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

He Sichen gently pushed her against the elevator wall, her back hitting the mirror.

Her legs were being held up by him, preventing them from touching the ground. She was hanging on him, her high heels dangling awkwardly beside his legs.

He lowered his head, his gaze moving from her eyes to her lips, and then back to her eyes.

"Are you crazy? Didn't you realize it just now?"

Before she could retort, he pressed down on her with a second kiss.

This time it was even more intense than on the terrace; the kisses were deeper and more chaotic.

She carried a restlessness that had been suppressed for over ten hours, as if it wanted to devour her whole.

The terrace is a place to declare sovereignty, a showy display of ruthlessness.

This is a liquidation after the closure and a confirmation after a long-distance pursuit.

It's like making up for the blank of the past two weeks in this one minute.

His lips brushed against her upper lip, his teeth biting her lower lip and gently pulling it outwards. He released it, then came back up, sucking even deeper.

The elevator numbers jumped down one by one.

Si Yimian's head tingled from his kisses, and the elevator wall reflected the full view of her being imprisoned.

She tried to look away, but all four mirrors showed the same image.

Okay, let's upgrade the social death scene into an immersive experience.

Her anger was completely ignited by this series of actions, and when he probed in again, she snapped her jaws shut, her teeth digging into his lower lip.

A muffled groan escaped from deep in his throat; he neither retreated nor dodged.

She held on tightly, tasting a hint of rust, before slowly loosening her teeth and looking up at him.

He Sichen stepped back a little, a small cut appeared on the corner of his lip, and blood beads condensed at the edge of the wound.

"Bite me?"

"You asked for it."

Si Yimian's breathing hadn't even caught up yet; her chest was heaving, her lips were red from his kisses, her chin was slightly raised, but her eyes showed no fear.

The elevator dinged.

The door opened.

He Sichen said nothing.

He took a step back and put her down from his arms.

Si Yimian's knees bent slightly as her heels hit the ground. He reached out to steady her arm, then let go.

He gripped her hand tightly in his palm, his fingers weaving through hers.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Si Yimian asked, "Where are we going?"

"Your home."

"I don't……"

"It's not up to you."

He pulled her outside, taking long strides that she almost had to jog to keep up.

A black Rolls-Royce was parked outside the revolving door, its hazard lights flashing. The driver stood beside the car and, upon seeing He Sichen emerge, immediately opened the rear door.

Si Yimian was shoved inside and sat down. He Sichen squeezed in after her, and the car door closed behind them.

The bulkheads between the front and rear cabins have been raised.

The enclosed space has only two people remaining.

Silence engulfed the entire carriage.

Si Yimian shrank back towards the car door, crossed her arms, and turned her face to the window.

Speechless all the way.

Si Yimian turned her head to look out the window, secretly glancing at him in the reflection of the glass.

He sat casually, his hands resting on his knees, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and blue veins running from the back of his hands all the way down his forearms.

She looked away, staring at her fingers twisted together on her knee.

She was waiting for him to speak.

I waited for fifteen minutes, but not a single word came.

What a scoundrel! He flew over 10,000 kilometers just to be mute on the road?

She became even more angry.

Okay, you're not going to say anything, huh?

Let's see who can hold out longer.

The car stopped downstairs at the apartment building. He Sichen got out first, walked around to the back of the car, and opened the door for her.

He remained silent, simply extending his hand with his palm facing upwards.

Si Yimian stared at the hand for a moment, but didn't touch it. She then used the car door frame to climb out herself.

He Sichen withdrew his hand without saying anything.

Go upstairs, elevator, corridor.

Si Yimian stopped at the apartment entrance and touched the fingerprint lock's sensor area with her index finger.

He Sichen stood behind her, one hand on the door frame, trapping her between himself and the door.

She didn't turn around, but he could feel him just centimeters behind her, his breath brushing against the hair at the back of her head.

Finally, with a click, the door opened.

Si Yimian pushed open the door, bent down to change into slippers, and kicked her high heels next to the shoe cabinet.

She turned to face him. He Sichen stood in the entryway, not going inside. One hand was still on the door frame, and the other was in his pocket.

She looked him up and down, her gaze finally settling on the cut on his lip.

"Didn't they say they wouldn't even deliver it?"

"And they flew over 10,000 kilometers all the way to Boston?"

"When did Dr. He learn to contradict himself?"

The entryway was too dark, and she couldn't see the changes in his eyes.

"It's been delivered."

He said.

"On the second floor of the terminal, you turned around twice but didn't see me."

Si Yimian was stunned for a moment.

It turns out he went to the airport to see her off.

He said he wouldn't, but he still went.

"What are you doing standing on the second floor?"

"Watch you leave."

Si Yimian felt a soreness rising in her throat, which she forcefully suppressed.

She changed her stance and crossed her arms.

"So what brings you all this way?"

"Continue as friends with benefits? Or do you want to do something else?"

He Sichen's pupils contracted slightly, and he took a few steps forward.

"What do you want me to do?"

He stopped half a step away from her, looked down at her, and enveloped her in his shadow.

"Would you like to be a dog?"

Si Yimian's brow twitched at his question, and she was about to reply.

He took another half step forward, his heavy breathing pressing down on her head, and Si Yimian subconsciously stepped back.

There was a kind of pent-up anxiety seeping out of this man.

Before he even touched her, her back started to go numb.

"He Sichen, please don't..."

"Mianmian, you were pretty quick when you deleted me on WeChat."

He Sichen continued to approach her.

With nowhere left to retreat, Si Yimian's spine slammed against the sofa back, and she was pulled backward by inertia, her knees bending into the edge of the seat cushion as she fell into the sofa.

She was trapped between him and the sofa, her ears tickled by his breathing.

"I've been teaching you for three months, and you get angry at me much faster than you learn to do it in bed."

Si Yimian's pupils shrank to tiny dots in the dim light, and her ears burned instantly.

She turned her head away to avoid his aggressive gaze.

The man was spouting lewd remarks nonstop.

The 11,000-kilometer flight brought out all the boastful things he had accumulated over the years.

He Sichen pinched her chin and turned her face towards him, forcing her to meet his gaze.

The living room lights were off, and only the city light pollution coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows bathed half of his face in a gray-blue hue, while the other half remained completely black.

"Mianmian, you win."

His Adam's apple bobbed, his knees pressed against the edge of the sofa, and the cushion sank three centimeters.

"I flew 11,000 kilometers, and before I even recovered from jet lag, I came straight to find you, only to see you about to kiss someone else."

"Satisfied?"

Si Yimian felt as if something had stabbed her in the chest.

She turned her face away, avoiding his fingers.

"So? Do you feel wronged?"

"I deleted it when I boarded the plane, and you're only just realizing it now."

She paused, her eyes fixed on him.

"That means you haven't sent me a single word in the past ten days or so."

"So whether I delete it or not, does it make any difference to you?"