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

Si Yimian's figure turned into the corridor, her footsteps fading into the distance.

He Sichen withdrew his gaze from her retreating figure.

Leo picked up his Americano, took a sip, and was about to continue the conversation.

"Mr. He, Mian has been in Boston for the past two years..."

He Sichen interrupted him directly: "She can't hold her liquor, so don't involve her in games like last night."

Leo paused for a moment, his brow furrowing as if he couldn't understand.

"Mr. Kehe, this is Mian's own business..."

He Sichen nodded, a slight smile curving his lips.

"But her affairs are now under my jurisdiction."

He Sichen leaned back in his booth, showing no warmth towards Leo whatsoever, from his posture to his expression.

I won't comment on the social rules you two follow here.

"My girlfriend is young and lives alone in Boston, where she has a lot of academic pressure."

"So during her two years in a foreign country, she met many people and encountered many things."

"She's beautiful, smart, has a pleasant voice, and her smile makes you want to look at her more. She's popular wherever she goes."

"She will have her own social life and her own friends, and I won't interfere with that."

"Some people want to be friends with her, while others cross the line in the definition of friendship."

His gaze returned to Leo's face, his tone unchanged.

"You're a smart person, I don't need to say anything more."

Leo chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Mr. He, pursuing a girl depends on fate and luck."

He Sichen twitched the corner of his lips and corrected him.

"Chasing other girls is all about luck, but winning my girlfriend is all about fate."

"Your life isn't as good as mine."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"I know what you're going to say next: relationships are a two-way street, she has the right to decide, you need to compete fairly, and so on."

"Those are all true, but here, there is no competition."

"Because she never had a second option in the first place."

"I have a problem: if someone touches my things, I feel like they're stealing them, let alone someone I like."

Whether your shipping business intersects with Yu'an depends on how far you stay away from this table in the future.

Leo's expression changed slightly.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of powerlessness, as if all avenues for rebuttal had been anticipated and blocked.

Leo was silent for a moment, then stood up and extended his hand.

"Mr. He, thank you for your honesty."

He Sichen looked down at the hand, then reached out and grasped it.

Leo smiled, his previous sense of superiority gone, leaving behind only a sliver of dignity.

"To be honest, I did have a crush on Mian before."

He paused, his wording becoming much more cautious than before.

"But I'm not the kind of person who can't let go. Since she's already taken, there's no need for me to make a fool of myself."

"Mian is a very good girl. You are definitely luckier than me."

"I wish you all the best."

He Sichen withdrew his hand.

"Keep this business card safe; you'll need it for business in the future."

"But don't use it where you shouldn't."

Leo nodded, showing great understanding.

"I see."

"From now on, my relationship with Ms. Si will remain that of classmates."

"Then I won't disturb Mr. He's meal any longer."

He Sichen did not respond to his words, but nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Leo stood up, bowed, and then turned and left.

When Si Yimian returned, only He Sichen was left at the table.

She walked over and sat down, glancing at Leo's empty seat.

Where are they?

"I'm gone."

He Sichen pushed the plate of sliced ​​bagels in front of her, placing the fork on the edge of the plate.

Si Yimian forked a bagel and put it in her mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, she suddenly remembered something.

"What did you just say to Leo?"

"Greetings."

"Can small talk drive people away?"

Si Yimian stared at him with a suspicious look.

"He's quite sensible."

He Sichen looked up and met her gaze, his eyes open and honest.

Si Yimian tilted her head and put her fork on the plate.

"Then let's ask another question."

She placed her hands on the table, her upper body leaning slightly forward.

"He Sichen, when did I agree to be your boyfriend?"

He Sichen took a leisurely sip of coffee and glanced at her.

"You didn't refuse last night."

Si Yimian's brain froze for a moment.

last night?

She subconsciously searched for keywords in her memory.

The fragments of memory were like a painting forcibly pieced together; she was halfway through when her ears started to burn.

She remembered that moment when she was panting against his chest, her mind still blank, and she thought she did hear him say something in her ear.

His breath tickled her earlobe, and she couldn't hear what he said at all.

All she remembered was wanting him to hurry up, to go faster.

Then he stopped.

It's just hanging there, neither going up nor down, so I asked her if she was okay.

She didn't respond, so he kept pestering her.

He kept nagging her until she curled up like a shrimp, squeezing out "okay, okay, okay" from her throat.

She didn't even hear the question clearly before filling in the entire answer sheet.

Si Yimian's ears suddenly burned.

"Does what happened last night count?"

"You know how creepy it is when you speak behind my ear!"

"Why doesn't it count?"

He Sichen picked up his coffee cup, pressed his lips to the rim of the cup, and paused for a moment.

"You gave a very complete answer at the time."

Si Yimian took a deep breath and lowered her voice.

"My voice was hoarse at the time, how could I refuse?"

That's your problem.

He Sichen put down his coffee cup.

"The body speaks louder than the mouth; if the brain can't keep up, who's to blame?"

"And you can refuse this action without being limited by your voice; you can shake your head, you can lift me off you."

"You said yes without doing anything, which is equivalent to signing a contract with me."

Si Yimian; "..."

She glared at him, her lips pressed into a thin line, unable to utter a single word.

The saying "lust is a knife above one's head" also applies to women!

Seeing that she didn't speak, He Sichen didn't intend to let her off the hook and continued to deliver the final blow.

"And didn't you admit it when Leo was here?"

"You said he's my boyfriend, but you didn't say he isn't."

Si Yimian immediately tried to cover it up, saying, "I was just giving you face."

"Yeah?"

He Sichen raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Then next time you give someone face, try to use a better wording."

He turned his head, his lips still a distance from her ear, but his voice had already penetrated it.

"Next time someone shows up, I hope you can confidently tell them that your boyfriend is in China."

"If you really can't learn how to assert your sovereignty, I don't mind speaking up for you every time."

Si Yimian turned her face to the side, her dark pupils widening slightly.

Suddenly, He Sichen reached out, forked a piece of waffle from the plate, and held it to her lips.

Open your mouth.

He pushed his wrist forward, and the waffle brushed against her lower lip.

Si Yimian instinctively shrank back, almost hitting the back of her chair with the back of her head.

He Sichen reached his other hand out from under the table, cupped the back of her head with his palm, and gently pushed her forward.

The pancake was put into her mouth.

"chew."

Si Yimian stared at him with the waffle in her mouth.

This person can even make feeding someone feel like forced love.

She chewed slowly twice and swallowed.

"He Sichen, you are really unreasonable."

He Sichen nodded.

"Two years from now, on the day you receive your degree, it'll be up to you whether you want to or not."

He glanced down at her.

"I won't fly back alone."