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

Si Yimian felt as if her heart had been pinched.

She had to admit that He Sichen was incredibly charming when he got serious.

This guy can usually shut someone up with a single sentence, but at crucial moments, a single flirtatious remark can make her weak in the knees.

Last night in bed, she kept talking, one sentence after another, like she was reciting lines.

She used to think he was too quiet, but now she just wants to go back in time and slap herself.

What's there to complain about? Can you handle him talking so much now?

We shouldn't have made him kneel.

After kneeling, the man seemed to have removed the last seal on his body.

However, it is reasonable.

After all, a girlfriend of her caliber is someone you might never get again.

If she really doesn't go back with him, he'll most likely stay single for the rest of his life.

But it would be such a waste to just make him my boyfriend.

Others have a clear process for pursuing girls.

He Sichen skipped all the intermediate steps and went straight from the first step to the last, relying entirely on his performance in bed to speed up the process.

If she just accepts this, how will her family status be written in the future?

Doesn't she have any pride?

No, he has to complete the procedures.

Whatever others have, Si Yimian cannot lack.

If no one else has it, He Sichen will make it for her.

Si Yimian placed the hot cocoa on the table, crossed her arms, and leaned back in her chair.

"He Sichen, you have to pursue me."

She felt that her request was not excessive at all.

He Sichen turned his head to look at her, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Didn't you say you chased after him last night?"

Si Yimian almost laughed in anger at his question.

"You call that chasing? That's just being a pervert."

"When other people pursue girls, they get to know each other first, then chat, then go on dates, send flowers and say sweet words, making sure it's all very romantic."

"And you?"

She extended her index finger and tapped him across the table.

"Meeting means taking off your clothes, and sleeping together means confirming the relationship."

"Your procedure is blatantly dishonest anywhere."

"You can't automatically skip my dating period just because you perform well in bed. That's very unfair to me."

"If you slack off from the start, how am I supposed to brag to people later that my husband wooed me by sleeping with me?"

When He Sichen heard the word "husband," his face remained expressionless, but the fingers resting on his knees suddenly tightened.

His brain automatically muted everything before it, focusing only on the three words "my husband," and played them on repeat in his mind several times.

He wanted to hear her say it again.

No, he wanted her to keep talking until he got tired of it.

Tonight, let her give her "husband" on the bed until her vocal cords are congested.

He, who has always had PTSD about marriage, suddenly felt that the title of "boyfriend" was not enough.

For a boy's name, is it better to use a reduplicated character or a single character for a girl's name?

No, we haven't decided how many children we'll have yet.

He Sichen picked up his coffee cup and covered the lower half of his face.

Behind the rim of the glass, his lips curved upwards uncontrollably.

No, it needs to be suppressed.

"He Sichen?"

Si Yimian's voice pulled him out of his reverie.

What are you laughing at?

"I didn't laugh."

"You smiled, I saw it."

He Sichen put down his coffee cup and forced back the corners of his mouth that were curving upwards.

You've misjudged.

Si Yimian stared at him suspiciously and noticed that his earlobes had turned red again.

Your ears are red.

"I feel hot."

He Sichen reached into the inside pocket of his suit and pulled something out.

The matte black background is embossed with platinum foil, and Yu'an's logo is placed at the very top.

He pushed the card in front of her, pressing two fingers against the card, his knuckles clearly visible.

Si Yimian looked down and saw that it was Yu An's overseas medical emergency pass.

She knew the significance of this card.

It is the highest level within the global health insurance system, with only seven certificates ever issued; it's not something money can buy.

"This card can access all overseas medical resources within the Yu'an system."

"With this, you can directly initiate the highest priority medical intervention at any point."

Si Yimian held the card, looked at it over and over twice, and then looked up.

"Are you throwing money or resources at this?"

"Resources are more durable than money."

He pressed the card into her palm, his fingertip touching the number on the card.

"This number is answered 24 hours a day."

"If you are alone in Boston and get sick, injured, or encounter any situation that requires professional intervention, someone will be available to connect with you within half an hour."

"If something happens to you, I might not be able to get there immediately, but this card can mobilize resources faster than I can arrive in person."

"This is the only way I can think of to protect you across twelve time zones."

Si Yimian felt a mix of sourness and itch in her heart after hearing his words, and she tightened her grip on the card.

"He Sichen, do you know that what you're doing is really unfair?"

"How can we catch up if we don't give them a sufficient advantage?"

He looked up, his gaze meeting hers, and continued to add to the story.

"I will fly to Boston every month from now on, and this schedule will not change before you graduate."

Si Yimian's fingers tightened as she held the hot cocoa.

"One flight per month?"

"He Sichen, are you crazy? You hardly ever take holidays, will you even turn around now that Yu'an is gone?"

"Yu'an can function even without anyone else."

There was no impulsive heat in He Sichen's dark eyes, only a deep-seated calmness.

"I can't live without you."

"Work can be streamlined and coordinated, but you can't."

"I will fill in any gaps in Yu-An's work schedule that you don't need."

"I may not have the time to spend every ordinary day with you, but I can make sure that I'm there for all the memorable moments in your life."

Si Yimian felt a lump in her throat, and her heart skipped a beat.

She already knew how busy he was.

She witnessed firsthand the intensity of Yu An's work during the months she observed him on the job.

He's not an idle person; he's a tireless ox or horse, working year-round without rest.

He now says he will set aside a few days each month to fly to Boston.

It was as if he carved out a blank space from her schedule and then flew 11,000 kilometers to fill it into her life.

To see if a man loves you, don't look at how much he gives you, but rather how much of his most precious possessions he shares with you.

What He Sichen lacks most is time.

He devoted all the free time he could spare to her.

True attraction isn't about being moved by gentleness, but about knowing you've been chosen.

He prioritized her above all others.

Si Yimian put the black card into her wallet and zipped it up.

"I accept the proposal."

She stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder.

"But I have to go to class now, you go back to sleep."

He Sichen sat there without moving.

"I can adjust to the time difference."

"You're kidding me."

She reached out and poked the bluish-gray patch under his eye.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. Anyone who didn't know better would think you swam all the way from Beijing."

He Sichen grasped the finger that was poking her face and gently held it.

What time do you finish class?

"Four o'clock."

"I'll come pick you up."

"No need, you should catch up on your sleep first."

Si Yimian pulled her fingers back from his hand, turned around and took two steps toward the door, then suddenly turned back.

"Come pick me up at 7 p.m.

"Tonight is our first official date, so you'd better show up looking your best."

"Don't sit across from me and yawn, or my first day of dating experience will be a disaster."

After she finished speaking, she turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out. The copper bell on the door rang again.

He Sichen watched her walk briskly across the street outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Then he looked away and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

I couldn't resist.

That smile reappeared at the corners of her mouth.