Shi Lan glared at him resentfully, recalling the turbulent waves of the previous world. Frustrated, she kicked the bed leg, only to be hurt so much that she jumped up and down, clutching her foot.

The door slammed shut, and Shi Lan, limping, picked up the clothes that were placed to the side and put them on.

This outfit probably belongs to Shi Min; Shi Lan wears it like a child who has secretly put on an adult's clothes.

Rolling up his sleeves and trouser legs, Shi Lan tucked his shirt into his pants and tightened it, finally looking somewhat like a soldier.

A rhythmic knocking sound came from outside the door, and Shi Lan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Her heart pounded wildly, making her back stiffen.

"Please come in."

The door slid open gently, and Shi Jun walked in with measured steps.

“Come here,” Shi Jun said, standing in the center of the room, looking down at Shi Lan, who was hunched over with her feet tucked in.

Shi Lan endured it all, finally suppressing the deep-seated emotions buried within the original owner's body. She raised her head and looked directly at Shi Jun.

His cold and handsome features were somewhat similar to his own, except that his were thicker, his eyes were deeper, and his facial features were more defined than his own, unlike Shi Min, whose features were soft and curved like his own. His lips were a bit thin, and when he pressed them together, he looked very cold, so cold that it made one's hair stand on end. However, this did not include the original owner of this body, nor did it include Shi Lan.

"Big brother," Shi Lan called softly, clutching the seam of her pants, and moved her body slightly toward him.

Seeing her acting coquettishly, Shi Jun said with dissatisfaction, "You'll be an adult in two more years. No man likes such a childish wife."

Upon hearing this, Shi Lan pouted unhappily and said, "If no one likes me, then I won't get married. Anyway, our family doesn't need me for food."

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Jun frowned, and Shi Lan immediately knew that a scolding was inevitable. (To be continued.)