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

Seeing that he wasn't going to come in, Ning Xi turned and went out.

She thought to herself, "He really is the male lead in the book. Whether it's his looks, his physique, or his demeanor, he's truly captivating."

That kind of inherent nobility and aloofness is unlikely to be cultivated in an ordinary family.

She bent down to pick up the trash bags piled up in the aisle, turned her head slightly to meet Meng Yizhen's gaze, and asked, "Aren't you going in?"

The man's disgust for her had reached its peak. Anyone with eyes could see it.

She is Ning Xi with a different soul, so naturally she can't be like the original owner who would pounce on Meng Yizhen as soon as she saw her.

Ning Xi's normalcy made Meng Yizhen feel that something was wrong.

He frowned, wondering why this woman had suddenly changed her personality today.

The female voice that reached my ears had shed its usual affected coquettishness; its tone was sweet and clear, with an unexpected touch of warmth.

Meng Yizhen raised her head slightly, her scrutinizing gaze filled with vigilance.

When he came back this time, he originally wanted He Kezhou to help him bring the things he needed downstairs, but when he called, he found out that He was out delivering food.

The salary he paid He Kezhou was enough for him to live in the new city, but it might not be enough to support his girlfriend.

Knowing he was under pressure, he returned every rent payment He Kezhou transferred to him. He simply told him to remember it and pay him back when he was less strapped for cash.

Meng Yizhen stepped aside, looking at Ning Xi as if she were looking at the garbage bag in Ning Xi's hand.

Ning Xi groaned inwardly, realizing that she had completely ruined the original owner's popularity.

Everyone hates him.

There were too many garbage bags, and they made Ningxi's fingers hurt.

She was very perceptive and stopped getting in the way.

Meng Yizhen stared at the woman's hands, which were carrying seven or eight garbage bags. Her thin figure was almost submerged in the garbage bags.

"I took my things and left."

Ning Xi pressed the elevator button with difficulty and looked back at him.

She could tell from his cold tone that he wasn't completely ignoring her.

"This is your home, you don't need to tell me these things."

Meng Yizhen wouldn't be surprised if anyone said that.

But these words came from Ning Xi's mouth.

He leaned lazily against the wall, wanting to see if the woman was really going to take out the trash.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Ning Xi, without pausing, bent down and carried the trash into the elevator in one go.

The elevator doors closed, and the floor numbers began to change.

When Meng Yizhen saw that she had really gone to throw away the trash, she relaxed and felt relieved.

He went inside, found shoe covers in the shoe cabinet, put them on, and went directly to the master bedroom to enter the password and get into the room.

Ning Xi didn't go upstairs too quickly after throwing away the trash.

Meng Yizhen practically wore his reluctance to see her on his sleeve.

In her memory, whenever she had the chance to see Meng Yizhen, the original owner would always dress scantily and deliberately throw herself at him to create an opportunity for intimate contact.

Each time, they failed, instead creating many embarrassing and shameful situations for themselves and He Kezhou.

"Ugh."

Ning Xi sighed with melancholy.

Okay, she didn't want to remember anymore.

My vision blurred and my legs felt weak.

"Seriously? Just walking a few steps and taking out the trash, and this body can't handle it?"

Ning Xi squatted uncomfortably next to the trash can, preparing to slowly stand up again.

Sensing someone staring at her, she looked up.

Suddenly, I made eye contact with a short, chubby man wearing an Abibas white T-shirt.

The man was eating half a watermelon, watermelon juice dripping from his mouth onto his clothes, his eyes lecherously staring at her legs beneath her skirt.

Ning Xi frowned and stood up.

She forgot she was wearing a short skirt, and squatting like that, she must have accidentally exposed herself.

The man casually tossed the cleanly eaten watermelon rind into the trash can, vigorously wiped his sticky hands on his clothes, and stared at her with a blatant, scornful look: "How much? I'll take you home for one night?"

He stared at the woman who was standing blankly by the trash can for quite a while.

The woman's figure and face were so alluring that it was impossible to look away.

A woman wandering around the neighborhood in a short skirt at this hour might just be that kind of woman.

The man's words made Ning Xi feel nauseous and want to vomit.

She said sternly, "Get lost."

The man looked around and, seeing no passersby, became even bolder.

He reached out to grab Ning Xi.

Ning Xi reacted quickly and ran away.

The man's footsteps were heavy and fast.

With her weak body dragging her along, Ning Xi couldn't run fast, so she could only yell "Help!"

The neighborhood was quiet; there were no security guards in sight.

The short, stout man stared intently at the woman's short skirt swaying as she ran and her long, straight legs.

He swallowed hard and shouted at the woman, "Name your price, I have money. We're in this business now, so stop being so pretentious."

Ning Xi was panting heavily, her legs were weak, her chest felt like it was about to explode, and a metallic, sweet taste rose in her throat.

A bright light appeared ahead, prompting Ning Xi to resume her heavy, leaden steps.

"There's a thug! Help!"

Ning Xi's eyes were stung by the bright light from the electric scooter, causing her to tear up and making it impossible for her to see the rider.

"squeak--"

The sharp braking broke the silence of the neighborhood, the tires scraping the ground with a muffled screech.

Ning Xi, exhausted, fell to the ground.

My palms and knees scraped against the ground, sending piercing pain through me.

The short, stout man raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light, exhaling through his nostrils. "I'll give you 900, you sleep with me for one night."

The voice was loud, contemptuous yet certain.

It was as if they had assumed that this was the kind of job she was meant to do.

He Kezhou only rushed over on his electric bike after hearing Ning Xi shout for help.

He threw down his electric scooter, frowned, and punched the man in the fat cheek.

The man cried out in pain, having been punched so hard that he fell into the flower bed.

He Kezhou grabbed the man's hair, pressed his face down, and rubbed it against the ground.

Ning Xi wiped her eyes with her arm and saw the familiar back view, her heart suddenly relaxed.

She moved her lips and called out "He Kezhou".

He Kezhou only gave her a silent back view, without even turning around to look at her.

The piercing screams attracted the attention of the security guards patrolling the community.

Ning Xi was furious. She had just yelled at the top of her lungs, but the patrolling security guards hadn't come.

Before she could even speak, she was completely bewildered by the security guard's nonchalant look and his behavior of riding around on his bicycle and then leaving.

Before leaving, the security guard reminded He Kezhou, "Don't go too far. After you've taught your girlfriend a lesson, take her home quickly. It's so late at night; you know it's not safe, yet you're still wandering around aimlessly."

He Kezhou loosened the man's hair, ignoring the blood-stained grass and ground.

Ning Xi met his dark eyes and wanted to explain, but was intimidated by his cold and tired gaze.

He Kezhou helped the electric scooter that had fallen to the ground.

Ning Xi limped up to him. She wanted to say that she had only gone out to throw out the trash when she was inexplicably targeted. She hadn't flirted with anyone or done anything inappropriate.

In my memory, this scene has happened three times this month.

This is the fourth time.

The first three times she was harassed, a large part of the reason was that she casually chatted with strange men in the neighborhood late at night and accepted cigarettes and water from them.

He Kezhou stared at her eyes, which were trying to hold back tears, then his gaze shifted to her scraped knees. His voice was tired and hoarse: "I can't carry you tonight. Sit on my back."

Ning Xi endured the pain and sat sideways behind the man.

He Kezhou rode his electric bike to drop her off at her doorstep, then went back into the elevator and downstairs.

The moment the elevator doors closed, he saw Ning Xi's quiet back as she entered the room.

Ning Xi's behavior tonight struck He Kezhou as odd.

The first time she was bullied, she didn't cry or make a scene. Even when she was hurt, she didn't take her anger out on him, scold him, or hit him.

When He Kezhou returned after buying iodine and band-aids, he was surprised by how clean and tidy his house was.

If Ning Xi hadn't been sitting on the sofa with her knees drawn up to her chest, looking at him with red eyes, he would have wondered if he had wandered into the wrong place.

The man was carrying two plastic bags in his right hand, one labeled "Lianxin Pharmacy" and the other "Linhui Convenience Store," and a cup of milk tea in his left hand.

She placed the milk tea in Ning Xi's line of sight.

Ning Xi didn't take the milk tea, but looked at He Kezhou seriously: "I went downstairs in the middle of the night to throw out the trash. I didn't know that throwing out the trash would attract the attention of bad guys."

If Ning Xi had said those words to him when she saved him, He Kezhou probably wouldn't have felt anything, and might not even have believed that she had gone downstairs to throw out the trash.

The cleanliness and tidiness of the house told He Kezhou that Ning Xi was not lying this time.

He Kezhou opened the Lianxin Pharmacy convenience bag and took out iodine and band-aids.

The man skillfully treated Ning Xi's knee injury.

She spread out her right hand towards He Kezhou, revealing the abrasions on it.