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

The water surface remained still for half a day.

The light from the paper lanterns shattered into countless thin golden threads on the water's surface, becoming disordered and then gathering again, gathering and then becoming disordered once more.

The water droplets on the stone wall were repeatedly crushed and then condensed into new ones, flowing down along the stone's texture.

He Sichen released his hand from the back of her neck, but his other hand was still supporting her waist.

She was still clinging to him, panting, like a vine limply clinging to a wall after a downpour.

He turned his head to look at her face. Her eyes were half open, and her pupils dilated for a moment before returning to focus.

He lifted her up slightly, his knees slipping off the edge of the pool, and with a splash, he carried her up the steps.

Wet footprints stretched from the edge of the pool all the way to the wicker lounge chair.

The cushion on the last rattan chair was also soaked with water.

When He Sichen lifted her off the chair, her legs were as limp as overcooked noodles.

He wrapped a bath towel around her body, then took a dry towel, placed it over her head, and rubbed it a couple of times.

Si Yimian mumbled something indistinctly.

He Sichen lowered his head.

"What?"

"I said you have to pay for my swimsuit."

The apple-green halter neck dress had been torn to shreds, with only two thin straps on the sides barely holding it together. The lower half floated on the water like a small, crumpled lotus leaf.

He Sichen glanced at it, reached out and scooped the piece of cloth out of the water, wrung it out, and held the two crossed thin ropes with two fingers.

"I'll make up for it. I'll buy you ten more tomorrow."

As he spoke, He Sichen threw the wad of cloth into the laundry basket, then stepped forward and picked up Si Yimian in his arms.

"Dr. He, I've lost my leg."

"It's still there."

"Then why doesn't it obey commands?"

"Because it's tiring."

She snuggled closer to him, the edge of the bath towel slipping down halfway, revealing a patch of pink skin on her shoulder from being soaked in the hot spring.

He Sichen pulled the bath towel up a little more.

He pushed the door of the private suite open with his shoulder, and a faint scent of aromatherapy filled the air.

He placed her on the shoe-changing stool in the entryway, knelt down on one knee, and took out a pair of unopened slippers from the shoe cabinet to put on her.

Si Yimian looked down at him as he put on her shoes.

His hair was soaking wet and hung down his forehead, and his shirt was still dripping water. He was completely soaked and all that remained of his appearance, with only his bony frame supporting his last shred of dignity.

Even though she looked drenched in sweat, her looks and charisma were still undeniable.

Si Yimian thought to herself that this face was probably the most unreasonable thing she had ever seen in her life.

"You called me Mianmian today."

"Um."

"Say it again."

"Si Yimian".

"..."

She grabbed a cushion from the shoe-changing stool and threw it at him, but he caught it and placed it on the shelf by the door.

"Go take a shower."

Immediately afterwards, He Sichen put her directly into the shower room.

Only after pouring hot water over my head could I wash away the sulfurous smell from the hot spring.

She then noticed two red marks on her knees.

There was also a small, light red mark below his collarbone, from the force of his teeth not being controlled.

A clear map showing the distribution of the battle situation.

No, we have to get it back later.

After she finished washing up, He Sichen went in to wash up as well.

When He Sichen came out of the bathroom, his hair was still dripping wet.

The bathrobe was loosely tied, and the neckline was open below the collarbone, with water droplets trickling down the shallow groove of the sternum.

Si Yimian was already sitting on the edge of the bed, having dried her hair, with a milky white bath towel wrapped around her chest.

When she saw him come out, she put the hairdryer back on the table, stood up, took two steps to stand in front of him, and hooked her fingers around the belt of his bathrobe.

"He Sichen, one more time."

The knuckles fit perfectly above the buckle, like a fishing hook, so there's no rush to reel in the line.

He Sichen was quick; he pressed down on her wrist bone the moment her fingers hooked up, stopping her from making the next move.

"You're not acting right today."

"What's wrong?"

"Why are you so clingy?"

He reached out and pulled her towel back up.

Si Yimian thought to herself, "They probably want to capture more scenes because they're leaving soon."

Like hamsters preparing for winter, they hoard as many as they can.

She wrapped his belt around her index finger, tightened it, and pulled him forward half a step.

Then, with a gentle tug on the belt, it loosened, and the robe opened a crack.

"If you're in a good mood, can't you reward yourself?"

"Lighthouse signed the agreement, got the shares, and became Chenxi's third-largest individual shareholder. This is the ultimate life win."

He Sichen looked down at the hand that was causing trouble on his abs and reached out to grasp it.

"Reward myself, or reward me?"

Hearing his tone, Si Yimian suddenly smiled.

"Win-win".

He Sichen held her wrist tightly, pressing his thumb lightly on the inside of her wrist bone.

"How many times has this happened tonight?"

"The third time."

"They're asking if your body can still handle eating."

Si Yimian looked up to meet his gaze, and beneath the desire in his eyes, there was something else weighing down.

He Sichen was a man of great desires but not one who indulged in them.

He prioritizes quality and rarely tries to produce too much.

The first thing I do after each session is to check if she's feeling unwell anywhere. If her knees are red, I put ice on them; if her back aches, I massage it.

A service-oriented personality is ingrained in their bones; even going to bed carries an occupational hazard of meticulousness.

Si Yimian tiptoed and brought her lips close to his Adam's apple.

"You don't care whether I can handle it or not; you should worry about whether you can handle it first."

He Sichen lowered his eyelids and tightened his grip on her wrist.

He led the person half a step toward the bed.

"What did you say?"

"I'm saying, are you worried about your stamina? After all, you're thirty..."

Before he could finish speaking, something nudged his knee.

She fell backward into the bedding, the mattress sank in, and she sank into the pile of blankets, her hair scattered all over the pillow.

He Sichen stood by the bed, looking down at her. Her bathrobe was still hanging loosely on her shoulders, revealing her collarbone and abdominal muscles.

"You really know how to stir up trouble with your mouth."

He leaned down and pressed down on her, her bathrobe slipping off her shoulders and bunching up at her waist.

Si Yimian reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him down and leaning forward to meet him. When their lips touched, she bit him.

He Sichen was stunned for a moment by her bite, then retaliated.

The rhythm of his return kiss changed, becoming more frequent and deeper than before.

Si Yimian leaned back as he kissed her, her fingers sliding down his neck to his shoulder, and then she bit him.

He showed no mercy in that bite.

Her teeth dug into her flesh, and she even tasted a slightly metallic sweetness.

He grunted, but instead of dodging, he pressed her even tighter.

She released her grip, looked at the row of teeth marks, and then leaned over to add another bite to her other shoulder.

"Dr. He, you know how many marks you left on me just now, don't you?"

"I'm going to get my revenge tonight."

She rolled over and pressed him down into the mattress.

He Sichen glanced at the new mark on his shoulder, then looked up at her.

"Collecting debts?"

"Um."

After she finished speaking, she bent down and added another one to his chest.

He Sichen leaned against the headboard, looking up at her with a relaxed posture.

He raised his hand to support her waist, his thumb wedging into her lower back.

"Then you do it yourself."

Si Yimian looked down at him and found that even though she was pressing down on him, his aura was still half a head higher than hers.

No, I have to win this game tonight.

……

Over the next few days, Si Yimian put the idea of ​​"seizing the day" into practice to the extreme.

She lived each day as if it were her last, and treated He Sichen like a limited-edition male bodhisattva.

On Tuesday afternoon, 2702 was sold out.

Si Yimian stood in the entryway, looking at the suitcases neatly stacked in the corner, like silent periods.

She lived in this house for three months, going from freeloading meals across the street to moving in, from tentatively exploring to becoming completely unrestrained.

Now all that's left is to say goodbye.

She hadn't found the right moment to speak.

Or rather, she has been avoiding finding an opportunity.

On her last night, she wanted to do something special.