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

Ning Xi promised He Kezhou that they would get their marriage certificate once he returned to Xincheng.

He Kezhou held her in his arms, his smile making her heart flutter.

Ning Xi pressed her face against his, feeling each other's heartbeats.

He Kezhou buried his face in her chest.

The scorching heat and the sucking sensation sent a jolt through Ning Xi, making her tremble as if she were being electrocuted.

She uttered broken words: "He Kezhou...time is running out..."

He Kezhou gently bit her and lifted her eyelids.

"I'll be quick this time."

Ning Xi was about to push his hands away, but instead gently pinched his earlobe.

He Kezhou once again showed Ning Xi what it means to not trust what a man says in bed!

……

Ning Xi returned to her rented room at 10 p.m.

Ning Fangping opened the door for Ning Xi, but before she could even steady herself, Ning Xi grabbed her arm and asked, "Fangfang's mom, did you miss me this afternoon?"

Ning Xi's eyes were bright and sparkling, her eyebrows were curved, like a kitten returning to its nest, her whole body exuding a relaxed yet vibrant energy.

Hearing Fangfang's mother say without hesitation that she didn't want to, Ningxi pouted.

She tiptoed, leaped slightly, and softly nestled into Ning Fangping's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around Fangfang's mother's neck, clinging to her body.

Ning Fangping glanced down at her.

She's gotten used to Ning Xi's clingy nature now.

Ning Fangping verbally berated her, but didn't push her away: "Xiao He left?"

Ning Xi nodded with a smile.

She made up her mind; she would book her flight that very night and go on a trip with her aunt.

Smelling the comforting scent emanating from her aunt, Ning Xi wrapped her arms around her aunt's waist.

Ning Fangping was startled when Ning Xi lifted her legs off the ground in his hug: "Ning Xi, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Xi chuckled, grinning foolishly.

She didn't know what was wrong with her today.

He was full of energy.

The little girl's cheeks were rosy, and her eyes shone with happiness.

Ning Fangping poked her forehead. "Put me down right now. You're not all listless anymore now that your boyfriend's back. You've got so much energy to burn, huh?"

"If you hurt your back, you'll be crying."

Ning Xi put Fangfang's mother down and raised her strong arm in front of her.

Ning Fangping slapped her thin arm across the face.

Ning Xi pouted, "Fangfang's mom, you're so fierce!"

After finishing her accusation, she followed Fangfang's mother back to her room.

Seeing her lively and cheerful childlike demeanor, Ning Fangping's serious expression softened slightly: "Have you eaten dinner?"

Ning Xi nodded.

Ning Fangping would have fallen asleep already if she hadn't been waiting for Ning Xi.

She is used to going to bed early.

Ning Xi lay down next to Fangfang's mother and snuggled into her arms.

"Have you taken a shower? Then lie down on the bed."

Ning Xi wrinkled her nose and sniffed herself: "I smell good."

Ning Xi was sent to take a shower by Ning Fangping, and she pretended to stay in the bathroom for more than ten minutes.

She didn't dare wear a nightgown and changed into a set of pajamas with long pants and a short-sleeved top.

Lying in bed, she deliberately bothered Fangfang's mother, trying to get her to talk to her.

Ning Fangping pulled down the rolled-up shirt over her stomach. "If you don't behave yourself while sleeping, go sleep on the sofa."

Ning Xi pouted especially high: "I only nudged you because I like you."

Ning Fangping: "I don't like you."

Fangfang's mother is being hypocritical!

Ning Xi pretended to be unhappy and turned her back to Fangfang's mother.

Ning Fangping was worried that she would catch a cold if she didn't cover herself with a blanket, so she draped a thin blanket over her.

Ning Xi rolled over and hugged Fangfang's mother's arm: "Please comfort me."

Ning Fangping closed her eyes and ignored her.

Ning Xi knew that she had particularly annoyed Fangfang's mother tonight.

She consciously went to turn off the lights.

Lying back in bed, she assumed Fangfang's mother was asleep.

Ning Xi closed her eyes and heard Fangfang's mother's gentle voice.

"May my daughter Ningxi live a healthy, peaceful, happy, and blessed life."

"Always be a lively and cheerful child."

Ning Xi covered her face with a thin blanket and couldn't help but roll around on the bed, overjoyed.

She is the happiest child in the world.

……

He Zhixian received the news of the death of Old Master He from Gangcheng on the third night of Ning Xi's family trip.

She held her phone and glanced lazily at Luan Shuo, who had just come out of the bathroom after washing up.

Seeing his long-sleeved pajamas with all the buttons fastened to the top, she felt even more aroused.

Sometimes, not showing skin is more alluring than showing it.

She looked him over from head to toe with undisguised and direct gaze, again and again.

Luan Shuo walked up to He Zhixian and changed her dressing.

He Zhixian deliberately untied the strap of his pajamas on the right shoulder, his eyes lingering on his face.

The gunshot wound on her arm slowly healed over time.

The beautiful arm has lost its beauty because of this wound.

He Zhixian's long eyelashes drooped down, landing on Luan Shuo, who was carefully tending to her wounds.

The man had clear, cold eyes and a sharp, hard jawline. He exuded an unchanging restraint and aloofness, yet the force with which his fingertips touched her skin was gentle and careful.

A sudden, stubborn flutter surged in her heart. She leaned forward slightly, and before he could react, her warm, soft lips covered his.

Luan Shuo's lips were warmer and softer than he was.

He Zhixian pried open his lips and teeth, and used his fingertips to unbutton his pajamas.

Two minutes later, she opened her eyes, her eyes filled with annoyance.

Luan Shuo's shirt was wide open, but there was not a trace of emotion on his face.

His cold gaze fell on her face, making one feel inexplicably sad.

He Zhixian took off her nightgown.

He was always like that in front of her.

Rigid, reserved, and lacking in romantic understanding.

She leaned down to kiss him, but he remained tense and unresponsive, like a cold, restrained sculpture, extinguishing all her passion.

The moment Luan Shuo took off her clothes, his gaze fell only on the wound on her arm.

He Zhixian's bold move made Luan Shuo suddenly raise his eyes, his dark and deep eyes meeting her bright and flamboyant gaze.

Before he could pull away, He Zhixian's slender left hand had already precisely hooked around his neck, her fingertips tightening slightly, with her usual domineering yet spoiled manner, forcefully pulling him backward.

Luan Shuo's body stiffened slightly, forced to lean against the back of the sofa, the cotton swab hanging precariously beside her wound, her movements abruptly halted.

He looked up at the person deliberately provoking him, his voice low and hoarse, filled with barely suppressed helplessness: "The medicine hasn't been changed yet, don't move."

He Zhixian slightly raised her eyes, her bright eyes tinged with a carefree languor and stubbornness, completely ignoring his attempts to dissuade her. She stared intently at his tense, restrained brows, her tone blatantly seductive and coquettish: "I don't want to change my medication right now."

She leaned down slightly, bringing her breath close to his ear, her voice warm and tender as she spoke clearly, "I just want to sleep with you."

That one-sided kiss was not enough to soothe the restlessness in her heart.

What she wanted was never a perfunctory touch, but his uncontrollable surrender in front of her, and him breaking the boundaries she had so firmly guarded.

He Zhixian stood up slightly and sat steadily on his lap, her figure flamboyant and radiant.

She raised her hand and forcefully grasped his hand, which had distinct knuckles and thin calluses, pressing it firmly against her waist. Her waist pressed slightly against his, and she pressed closer step by step, wanting to tear apart all his calm and restraint.

Luan Shuo's sudden closing of his eyes stopped her from tearing off his clothes.

He Zhixian gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Does sleeping with me make you that uncomfortable?"

He was clearly responsive, but unwilling to touch her.

He Zhixian got off his lap. "Luan Shuo, you're a coward."

"I'd give my life to shield you from a bullet, is it so hard for you to admit you love me?"

The next instant, her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.

Luan Shuo's strength was restrained yet not allowing her to break free; he gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her back down from where she had just managed to get up.

His arms were suddenly empty and then filled again. He looked up at the person straddling his lap. For the first time, an uncontrollable darkness and obsession surged in the usually calm and indifferent eyes. His voice was terribly hoarse, with the tentative tone of a gambler's desperate gamble: "After this, will you still be interested in my body?"

He Zhixian froze, a hint of surprise appearing in her bright eyes.

Before she could speak, Luan Shuo parted his thin lips and uttered a sentence from the past that had been sealed for three years and unknown to anyone: "Three years ago, in Hong Kong, it was your coming-of-age ceremony."

That short sentence struck me like a thunderclap.

He Zhixian froze, all her languid and spoiled demeanor vanishing.

"Were you the one that night?"

The chaotic memories she had deliberately buried suddenly surged up.

Three years ago, during her coming-of-age ceremony in Hong Kong, she was secretly drugged and lost consciousness. That night, a strange man was brought to her side and spent a bizarre night with her. She was not in her right mind at all and did not even see his face clearly.

She woke up after the antidote was removed, but the man had already left.

When she tried to find this person, she couldn't find him no matter what she did.

She never imagined that the man she had completely forgotten, the one whose face she couldn't even remember, was the same Luan Shuo that she had obtained from He Kezhou two years ago.

They spent every day together, yet she never recognized him.

She thought about how absurd and unrestrained she had been right under his nose.

Suddenly, I understood why Luan Shuo wouldn't let her touch him.

It turns out that all his restraint and aloofness over the past three years were not out of indifference, nor were they out of composure.

Luan Shuo pressed his fingertip against her left buttock. "Here, there is a red mole."

That night, he kissed that spot again and again.

A familiar yet unfamiliar touch spread through her skin and throughout her body, precisely striking at the vague memories buried deep in her heart.

He Zhixian shuddered violently, unable to control his trembling, a tingling, itchy, and aching sensation washing over his entire body.

"Luan Shuo, you've always refused to touch me. Do you think I'm dirty?"

Luan Shuo's eyes darkened, revealing the pent-up resentment and unease accumulated over the past three years. His voice was hoarse and low, each word filled with both courage and humility: "No. I'm afraid you're just using me for a moment and will throw me away afterward."

He Zhixian's heart skipped a beat, and all traces of his spoiled and playful demeanor vanished. He suddenly leaned down and tilted his head back, his burning lips forcefully covering his cool lips, silencing all his restraint and unease.

Luan Shuo's response almost made her waist go weak instantly.

From the sofa to the bed, He Zhixian hooked his arm around Luan Shuo's neck and bit his ear: "This time, I will remember how you look in bed, and I will take full responsibility for you."