The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

[I want you to fall in love with me, and then fall in love with me again.] — Si Yimian

"Don't move, spread your legs wider."

He Sichen's voice came from behind the mask, deep, steady, and emotionless.

"Dr. He, can you hurry?"

Si Yimian supported herself on the edge of the bed, carefully avoiding the injury on her leg, and slowly lay down.

The soaked white dress clung to her body, outlining her youthful and delicate features.

The wound was caused by shards of glass, a gruesome gash.

Its location is tricky, on the inner thigh, near the center of the thigh.

Two inches above that is the forbidden boundary.

"It won't be fast."

He Sichen looked up and his gaze fell on her wet face.

Disheveled, yet strikingly beautiful.

With doe-like eyes and petal-shaped lips, she looked like a little lamb who had wandered into a wolf's den when she put on a white dress.

Yet, he dared to barge into his hospital in the pouring rain, covered in blood, and specifically ask him to treat him.

He should have remained indifferent and watched.

But the other party was Si Yimian, the marriage partner of his half-brother He Nanxian.

The first time he saw her, he wanted to pin her down on the bed and bully her until she cried.

"How did this happen?"

He Sichen lowered his eyes and focused on treating her wounds.

The mask covered most of her face, leaving only her eyebrows and eyes visible.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exceptionally beautiful, and her pupils were a light color.

"My sister suddenly had an allergic reaction and went into shock at the table, and everyone rushed her to the hospital."

Si Yimian's eyes were red-rimmed, her pupils like black glass soaked in water, and her fingers clenched the disposable sterile pad beneath her.

"I was shoved, lost my balance, and fell on shards of glass."

She paused, then looked up at him.

"They took my sister to the hospital, but nobody cared about me."

"I took a taxi myself, but it was raining so hard on the way that the driver took a detour, which caused the delay."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it finally broke into a sob.

He Sichen listened quietly, his face expressionless.

The Si family's squabbles were no secret in Beijing's social circles.

Si Yimian went missing and was abducted when she was five years old. Her aunt and uncle died unexpectedly while searching for her.

Out of guilt, the parents adopted their aunt's daughter, renamed her Si Ningyou, and tried their best to make amends.

At the age of fifteen, he found his way back to the Si family home with only fragmented memories, but was constantly overshadowed by his adopted daughter.

Parental favoritism and sibling rivalry have been a long-running, unspoken battle.

The person in front of me is clearly the loser tonight.

"So, you came to find me?"

"Brother Nanxian is busy accompanying Sister Ningyou to the hospital..."

Si Yimian's voice lowered even further.

"I can only come to my older brother."

The way he called him "Big Brother" was so soft that it made his lower abdomen tighten.

But every time she called him that, it was a reminder that this was her brother's arranged marriage partner.

"Brother Nanxian told me to contact my eldest brother if I needed anything, saying that my eldest brother is the most reliable."

She brought up He Nanxian, her face innocent.

He Sichen couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

reliable?

He was so reliable that I wanted to do all sorts of beastly things to her.

His celibacy for thirty years was not due to his inherently cold nature.

However, she has too high standards and is too self-disciplined, so ordinary cosmetics cannot catch her eye or get close to her.

He has seen far too many women with all sorts of tricks up their sleeves.

But no one else is quite like Si Yimian, whose every inch is perfectly aligned with his aesthetic preferences.

Soft where it should be soft, and perky where it should be perky.

Her skin was so white and translucent, like the finest mutton fat jade; if you pinched it, it would leave a mark.

As long as she's within his sight, his facade of a refined scoundrel is about to crumble.

I want to kiss you.

I want to bite.

That feeling of being out of control made him want to lock her up until she couldn't get out of bed.

Fortunately, she was dull, boring, and timid.

Like a blank sheet of paper crumpled by the Si family, pale and dull.

Fortunately, she was his future sister-in-law, which was a line he didn't intend to cross for the time being.

This is also why he has not crossed the line so far.

otherwise……

He Sichen lowered his eyes again and continued to treat the wound.

"Unfortunately, I'm not familiar with He Nanxian."

"I'm even less familiar with you."

The moment he finished speaking, he used tweezers to pull out a slightly larger shard of glass.

"pain……"

Si Yimian trembled and unconsciously pressed her legs together.

This action caught his hand, which was propped between her legs.

The tactile sensation was clear even through the thin medical gloves.

He Sichen paused in his movements.

He looked up, his eyes dark and deep.

Her legs are slender and well-proportioned.

The skin on the inside of his wrist was warm and soft, like fine silk wrapped around his wrist.

As a practicing surgeon, he had dissected countless corpses and was accustomed to physiological structures, so he should have been indifferent to them.

But at this moment, what flashed through his mind was what it would feel like if those legs were wrapped around his waist.

He Sichen closed his eyes.

"Let go of my leg, you've pinched my hand."

Si Yimian seemed to realize it only then, her ears instantly burning red. She hurriedly loosened her grip and her legs went weak as she fell back onto the mat.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

"It hurts so much, I couldn't control myself, could you be gentler?"

The apology was timely, and the attitude was very obedient.

He Sichen withdrew his hand and threw the blood-stained shards into the curved wheel.

"There is no gentle option in medical procedures."

After finishing with the last piece of debris, he picked up the needle holder and began suturing.

For the rest of the time, neither of them spoke.

Suture, apply medicine, bandage.

"alright."

Tsurugi placed the used medical equipment into a tray.

"Keep the wound dry, change the dressing in three days, and remove the stitches in a week."

Si Yimian stood up, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks, her doe eyes clear and bright.

"Dr. Crane."

"If it leaves a scar, won't it look bad?"

He looked up, and her face was reflected in his light-colored pupils.

"The scar is in a hidden location and does not affect appearance."

"That's not necessarily true."

Her soft voice drifted over.

"What if someone wants to watch it later?"

He Sichen paused in packing his things and stared at her for a few seconds.

"Miss Si."

"In the dead of night, soaking wet and injured, she lay on a man's treatment bed, constantly asking trivial questions."

He raised his hand and hooked the mask strap behind his ear.

The slender fingers slowly and deliberately removed the barrier, revealing a refined and aloof face.

Thin lips with a prominent cupid's bow, and a reddish lip color, exuding an indescribable allure.

The gold-rimmed glasses pressed down on the bridge of his nose, giving him a distant look.

He's the kind of handsome that's so refined yet wicked, you can't help but feel weak in the knees just by looking at him.

Do you know what that means?

He took off his sterile gloves, revealing long, slender fingers with slightly protruding veins.

Si Yimian looked up at him.

Broad shoulders, V-shaped waist, Adam's apple on his pants, perky buttocks, and large pectoral muscles.

It's suitable for kneeling at her feet, or for pressing her down on the bed.

Something subtly changed in her doe-like eyes.

"Know."

She held those two words on the tip of her tongue and gently uttered them.

He Sichen's gaze suddenly darkened.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the treatment room.

"Brother? Are you in there?"

It was He Nanxian's voice.

"Ningyou's situation isn't good. Dad called and wants you to come over..."

Before he could finish speaking, the doorknob was pressed down.

The door was pushed open a crack, and Si Yimian suddenly reached out, hooked her arm around He Sichen's neck, and pulled him down forcefully.

Their lips touched.

He Sichen lowered his eyes, his whole body stiffened, and all the blood in his body rushed to his lower abdomen.

It's crazy.