Transmigrated as the male lead's roommate's vicious girlfriend

New City Airport.

He Zhixian pushed his sunglasses up on the bridge of his nose, placing them at his hairline, and lazily glanced at Luan Shuo, who was approaching with his suitcase.

Without waiting for him to arrange her schedule, she walked out of the airport in her high heels.

Luan Shuo followed slowly behind He Zhixian, her eyes still showing the usual cold indifference, without the slightest ripple, but her pace unconsciously quickened slightly.

All of He Zhixian's patience with Luan Shuo vanished this morning when he tied himself to the bed with a blanket.

Apart from Luan Shuo, no man dared to treat her like that.

No man could truly remain unmoved by her presence.

Do you really think she has no temper?

You can't give a man a nice look.

Since Luan Shuo came to her side, she hasn't been with a man for a long time.

Apart from Luan Shuo, no other man could lift her spirits.

Luan Shuo wouldn't let her touch him, so she went along with it, giving him all her patience.

They lived a life even more detached and ascetic than the nuns in the temple.

But Luan Shuo's heart was colder than ice.

It's impossible to warm it up.

She stopped covering it up.

Passersby subconsciously glanced at He Zhixian and the man following closely behind him.

The woman possessed a breathtakingly beautiful face, and even with a cold expression and aloof demeanor, her innate radiance was still undeniable.

Passersby couldn't help but turn their heads, their eyes glued to He Zhixian.

A man in a suit and carrying a briefcase was walking normally when he looked up and saw a woman walking towards him. He was momentarily stunned and didn't even notice that he had spilled all the coffee in his hand onto his clothes.

He Zhixian happened to see this scene and chuckled at the man.

The man, seeing her dazed eyes, became excited and frenzied.

When the man jogged over to ask for his contact information, He Kezhi raised an eyebrow, his eyes revealing undisguised disdain.

"Sorry, you're too ugly."

The man was so ashamed by He Zhixian's words that his face and neck turned bright red.

He Zhixian's gaze fell on the young man ten meters away. "If you looked like him, I would give you my contact information without hesitation."

The young man was dressed neatly and his tall, nearly 1.9-meter-tall figure was particularly eye-catching. Before she said this, he was casually scrolling through his phone with his head down, exuding a clean and dazzling youthful aura.

Upon hearing her boast, he instinctively looked up and gazed at her.

Upon seeing the beautiful woman praising him in his line of sight, his ears instantly turned bright red.

He Zhixian stood lazily in place, tilting his head and smiling at the boy.

The boy, clutching his phone and blushing, wanted to approach He Zhixian, but hesitated because of the man following behind her.

He Zhixian smiled and waved his phone at the shy and timid young man who wanted to ask for his contact information.

Frustrated by Luan Shuo's repeated rejections, she was too lazy to bother choosing anyone and decided to just grab anyone she found pleasing to the eye and take them back to the hotel to relieve her boredom.

Before helping He Kezhou, she needed to make herself feel good first.

The boy gripped his phone so tightly that his fingertips turned white, and it took him a while to muster the courage to walk closer.

He Zhixian caught a glimpse of his little actions out of the corner of his eye, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He carefully measured the situation, pretending to twist his foot suddenly, and then leaning his body to the side.

The boy reacted faster than he thought, instinctively reaching out his hand—

He Zhixian's body did not lean towards the boy as she had expected.

His large hand, placed on her waist, steadied her before she could even tilt.

She lifted her eyelids and looked at Luan Shuo with annoyance.

Luan Shuo placed his large hand on her waist, not immediately withdrawing: "A man you just picked up is dirty."

His calm demeanor only fueled He Zhixian's anger.

The boy's outstretched hand hung limply in mid-air. His face was as red as a boiled shrimp, and it took him a long time to utter a complete sentence, "I'm...not dirty..."

He Zhixian lowered his eyes, rubbed his temples, and looked at the nervous and helpless boy in front of him, but spoke to Luan Shuo: "You heard it, he said he's not dirty."

Luan Shuo's large hand supporting her waist made her feel even more empty.

She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be with a man.

He Zhixian smiled charmingly at the boy, "I feel like I have a bit of heatstroke, could you please take me back to my hotel?"

Her invitation was quite suggestive.

The boy was flattered and embarrassed, blushing as he looked nervously at the man behind her.

He Zhixian's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of innate pride lingering in the corners of her eyes. She gracefully extended her slender, white hand towards the boy. "I'm talking to you, why are you looking at him like that?"

The boy subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to receive the slender, white, and delicate hand that was offered to him, his movements gentle and accommodating.

Just as their fingertips were about to touch.

Without saying a word, Luan Shuo suddenly wrapped his long arm around He Zhixian's waist and swiftly hoisted her onto his shoulder.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over me, and my blood rushed to my head.

He Zhixian's sunglasses landed on her lips.

Her first reaction was that she was ashamed.

She was held tightly by his waist and abdomen like an object, her chest and abdomen pressed against his hard shoulder bones, her breathing becoming labored from the jolting.

"Put me down."

He Zhixian gritted his teeth, his voice extremely low, his proud dignity shattered.

Luan Shuo ignored him.

He pressed his palm against her lower back to prevent her from moving, his steps steady and heavy as he walked straight toward the car parked by the roadside, not even glancing at the boy who stood frozen in place behind him.

He Zhixian gripped the handbag tightly and slammed his hand down hard on Luan Shuo's back and shoulder.

The dull thuds of the leathery object hitting the bones were intermittent, mixed with her suppressed anger.

She pounded on him with all her might, but his grip on her only tightened, letting her vent her anger without altering his course in the slightest.

He Zhixian's face turned completely cold.

Luan Shuo reached out and opened the car door, then bent down and shoved the person inside.

He Zhixian laughed in exasperation.

She swung her handbag violently from her side. The cold, sharp metal chain suddenly swept across Luan Shuo's cheek.

The gleaming silver chain grazed his cheekbone, leaving a bright red, swollen mark on his cool-toned skin.

Luan Shuo lowered her eyes, as if she couldn't feel the pain.

He Zhixian regretted it the moment he threw it.

Almost immediately, she gripped his chin with her fingertips, her gaze falling on his swollen cheekbones.

My heart suddenly felt even more heavy and uncomfortable.

What she liked most about Luan Shuo was his handsome face and perfect figure.

That red swelling is glaringly obvious.

Luan Shuo maintained his position, refraining from further provoking her.

He Zhixian's chest heaved a few times. He released his grip on the man's face and said in a deep voice, "Go back to the hotel."

Upon arriving at the hotel room, He Zhixian pulled the suitcase from Luan Shuo's hand, slamming the door shut with a loud bang, almost hitting Luan Shuo in the face.

……

Twenty minutes later, He Zhixian changed into a clean nude pink halter dress and handed the bag she was carrying to Luan Shuo, who was waiting outside the room.

She didn't forget her plans for the afternoon.

There's still half an hour until Ning Xi's performance today.

On her way to the theater, she got off the bus.

Luan Shuo followed her into the pharmacy.

He Zhixian took the swelling and redness-reducing gel from the shop assistant, grabbed Luan Shuo's collar as he was paying, and roughly pulled him down in front of him, applying the ointment to his cheekbone.

The cashier had her hands clenched into fists and rested on her chin.

A domineering young lady and aloof bodyguard.

Good heavens, the novels I've been reading are coming true!

After applying the ointment, He Zhixian casually tossed the vial to Luan Shuo, wiped the ointment-covered fingertips clean on Luan Shuo's clothes, and turned to walk out of the pharmacy without looking back.

When Luan Shuo got into the car, He Zhixian was lazily leaning against the seat cushion, engrossed in watching a short drama on the in-car entertainment screen.

Large sunglasses covered most of her face, making it impossible to discern her expression.