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

Xia Tingwan quickly explained, "No, I went out to buy steamed buns."

Lin Jianshen relaxed his brow, let out a long yawn, rubbed his messy blond hair, and casually said, "Oh. Then... bring me a carton of milk while you're at it."

After saying that, she shuffled off in her slippers toward the bathroom.

Didn't he used to dislike drinking milk?

They said it was something only children and women drank, that it had a fishy smell, and that men should drink it.

Xia Tingwan was a little puzzled, but didn't say anything, only nodded and said, "Okay, okay. I'll be right back."

She went out wearing a pair of dirty-looking canvas shoes.

It wasn't that she didn't like cleanliness, but these canvas shoes were picked up from a garbage dump, and the stains had seeped into the fabric.

No matter how much you scrub, it always looks filthy.

The breakfast stall was nearby, and the owner, Pei Fang, was a quick and efficient middle-aged woman.

She took a bottle of milk from the shelf and put it in another plastic bag.

His tone was filled with undisguised contempt: "That bastard's getting more and more arrogant lately, still wanting milk in the morning?"

"He didn't earn this money himself. He's like an old-fashioned tyrant, getting something for nothing and still ordering people around."

"Xiao Wan, you're just too nice. If he bullies you, just tell your aunt."

She handed Xia Tingwan a plastic bag with the Qianji logo printed on it and asked with concern, "Has he stopped hitting me recently? Girl, you have to be careful. If he does something reckless again, secretly record it."

"Auntie will help you find someone to report him!"

Xia Tingwan took the bag and shook her head: "Aunt Pei, I'm fine... Thank you."

Pei Fang said worriedly, "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature. He's full of bad ideas; maybe he's brewing some wicked scheme again."

Xia Tingwan hesitated and said, "I feel he has changed a lot, it shouldn't be like that, right?"

"What do you mean, 'can't it'?!" Pei Fang exclaimed anxiously. "A leopard can't change its spots! There's one in our neighborhood who used to beat his wife terribly, but then he knelt at the door and kowtowed, tears and snot streaming down his face, saying he had suddenly repented."

"And what happened? They were fine for three days, but then he started hitting his wife again over some trivial matter."

"This time he was sent straight to the hospital; he has three broken ribs!" Pei Fang held up three fingers and waved them.

"This kind of person is rotten to the core!"

"Girl, you must never let your guard down..."

Her words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Xia Tingwan.

Xia Tingwan became a little scared again.

A drowning person is most afraid of driftwood floating by, but it is actually just a piece of dead branch.

It gave people hope, but then left them in despair after the truth was revealed.

What if he is still him...

Xia Tingwan dared not think any further.

She carried the bag and slowly walked back.

It felt like every morning before, each step felt like stepping into a deeper, colder pool.

Seeing her return, Lin Jianshen asked, "Why did it take you so long to buy just some steamed buns?"

Xia Tingwan didn't dare say that she was chatting with the breakfast stall owner, so she lied and said, "There were a lot of people when I went, so I had to wait in line for a while."

Lin Jianshen pointed to the table and said, "Let's eat."

Xia Tingwan glanced at the table and found that porridge had already been served and two sets of bowls and chopsticks had been set out.

He ate very little of the pig's head meat last night, so he took it out of the refrigerator and put it on a small plate.

Seeing Xia Tingwan in a daze, Lin Jianshen, who was already sitting down and drinking porridge, said, "What, do you have to eat standing up?"

Xia Tingwan hesitated for a moment, remembering what the breakfast stall owner had said, and ultimately didn't dare to move.

"Fine, do whatever you want, I can't be bothered with you."

"Give me the steamed buns and milk."

Xia Tingwan handed him the plastic bag.

She picked up her bowl of porridge, habitually moved it to the shade next to the refrigerator, and sipped it slowly.

Lin Jianshen opened the milk, inserted the straw, and just as he brought it to his lips, he suddenly stopped.

He frowned, moved the box further away, looked at the packaging, and then clicked his tongue in disgust.

"Mengniu?" He looked up at Xia Tingwan in the shadows, his tone unfriendly. "This brand of milk is terribly fishy; I never drink it, didn't you know?"

Xia Tingwan froze instantly as she drank her porridge, feeling as if all the blood in her body had turned cold.

coming.

They arrived as expected.

Excuse.

Find fault.

Next comes smashing things, and then raising your fist...

Aunt Pei was right after all...

Fear washed over her like icy seawater, and she began to tremble uncontrollably, her fingers gripping the rim of the bowl tightly.

She could even sense that the milk carton would hit her in the face in the next second.

However, what was expected did not happen.

Lin Jianshen impatiently pushed the milk towards the edge of the table near her: "Try it yourself, see if it's fishy."

His tone was harsh: "It tastes awful. Here, take it and get out of here, don't leave it in the way."

Xia Tingwan was stunned.

She glanced at the carton of milk that had been pushed towards her, then at Lin Jianshen, who was engrossed in drinking his porridge.

You're not going to hit her?

I just... disliked the taste, so... I gave it to her?

After hesitating for a few seconds, she carefully reached out and took the carton of milk.

The cardboard box still held the warmth of his hand.

She bit down and took a small sip.

Ignore the inherent fishy smell of pure milk; the milky aroma melts in your mouth, carrying a slight sweetness.

For her, this was a long-lost, almost luxurious taste.

Was it really because he disliked the taste?

still is……

An even bolder conjecture emerged uncontrollably.

Was he... trying to get me to drink milk this way?

"Xia Tingwan, Xia Tingwan, don't flatter yourself. Don't you know what kind of person he is?"

"There's no such thing as time travel in the world. Stop daydreaming."

Lin Jianshen quickly finished his meal, pointed to the remaining pork head meat on the table, and said, "We don't need this leftovers. Throw it away. We'll buy new ones tonight. I don't want to keep eating leftovers."

After finishing his meal, he left in a hurry.

The security door slammed shut.

Xia Tingwan waited for a long time to make sure he wouldn't suddenly turn back before slowly walking to the dining table and sitting down.

She finished her milk and then quietly ate the rest of the pig's head meat.

My stomach was full, but my mind was in turmoil.

Lin Jianshen walked for half an hour and arrived at the place where he had handed out flyers yesterday.

There were still more than forty minutes until the agreed time.

Lin Jianshen sat on the curb and waited.

There was nothing he could do; for some reason, he suddenly sensed that Xia Tingwan's wariness had increased again.

He stayed at home, and the girl didn't even dare to sit at the table to eat.

He needs to give her some space.

The weather is exceptionally hot today.

As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already as if it were covered in fire.

Even the cicadas' chirping seemed weak and listless.

A layer of something that was neither cloud nor fog floated low in the sky, making people feel suffocated.

Finally, the middle-aged man arrived on his electric tricycle.

He was somewhat surprised to see Lin Jianshen waiting here so early.

Without making a sound, he glanced at Lin Jianshen's blond hair, his short-sleeved shirt with a tiger head print, his capri pants, and his loafers.

"Wow, you're here early, kid." The man parked his car, took out his cigarette case, flicked one out, and handed it to him.

Lin Jianshen took it, thanked him, and tucked it behind his ear.

"Thanks, Uncle. I'll get to work first, and then I'll smoke."

"The sooner I finish sending them out, the sooner I can go home and have dinner earlier."

He changed "go back" to "home".

After saying that, I felt a strange stirring in my heart.

The man smiled enigmatically: "Someone cooks at home? I didn't realize that."

Lin Jianshen understood his meaning, but did not argue. He simply smiled and said, "Yes."

The man didn't ask any more questions and handed him a thick stack of flyers: "Same old rule, distribute them all in this area."

Lin Jianshen responded, picked up the flyer, and joined the bustling crowd.

The sun was exceptionally scorching, and Lin Jianshen's short-sleeved shirt remained damp against his back.

Fortunately, he was faster today because of yesterday's experience.

In the evening, he dragged his sunburnt body back to the alley entrance.

The man hadn't packed up his stall yet today. When he came back, I counted out 120 yuan and handed it to him.