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

Si Yimian tiptoed back along the same route.

As they turned through the moon gate, they bumped into Huo Siyue, who was running towards them from the other side.

"Mianmian! How did you get here from over there?"

Huo Siyue had her hair casually tied into a bun, and was carrying two bottles of coconut water. She pounced on her as soon as she saw her.

"The driver delivered it to the wrong door."

Si Yimian took the coconut water offered to her, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

"This yard is too big; it took me forever to walk around it."

Huo Siyue didn't suspect anything and pulled her arm toward the dressing room.

"Quickly, I've prepared your battle robe."

"What battle attire?"

"Swimsuits!"

"You're going to go to the hot springs without changing into your swimsuit? Are you going to go in wrapped in a down jacket?"

The changing room was a private suite, and Huo Siyue handed her a swimsuit.

Apple green, halter neck style, the neckline is so low you need to be mentally prepared, two rows of thin straps cross over the waist, and the back is basically nonexistent.

Si Yimian picked it up and held it up to the light: "What can this block out?"

Huo Siyue scanned her from head to toe.

"Pure and innocent ceiling, okay! With your figure, wearing this, the hot spring water will boil tonight."

Si Yimian chuckled, took the swimsuit, and began changing gracefully.

Si Yimian tied the thin ropes around her waist one by one, turned around, and tugged at the edge of her swimsuit.

The apple green color made her skin appear radiant, and the crisscross pattern on her waist revealed a sliver of skin, just enough to make one want to pull it down.

Okay, Huo Siyue's taste is definitely on point.

"It's all over, it ...."

Huo Siyue put the coconut water aside and cupped her hands in her heart.

"He Sichen is going to suffer a lot tonight."

Si Yimian pulled a white bathrobe from the closet and put it on, loosely tying the belt around her waist.

"Let's go for a soak in the hot springs."

As Huo Siyue emerged from the locker room, she was still counting on her fingers which pool had fewer people.

Si Yimian's bathrobe was tied haphazardly, and after a few steps, the collar slipped down to her right shoulder.

She raised her hand to try and gather it up, but failed, and then gave up.

As I turned through the moon gate in the bamboo grove, I bumped into someone.

He Sichen had just come down from the viewing platform when he bumped into the two people.

His gaze swept over, lingering on Si Yimian for a moment, his brow twitching slightly.

Huo Siyue paused for a moment, looked at the two of them from the left and right, and suddenly pulled her hand back from holding Si Yimian's arm.

"I suddenly remembered that my brother just told me to go pick someone up."

She took two steps back and waved her phone.

"You two chat, I'll head out first."

After saying that, she winked at Si Yimian, turned around, and ran off in her wooden clogs.

Only two people remained on the stone path.

The bamboo shadows blocked the moon, and the lantern light filtered down from above, burying half of his face in darkness.

"When did you arrive?" he asked.

Si Yimian looked up at him and smiled.

"I just arrived. Yueyue told me you were here, so I came."

"Yueyue prepared my battle armor."

As she spoke, she flicked her finger, and the bathrobe slipped off her shoulder and bunched up in her arms.

"Is it pretty?"

He Sichen's gaze fell down again. The neckline was dangerously low, exposing large areas of skin from the collarbone to the chest, while the waistline below was tucked into shadow.

Which pool should we soak in?

"The mixed-gender bathing area is huge."

Si Yimian continued, "I heard that the pool faces the cliff and has the best view."

He Sichen's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

"Are you planning to go to the public pool dressed like that?"

"Otherwise what?"

He Sichen did not respond to this.

He reached out and pulled her bathrobe, which had slipped down to her arms, back up and wrapped it around her shoulders.

There are other people here tonight.

"Who?"

"Yan Tingnan, Wen Jinxiao, and Lu Zhuo."

Si Yimian tilted her head slightly.

"So what? Isn't this what everyone wears when going to hot springs?"

"It's none of my business how other people dress."

He pulled his bathrobe collar up, his intention quite clear.

"You can only wear that piece of clothing in front of me."

Si Yimian felt a tickle in her heart after hearing his words.

She looked up at him, and the corners of her mouth gradually curved upwards.

"Dr. He, you're talking as if I'm someone special to you."

He Sichen lowered his eyes, took the sash of her bathrobe from her hand, wrapped it around, and tied a knot.

"Let's go."

Si Yimian looked down at her newly tied bathrobe, then looked up to meet his gaze.

"Where to?"

"Let's go somewhere else."

He turned and walked towards the other end of the bamboo forest, his steps slow but his direction clear.

After passing two row of terraced hot spring houses and going through a bamboo fence gate, you will find a detached suite in front of you.

In the center of the courtyard, a pool of fresh water was steaming, and two paper lanterns were placed on the stone bank. The outlines of the lanterns were reflected on the water, and the mist made the pool look like a small fairyland.

Si Yimian stood by the pool, took off her bathrobe and draped it over a rattan lounge chair.

The thin rope crisscrossing her waist had loosened a bit from being rubbed against her bathrobe, so she bent down to re-tie it, wrapping her fingers around it twice and pulling it tight.

Then he turned around and saw He Sichen sit down on the recliner, his pupils turning light gray from the mist.

"Doesn't Dr. He change his clothes?"

"No soaking."

"Then what are you doing in here? To watch me take a bath?"

He Sichen didn't reply. He picked up a can of beer, hooked it with his index finger, and popped it open with a click.

White foam appeared and dripped onto his fingers.

He glanced down at it and slowly shook it off.

Installed.

Keep installing.

Si Yimian stepped onto the stone steps and entered the water, where the temperature was just right.

The heat spread from her ankles to her waist. She took two steps deeper into the water, and the reflection of the light shattered and then coalesced.

She lay on the edge of the pool, her chin resting on her crossed arms, looking up at the shore.

He Sichen leaned back, one long leg casually propped up, the other stretched out forward.

He held the beer can, tilted his head back, and took a swig, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Two buttons were undone at the collar, revealing a glimpse of the collarbone, and the flat chest and abdomen lines beneath the white shirt were loosely covered by the fabric.

A gust of wind blows, and the fabric clings to her and then loosens, as if playing hard to get with her.

This person looks better than everyone else no matter what posture they adopt.

Si Yimian's gaze traveled from his fingers up to his face, and then back down to his fingers.

The ultimate torture for hand fetishists.

But the man was completely oblivious and continued to drink slowly.

The more nonchalant he seemed, the more she wanted to see him break down.

I want to see how that impeccably tailored white shirt will look after it's soaked through with water and clings to his body.

It should be quite interesting.

Si Yimian floated up from the water, stepped on the bottom of the pool and walked forward, the water receding from her collarbone to her waist.

"Dr. He, I think I have a leg cramp."

As she spoke, her brows furrowed slightly, and her voice softened, as if she were truly in great pain.

"Could you come over and take a look at this for me?"

He Sichen's gaze fell on her face, then he placed the beer can on the stone table, got up and walked over.

He squatted by the pool, one hand reaching into the water.

Which foot?

"Right foot."

Si Yimian responded while quietly loosening her hand from the edge of the pool.

She suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the water.

Caught off guard, He Sichen lost his balance on his knees and fell into the pool.

Water splashed, and white foam mixed with hot air rushed onto the edge of the pool.

The white shirt was soaked through, the fabric clinging to the contours of the chest and abdomen, the waistline tucked below the water's surface, as if a high-definition rendering had been applied.

Waistline, abs, V-line.

It's completely transparent.

His hair was wet and hung down over his forehead, completely overshadowing his usually meticulous and abstinent demeanor.

He wiped the water off his face and looked up at her.

Si Yimian withdrew her hand, but he grabbed it underwater.

Interlock your fingers, palm to palm.

The hot spring water flowed through my fingers, as lukewarm as if it were flirting.

"Mianmian".

He called her name, his voice low, muffled by the steam.

"Um?"

"I'll stay here tonight."