why!"

Lin Jianshen slowly stood up, took a few steps back, and sat down at the dining table.

Creating distance might make her feel safer.

Xia Tingwan deliberately exposed her back. Although the wound there was difficult to treat, if her arm was injured and it affected her work, the situation would become even worse.

The expected pain did not come.

She stopped crying, somewhat bewildered, feeling that his behavior today was rather unusual.

However, not being beaten is still a good thing.

Xia Tingwan timidly packed up the wine bottles, pushed the cardboard box to the corner, and then shrank back into the shadows next to the refrigerator, remaining motionless.

Seeing that she had calmed down a bit, Lin Jianshen said, "Get up."

Xia Tingwan trembled even more violently.

Sometimes, his tone would suddenly soften, but if she did so, that scumbag would turn on her.

"You really dare!"

"Can't you tell I'm being sarcastic?"

What followed was a brutal beating.

Perhaps in his eyes, sometimes teasing her and crushing her expectations is a very interesting thing.

Xia Tingwan is facing a choice.

However, the consequences of making the wrong choice are severe, and she has already missed many opportunities.

Therefore, almost without hesitation, she shrank into the shadows.

Looking at her reaction, Lin Jianshen suddenly understood something.

He slammed his hand on the table, raising his voice to the original owner's characteristic ferocity: "I told you to stand up! Are you deaf?!"

Xia Tingwan quickly stood up, her hair still hanging down, covering most of her face.

Sure enough, the "correct" way had to be used. Lin Jianshen sighed inwardly.

His gaze fell on the half-bowl of white porridge in front of him.

A layer of porridge film has already formed on top.

A strong feeling of hunger prompted him to pick up the bowl.

The chopsticks are right next to me.

The girl stood frozen in the shadows, her gaze passing through the gaps in her hair.

Seeing him pick up the bowl, his fingers nervously twisted together.