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

Si Yimian looked up at him, the mist softening his features.

The shirt clung to the lines of his chest and abdomen, maintaining his air of refined elegance in the slightest.

"OK."

She agreed readily.

She booked her flight for next Wednesday, which is five days before she leaves.

She wanted to experience everything she wanted to experience in five days.

Prematurely revealing your hand will only create tension; why bother?

Besides, his face and his professional skills in that area were indeed quite addictive to her.

Since we're leaving anyway, we might as well maximize our happiness level during this last period.

After all, when two people who don't know how to confess their feelings get together, all they can do is act.

Si Yimian broke free from his grasp and took half a step back.

Ripples spread across the water. She leaned against the pool wall, chin slightly raised, her gaze slowly sweeping over him.

"Dr. He, your shirt looks better on you than if you weren't wearing it at all, with it sticking to your body like that."

"Your clothes are soaking wet, why don't you do something else?"

She squinted, as if sizing up her prey.

"How about you dance for me?"

He Sichen looked at her.

"What kind of dance?"

"Like those on TikTok."

She raised her wet hands and drew a circle in the air.

"You've seen those suggestive dances where the guy twists his hips and thrusts his thighs, right?"

"People with your height and long legs, even a simple twist of your body is quite a sight to behold."

Si Yimian leaned against the pool wall, spreading her arms and resting them on the stone edge, her posture like that of a queen inspecting her male favorites.

"Jump! I want to see it."

"I don't want to see other men dance, I only want to see you dance."

"With such great proportions and such an amazing waistline, it would be a waste not to develop your potential."

"Don't jump."

He Sichen refused decisively, not giving a single extra word.

Why?

Si Yimian floated up from the water and walked towards him, stepping on the bottom of the pool.

She stopped in front of him, her toes almost touching his.

Looking up, I met his downcast gaze; the steam from the water enveloped us both, making us feel damp.

"There's no one else here, just me."

She poked his chest with her index finger, tracing a circle along one of the buttons.

"Look, your shirt is all wet, and your abs are showing. It's perfect timing, location, and people."

"All that's missing is for you to wiggle your hips."

He Sichen also grabbed the hand that was poking her chest.

Both of his hands were held underwater, and he couldn't move.

"What's going on in your head?"

"Various and colorful"

Si Yimian pulled her wrist out of his palm and instead intertwined her fingers with his.

"He Sichen, do you know?"

Sometimes I really want to see you kneeling at my feet.

Her tone was so relaxed that it didn't sound like she was talking about anything dangerous.

She tiptoed and brought her lips close to his Adam's apple, just hovering there, her breath brushing against his skin.

"You're the kind of person I'll treat like a pet."

She paused, her voice becoming barely audible.

"It's going to be really cool."

The words had barely left his lips.

He Sichen lowered his eyelids slightly, and the mist condensed into fine water droplets on his brow bone, sliding down his nose.

Say that sentence again.

His voice deepened.

Which sentence?

She pretended to be confused.

"You kneel at my feet..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, he grabbed her lower back with one hand and supported her thigh with the other, pulling her out of the water.

Before Si Yimian could react, her back was already pressed against the stone wall of the pool, and a chill ran up her shoulder blades.

The buoyancy of the water made her lose her footing, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

He braced one hand on the stone surface beside her ear, encircling her entirely between his arms and the stone wall.

The water level was just up to his chest and to her collarbone.

The height difference was partially filled by the buoyancy of the water, but the feeling of oppression was not reduced in the slightest.

"You want to see me kneel?"

He repeated her words, his voice low and magnetic.

"Um."

She tilted her head back, panting.

"You still want to treat me like a pet."

"Um……"

Before she could finish uttering the third "um," his hand on her waist tightened, lifting her up slightly.

My toes left the bottom of the pool.

She instinctively grabbed the front of his shirt, but the wet fabric was too slippery to hold on to, and she had to slide her fingers down a little before she could pull it up.

She tried to hook her leg back onto him, but he pressed down on her knee with one hand and pushed her back into the water.

It floated up again and tangled back up.

She doesn't care; once she's hooked up, she won't let go.

"Mianmian".

His lips brushed against her earlobe, his breath so hot it made her shrink back.

"You can't even stand up straight, what are you using to put a leash on a pet's neck?"

He bit down, the force hitting the line between pain and itchiness.

She felt a tingling sensation from her earlobe to the back of her head, and then pinched his chest with her fingers.

Hearing him call her Mianmian, I felt something soft travel from my earlobe all the way to my fingertips.

From the time they met until now, he has either called her by her full name or simply called her Miss Si.

Tonight was the first time he called her Mianmian in private.

And it was called twice.

She didn't listen carefully to that first sound.

The second time was now, enveloped in the low huskiness and dampness of his voice.

Her ears burned, and something in her heart seemed to be gently touched.

This man would never say a kind word to her normally, but he used this term when he pinned her against the stone wall, preventing her from moving.

Si Yimian wondered, under what circumstances would someone blurt out that nickname they would never normally utter?

At thirty years old, he's got a mind full of tricks and a mouth as hard as a rock.

Before she could calm the turmoil in her heart, he loosened his grip on her earlobe and lowered his head to kiss her.

The water vapor on the pool wall dissipated slightly as the two people came close together, thanks to their body heat.

His warm breath touched her lips first, and then his lips.

When he came close to me, he was like a small piece of warm jade.

He Sichen's fingers climbed up her lower back and stopped at the back of her neck, where he gently pressed with his thumb.

She was pressed down so that her neck tilted back slightly and her jaw loosened.

He took advantage of the moment, sending a tingling sensation running down from the top of his head.

He held her by the back of the neck with one hand and put his other hand on her waist.

She had no foothold; her back was against the stone wall, and she was suspended on his body.

He hooked the thin halter strap of his swimsuit with his finger and loosened it on one side.

The fabric slid down, just covering the water.

Si Yimian's fingertips dug into his back, causing several creases to appear in his shirt.

"He Sichen, this is insubordination..."

His lips traced a path down her neck, stopping where her shoulder met her neck.

"This is to let you know who's in charge, the pet or the owner."

Si Yimian's ears burned from his words.

She tried to argue, but her words came out in a breathy, unnatural voice.

She suddenly realized that this person's abstinence was just an act.

His inherent aggressiveness was simply suppressed by his thin-rimmed glasses and white coat.

Once the floodgates are opened, they'll be wilder than anyone else.

The water was constantly stirred up and never calmed down.

As the steam rose, the last bit of clarity in Si Yimian's mind turned to mush.

She wanted him to engage in suggestive dancing.

As a result, I was the one who got brushed with fire first.

Who is the prey in the end?

His voice was low, husky, and sexy, with a hint of panting.

"Will you still let me jump?"

His voice was low, husky, and sexy, with a hint of panting.

"I'm not jumping anymore."

"Still kneeling?"

"..."

Si Yimian buried her face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him, not wanting him to see her face flushed red to the roots of her neck.

"Mianmian".

"Um……"

"Now, kneel down."

Before Si Yimian could even process what he was saying, he had already lifted her by the waist and flipped her over.

In this position, she does appear shorter.

Like kneeling, like surrendering.

Embarrassing.

So embarrassing.

He claims to be his master.

He was now pressing him against the edge of the pool, and even his toes were trembling.