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

He Sichen carried a shopping bag in one hand and held her hand with the other as he pushed open the apartment door.

Si Yimian kicked off her shoes, stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor, and turned to reach for the bag in his hand.

"Let me take a look first."

She dumped the bag onto the coffee table, scattering several colorful boxes of packaging across the surface.

She squatted down beside the coffee table, picked up a box, turned it over, ran her thumb along the English instructions, and read them aloud.

Waterproof, quiet, and heatable.

"Heat it? How do you heat it? Put it in the microwave? Won't it explode?"

He Sichen happened to walk over and took the box from her hand.

He placed his palm on the back of her head and gently pushed her towards the bathroom.

"Go take a shower."

Si Yimian looked at him: "And you?"

"I disassembled and disinfected all of these."

He Sichen began to organize this pile of things.

"These things go through many stages after leaving the factory, and have been touched by countless people before they reach your hands."

Si Yimian couldn't help but exclaim, "Your OCD is too severe!"

He glanced at her sideways.

"Nothing used on you can be at any risk."

Si Yimian nodded, turned around and walked towards the bathroom, then looked back after a few steps.

"I will not accept a perfunctory approach; I will use medical-grade disinfectant wipes."

He Sichen was already unpacking the package and didn't look up at her.

"My standards are higher than yours."

She closed the door and went into the bathroom.

As the hot water spurted down, she was still wondering what those things were for.

The illustrations on the packaging box were ambiguous and abstract, and the instruction manual was full of English terminology. She read it twice but still couldn't fully understand its purpose.

Never mind, anyway, He Sichen is here.

He's thirty years old; he definitely knows more than she does.

He Sichen sat down at the coffee table, took out something with an overly avant-garde design, and stared at it for a moment.

Then he took out his phone, took a picture, and sent it to Yan Tingnan.

How do you use this?

Yan Tingnan replied instantly: 【?】

【He Sichen, has your account been hacked?】

He Sichen: [Ask your wife.]

Yan Tingnan: [Thank you so much.]

[Ruanruan said, "Read the instruction manual."]

He Sichen locked the screen, took out the instruction manual, and read it line by line.

Five minutes later, he disinfected everything in turn.

When Si Yimian came out after washing up, her things were already neatly arranged on the bedside table, all the packaging had been removed, and they were laid out to dry on clean cotton towels.

As she rubbed her hair with a towel, she walked towards the living room and saw He Sichen coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand.

"I'm done washing, it's your turn."

Si Yimian dried her hair with a towel and then collapsed onto the sofa.

He Sichen glanced at her, wrapped the bath towel around his chest, revealing his shoulders, which were flushed pink from the steam.

"Um."

He responded, placed the warm water glass in her hand, and then went into the bathroom.

Si Yimian took a sip of water and put the glass down.

A moment later, I heard the sound of water, turned over, and reached for the game controller on the coffee table.

She doesn't have many nighttime entertainment options in Boston, but playing video games is one of them.

She plugged the Switch into the TV and played a game by herself.

The sound of water stopped.

The bathroom door lock clicked.

Si Yimian crossed the finish line just in time, in first place. She placed the handle on her stomach and turned her head to look towards the corridor.

When He Sichen came out, he was wearing the pajamas she had put in her shopping cart at the supermarket.

Dark gray, long sleeves and trousers.

She just grabbed it casually and thought this color would look good on his fair skin.

Now it turns out that it really does look good.

He buttoned up all the buttons on his shirt, the collar just below his Adam's apple, and the cuffs hanging down to the back of his hands.

Si Yimian moved to the side and patted the sofa cushion.

"Let's play a round."

He Sichen looked at the interface on the screen, then at the controller.

"Won't."

Si Yimian sat up cross-legged and tilted her head to look him over.

"So what did you do when you were a kid if you weren't playing video games?"

"Reading books, studying medicine, playing chess."

Si Yimian put the game controller on the sofa and stood up.

"Your childhood was truly barren."

He didn't know how to play games when he was a kid, but he knows how to play with women when he grows up.

The entertainment I missed out on in my childhood, I made up for in a completely different way after I turned thirty.

I skipped the children's channel and switched directly to the adult paid channel.

"Then we definitely have to play!"

Si Yimian grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward the sofa.

"You can do everything, you have to give me something to win at, right?"

He Sichen was pulled forward a step by her, and looked down at his wrist which she was holding.

"You really want to beat me?"

"Yes, I do."

She pressed him into the sofa cushions, sat cross-legged next to him, and picked up the handle again, placing it in his palm.

He Sichen glanced at her, then sat down at the other end of the sofa, holding the handle in his palm with his thumb resting on the joystick.

Thirty seconds into the game, his character was hit by Si Yimian's combo and knocked into a corner, losing half of his health.

One minute and ten seconds, KO.

Several games in a row ended in crushing defeats.

He Sichen looked down at the constantly vibrating controller in his hand and began to question his existence.

Si Yimian laughed so hard she slumped onto the sofa armrest, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"He Sichen, are your fingers a little stiff?"

"You're usually so good at this, how come you freeze up like this just from pressing a controller?"

He Sichen put down the handle, turned his head to look at her, his expression unreadable, but something was igniting in his pupils.

"The feedback mechanisms in games and in-person practice are different."

"What's different?"

He turned to face her, draped one arm over the back of the sofa, and framed her in his shadow.

"The controller won't make noise, but it will."

"When you call out, I know where to direct my effort."

Si Yimian was speechless for a moment.

He's talking like he's completely naked now.

Using the most serious tone to say the most vulgar things.

The game ended with a sound effect on the TV screen. She reached out to press pause, but just as she touched the remote, her wrist was grabbed.

He Sichen turned to the side, took the handle from her with his other hand, and placed it on the coffee table.

The order is clear: clear the obstacles first, then deal with the target.

He lifted her off the sofa, turned her around, and pulled her into his arms.

Her back bumped into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her hands and placing them on her knees.

"Those last few rounds don't count."

He rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice coming down from above.

"Now it's a fair fight."

He was holding her fingers.

His fingers were intertwined, his knuckles were distinct and bony, and his skin was warm.

Si Yimian pressed the back of her head against his collarbone, letting out a soft, suppressed sound.

"He Sichen...you're going too far..."

Over the next half hour, Si Yimian deeply understood what the hand speed of a top surgeon meant.

It turns out that when a person's fingers are not dexterous while playing games, it is a completely different operating system from when their fingers are not dexterous while doing other things.

Si Yimian felt that one really shouldn't be sarcastic or mean-spirited.

Especially for a man like He Sichen, who has an exceptionally high level of initiative.

She said his fingers were not dexterous.

He proved just how flexible he was through his actions.