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

The table legs scraped against the floor with a dull thud, several candles went out, leaving only the last one still burning, its flame flickering.

The bunch of lisianthus leaned against the corner of the table, a petal rubbing off and landing on the spilled red wine stain, slowly turning it deep purple.

Si Yimian gripped the edge of the table with her fingers, her knuckles turning pale.

The crystal chandelier overhead swayed in her line of sight.

Si Yimian wondered if this man had been possessed tonight.

His usual abstinent and restrained facade shattered, revealing an unreasonable tyrant.

He used to focus on feedback, and his service-oriented personality was ingrained in his bones; even when he lost control, he was driven by process thinking.

He didn't check the feedback today.

Or rather, he saw it but didn't care.

All the gentleness and patience of those three months were overturned by this farewell dinner, revealing the savagery that was suppressed beneath.

Si Yimian groaned and raised her hand to push his waist and abdomen backward.

"pain."

He Sichen paused for a moment.

He reached his hand from her lower back to her front, lifted her abdomen, and scooped her up from the table, pressing her back against his chest.

"Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere, did you take some kind of gunpowder?"

He rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath brushing against the skin behind her ear, without saying a word.

He pried open her fingers one by one, interlocking his ten fingers with hers, and pressed his palm against the back of her hand, pressing it into the table.

"He Sichen, you're acting very strangely tonight."

He Sichen's breathing became heavier and heavier.

"After three months of normal behavior, it's not unreasonable for it to be a little off tonight."

Si Yimian was a little unhappy.

She dislikes being out of control, and even more so, she dislikes having to cooperate with others when things are out of control.

But He Sichen clearly didn't want to hand over the remote control to her today.

She turned her head to see his expression, but he grabbed her from behind and pressed her face back onto the napkin.

Si Yimian suddenly became uncertain.

He Sichen, what are you angry about?

She didn't ask, because he didn't give her a chance to speak.

The farewell dinner on the table had completely gone cold.

The dining table then shook for quite a while.

The vase slid off the edge and shattered on the floor, water stains spreading and lisianthus petals scattered all over the ground.

When he lifted her off the table, her knees were trembling, and she only managed to stay upright because he supported her waist with his hands.

Hold me.

Si Yimian didn't listen to him.

She was still angry that he wasn't gentle.

"Hold me in your arms."

He repeated it again.

She still ignored her.

He Sichen suddenly released the hand that was supporting her knees.

She felt herself fall downwards and instinctively panicked.

"Hold me, or fall down."

"Choose one."

Si Yimian looked down at the ground.

The carpet is light gray; falling on it won't hurt, but it's embarrassing.

I choose C.

"Okay, then C."

Si Yimian suddenly reacted, looked up at him, moved her lips, and cursed.

It was short and dirty, and when it came out of her sweet, soft mouth, it was like a needle hidden in a marshmallow.

He Sichen raised an eyebrow and slightly parted his lips.

"You're quite the smooth talker."

"I learned it from you."

After she finished scolding him, she still reluctantly wrapped her arms around his neck.

He Sichen caught her, supporting her thighs with his hands, and carried her from the dining table to the bedroom.

Si Yimian clung to him, her chin resting on his shoulder, her ankles swaying at his waist.

She glanced at the mess on the table and suddenly felt like she had wasted her time.

The sense of ceremony was not achieved.

However, it did cause an accident.

He kicked the bedroom door open and then slammed it shut behind him.

She was thrown into the bedding, bounced, and before she could even turn over, he grabbed her ankle and dragged her back.

"He Sichen..."

"Don't call me by my full name, don't call me Dr. He."

He turned her over, placed his palms on either side of her ear, and suspended himself above her.

"Let's order something different tonight."

He lowered his head and silenced her with a kiss.

Be unreasonable, don't test her, and don't give her a chance to breathe.

It's like confirming something, and also like destroying something.

Si Yimian was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she felt like she was going to lose oxygen.

She's lost count of how many times this has happened tonight.

Every time she thought it was over, he would be silent for a while and then start again.

No talking, no explaining, just doing.

He suddenly stopped once in the middle of the journey.

She was panting, her wrists still pinned to the pillow by him, his other hand brushing away the stray hairs damp with sweat from her forehead.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his breath filling her ear canal.

"From now on, every time you have a boyfriend, you'll think of tonight."

The moment those words left their mark, he tasted the bitterness of it all.

This statement is based on the premise that she will pay.

She's so beautiful, she'll never lack admirers.

That person will do the same thing to him again.

He Sichen felt something stuck in his throat, and then added another sentence.

"Your constitution is special, so don't have casual relationships with Europeans and Americans."

"They are all dirty."

Si Yimian opened her eyes.

My pupils couldn't focus in the darkness, but when my ears picked up those words, I almost burst out laughing.

What is that?

Is this man jealous?

Jealous of a bunch of imaginary enemies who haven't even appeared yet?

"He Sichen, aren't you being a bit nosy?"

I don't know if it's too much to meddle or not.

He Sichen's lips touched her earlobe again, giving it a light touch.

His eyelids drooped, something rose from his chest, and a thin layer of tears welled up in his eyes.

There was a bitter feeling in his heart that he himself looked down upon.

"But I remember better than you do what your body has suffered."

"Look up the data yourself on HIV infection rates, drug-resistant bacteria carrier rates, and sexually transmitted disease incidence rates in Europe and America."

I am stating objective facts.

Si Yimian stopped smiling.

She suddenly remembered that she was allergic to condoms, which meant she needed to thoroughly screen her partner.

During the past few months with He Sichen, he directly administered a contraceptive injection, and she was so comfortable that she completely forgot about it.

He is truly clean, inside and out, from his body to his lifestyle.

She ate with peace of mind and played to her heart's content.

Now she's going abroad.

In a country known globally for its openness, it would be difficult to find food as clean as that from He Sichen.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly noticed something else surfacing beneath the glint in He Sichen's eyes.

Loneliness and sorrow are like two layers of undisturbed paint, mixed together and sinking down.

There's a sense of helplessness in knowing you're talking nonsense but still being unable to stop yourself from saying it.

It's like a ship that sank in the deep sea; the surface is calm, but underneath are wreckage.

Si Yimian was stunned.

She tried to reach out and touch his face, but as soon as she raised her fingers, he grabbed her wrist and flipped her over.

He Sichen quickly closed his eyes and pushed that layer back down.

He didn't want Si Yimian to see his out-of-control expression.

He Sichen's chest pressed against her back, his heartbeat pounding through her skin, fast and heavy.

He lowered his head, and his lips landed on her shoulder blade.

The teeth first touched lightly, then slowly tightened.

She recoiled in pain, but he pulled her back with one hand and pressed her onto the pillow.

He wanted to bite a complete tooth mark.

But just as his teeth sank in, he suddenly remembered something.

Recalling the bite He Nanxian had taken on her neck, the blood seeping out, her eyes reddened with pain.

He didn't want her to get a second scratch, so he immediately reduced most of his bite force.

The tips of the teeth withdrew from the skin and flesh, and the lips gently brushed against the circle of reddish teeth marks.

"This won't disappear for now."

His voice came from behind her, muffled, as if it were rising from a very deep place.

"Take it to Boston."