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

He had tossed this coin once two years ago.

Now, it's being slowly pressed down by his thumb.

The room is not well soundproofed.

The sound of running water could be heard continuously from the bathroom.

Lin Jianshen felt the air getting hot again.

The evening breeze wasn't cool at all.

"The urban heat island effect is too severe. Maybe we shouldn't save money by only buying fans. We should buy air conditioners. This weather is unbearably hot."

He muttered as he opened the window wider.

His gaze returned to the coin between his fingers.

The edge of the coin emitted a faint arc of light under the illumination of the light bulb.

He sighed, looked away from the coin, and instead surveyed the house he had lived in for two years.

He is a person with very low material desires; apart from necessities, he will not actively buy anything else.

Therefore, the house is not much different from what it was two years ago.

The only difference was the addition of a Simmons mattress to the bed.

In his previous life, he was unfortunate, but in some ways fortunate.

The first room he rented had a Simmons mattress on the bed frame.

That soft elasticity is simply a luxurious experience.

He would often slam himself heavily onto the Simmons mattress and then bounce up.

Orphanages have large communal sleeping areas; where can you find such conditions?

Later, he developed a habit: sometimes he would throw himself heavily onto the bed and feel his body bounce up, as if all his troubles were briefly bounced away.

When I first arrived here, the bed in the room was a hardboard bed.

He suffered a lot because of this habit, and then he changed it.

When Xia Tingwan was 24, she gave him this Simmons mattress as a birthday present.

Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled: "Happy birthday, brother! You can fall all you want now, it won't hurt anymore."

Yes, he is already 24 years old.

Xia Tingwan had just turned eighteen not long ago.

He was six years older than her.

He was her brother.

The eldest brother is like a father.

These four words were like a red-hot branding iron, scorching his reason with a crackling sound.

His hand trembled slightly as he slowly clenched the coin in his palm, almost digging it into his flesh.

"well……"

The evening breeze of midsummer night carried away a soft sigh.

After taking a shower, Lin Jianshen lay down on the cool mat on the Simmons mattress.

He thought he was so tired that he would fall asleep quickly.

Moreover, this body sleeps very well and almost never suffers from insomnia.

Unlike in my previous life, I won't be inexplicably awakened midway through.

But tonight, he couldn't sleep.

Lying in bed.

He couldn't help but recall the misty steam when he first entered the bathroom.

Xia Tingwan loves flowers and their fragrance.

The current shower gel smells like roses.

The rich fragrance, in delicate wisps, stubbornly wafted into his nose.

Water droplets on the wall tiles slowly dripped down, gathering into a larger droplet.

Then it meandered down, leaving a shallow water trail.

A few minutes ago, the young woman, who was in the prime of her life and spent every day with him, took off her clothes here and stood under the showerhead, being washed by hot water.

He covered his face in anguish, tossing and turning in bed.

The poor soul suffering from insomnia still cannot control his thoughts.

He remembered the mirror in the bathroom.

When he first went in.

The mirror had clearly been wiped by the hand of the previous person who had taken a bath.

What kind of beautiful scenes were depicted here at that time?

The mirror was slightly damp from the heat.

The figure appeared somewhat blurry. He noticed something unintentionally and reached out to wipe the mirror.

I finally saw that there was a lipstick mark on my cheek.

The shape of a cherry-like mouth.

That must have been left by him when he was carrying her on his back.

Then he thought of that soft touch.

He remembered her in his arms, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She looked at him with her peach blossom eyes: "Brother, what does the phrase 'Even if I don't go, you won't come' mean?"

He remembered her dancing, her flowing, fiery, layered skirt.

I remembered her long, straight, and fair legs as she slowly lifted them up.

He remembered the slight tremor of her collar as she jumped.

"I can't think about it, I can't think about it."

"What she needs is a normal relationship, not this kind of abnormal attachment."

"Perhaps she's too close. You should keep your distance, give her space, and let her see her own heart clearly."

Lin Jianshen began to lie on the bed and count sheep.

The more he counted, the clearer his mind became, and in his frustration, all he wanted to do was kill the sheep.

Immediately, right now!

Who on earth invented this stupid method?!

What's wrong with you!

Fortunately, he often suffered from insomnia in his previous life, so he had many methods.

If one doesn't work, try the next one.

There's bound to be one that will be useful.

Anyway, he can't sleep, so he has plenty of time to try.

The 487 breathing method involves adjusting your breathing rhythm and focusing on the inhalation and exhalation of breath...

Use mental suggestion to repeatedly tell yourself, "I'm sleepy, I want to fall asleep..."

Self-hypnosis: Imagine yourself floating on a calm sea...

I don't know which method was used, or how much time has passed.

The insomniac finally managed to drift into a light sleep.

Lin Jianshen dreamed of the girl he had a crush on in his past life.

The background was blurry, with only a hazy figure visible. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out the other person's face.

The girl's voice drifted over, tinged with resentment: "Lin Jianshen, why don't you like me anymore?"

Lin Jianshen was taken aback and asked, "How did you know I like you?"

The girl said, "I can tell from your eyes."

"When you like someone, you can't hide it in your eyes."

The look in his eyes... couldn't be hidden...

Yes, when did Xia Tingwan's gaze towards him begin to change?

He gradually developed a dependence, a joy, and some things he dared not see clearly.

The girl interrupted his thoughts with displeasure: "Hey, you're daydreaming while talking to me? That's too much!"

Lin Jianshen gave a bitter smile.

In this situation, he could only manage a bitter smile.

"It's okay," the girl's voice suddenly became confident, with a hint of coquettishness, "I'll make you like me again."

Then she started dancing for no apparent reason.

The girl started dancing, and as she danced, her clothes inexplicably transformed into a bright red ancient costume.

The skirt has layers upon layers.

It was a blinding red, like a burning flame.

She spun faster and faster, her clothes falling apart piece by piece as she spun.

Then she stepped into the steaming, ancient-style bathtub.

Rose petals floated on the water.

"Come on, what are you standing there for?" She lay in the bathtub, beckoning with her finger with a seductive air.

"Even if I didn't invite you, wouldn't you have come by yourself?" Her voice was languid.

Lin Jianshen couldn't control his body.

He walked over.

She embraced him, her peach blossom eyes brimming with tears, her lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids: "Even if I don't go, won't you come to me?"

"What?" Lin Jianshen was startled.

He still couldn't get a clear look at her face.

But those eyes clearly belong to Xia Tingwan!

He suddenly woke up with a start.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The hot summer night breeze blew in.

His legs were covered in sweat.

Reach down and touch.

"Fuck..." Lin Jianshen uttered two words in shock.

He awkwardly got up and grabbed a tissue from the table to wipe his hands.

"We absolutely must install air conditioning."

"It's so hot, so incredibly hot! It's unbearably hot!"

Fortunately, they usually get dressed before leaving the bathroom after showering.

There's no need to take it off specifically when sleeping.

He was still wearing shorts and an old T-shirt at the time.

Otherwise, tonight we'd have to deal with more than just bitter tea seeds; we'd probably have to clean the straw mat too.

He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

Midsummer night, dreams linger.

I know that as long as I live, my feelings will remain; the past will not fly away with the colorful clouds.

but……

Ugh……

He stood there stunned for a long time before grabbing a change of clothes and going into the bathroom.