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

The noise in the living room gradually subsided.

Si Yimian slumped on the sofa, a bath towel still hanging loosely around her body.

Her chest was still heaving, her nose was damp with sweat, and her palms were pressed against the sofa cushions, unable to sit up for a long time.

He Sichen took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

Then he threw the wet wipe into the trash can, bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other hand on her back, and scooped her up.

Si Yimian instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, causing the bath towel to slip down a bit.

"what?"

"Go to the bedroom."

He was already walking towards the bedroom when he said this.

"Why? Can't I use a sofa?"

He Sichen looked down at her.

"The sofa is too small."

He paused after speaking.

"The things I bought tonight are on the bedside table."

The moment Si Yimian was carried into the bedroom, she saw the things on the bedside table.

She suddenly regretted taking too much from the supermarket.

At the time, I thought they were war trophies, but now they look like torture instruments on display.

He Sichen placed her on the edge of the bed, the bath towel completely undone, piled up in a crumpled ball behind her waist.

He didn't rush to touch her; instead, he went to the bedside table to pick something out.

"One at a time, I'll fill your schedule tonight."

Si Yimian felt a chill run down her spine.

As soon as he said those words, I had a sudden bad feeling.

After two rounds, Si Yimian's voice was hoarse, and she looked like she had been pulled out of the water.

"Still think my hands aren't good enough?"

She couldn't speak, she could only shake her head.

He asked, "Still playing games?"

She shook her head frantically.

He lowered his head and took her lower lip into his mouth, gently grinding it with the tip of his teeth.

Then he tilted his head, his lips stopping near her earlobe.

"Mianmian, call me."

"He Sichen..."

"You called me by the wrong name."

His voice remained in that indifferent tone.

Si Yimian's mind was completely blank, and it took her a while to realize what he wanted to hear.

"husband?"

"Say it again."

A dark undercurrent surged in his pupils for a moment, then he suppressed it.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her collarbone, his teeth lightly tapping against each other.

Si Yimian was stunned.

This person never fussed over titles when in bed.

She called him Dr. He, He Sichen, and occasionally called him "brother" in bed, which he never corrected.

Tonight I suddenly want to hear these two words.

She bit her lip and glared at him: "You took advantage of me..."

"Um."

"You don't have to call. If you don't call, I'll just stay here tonight."

Si Yimian gritted her teeth and had no choice but to let him have his way.

"husband……"

He Sichen lowered his head and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Mianmian, remember this: calling me 'husband' will solve the problem."

"If you don't speak up, we'll create problems until you do."

Looking at him like this, a word suddenly popped into Si Yimian's mind.

Crazy old man.

She raised her hand and touched his brow with her fingertips.

"He Sichen, do you really want to hear me call you 'husband'?"

He Sichen took her hand from her brow, removed it, and placed it on the pillow above her head.

"Mianmian, don't analyze me."

"You're right, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself tonight."

What happens if you lose control?

He didn't answer, but answered with his actions.

Next, Si Yimian called her husband no less than thirty times.

Si Yimian later reviewed that night and came to a conclusion.

You can't say that He Sichen is incompetent.

It cannot be said that any part of his body is inflexible.

He will prove it to you with his actions.

Moreover, it has been proven repeatedly.

In the middle of the fight, she tried to fight back, flipping over and pinning him down, looking down at his face.

He lay on his back, his hair spread out on the pillow, his pupils reflecting a small cluster of light from the bedside lamp.

The posture is passive, but the gaze is not.

"Want to do it yourself?"

"Um."

"Then sit down properly."

She sat down, then realized that the initiative hadn't been transferred at all.

He still held her waist and controlled the situation, his knees slightly bent and pressing against her back. With a push forward, she fell face down.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, panting heavily.

He tried out each of the items on the bedside table.

Every time she changed to another one, she would ask her which one was more comfortable compared to the previous one, her tone as serious as if she were conducting a clinical survey.

Si Yimian wanted to kick him because of his question, but he held her ankle and she couldn't kick him.

Finally, she was turned over, her knees on the bedding, her fingers gripping the headboard.

He was behind her, one hand on her waist and the other in front.

It was that hand that she complained was too clumsy.

With long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, he was currently doing something completely unrelated to playing video games.

She finally understood why this person's hands never trembled when performing surgery.

"He Sichen, you..."

The words stopped abruptly, ending on a single breath.

"Give me your opinion."

His voice came from the back of his head, deep and magnetic.

"Is it alright?"

Si Yimian buried her face in the pillow, muttering in silence.

"good."

"Just okay?"

She gripped the headboard even tighter with her fingers.

"Great, excellent, top-notch, the absolute limit."

"Anything else?"

She bit the edge of the pillow, her voice squeezing out from between her teeth.

"husband."

This time, no one forced her; she shouted it herself.

Then she heard He Sichen chuckle softly behind her ear.

"Mianmian".

The breathy sound that escaped from deep in his throat was muffled and slightly hoarse.

"Um……"

"The way you called me just now is worth more than all my highlights tonight."

Si Yimian buried her face even deeper into the pillow.

Oh no, he's about to unleash his ultimate move again.

……

The battle ended at 3 a.m.

Si Yimian lay face down on the bed, her face turned to one side, the blanket only covering her waist, revealing a red mark on her back from being rubbed by the bed sheet.

He Sichen came out of the bathroom with a hot towel and wiped her down from head to toe.

Then turn her over and check if there are any red marks from rubbing.

The inside of her knee was slightly red, so he applied aloe vera gel to it.

Finally, he lifted the covers and lay down, slipping his arm under her neck and pulling her into his embrace.

His back was pressed against his chest, and his knees were nestled in the back of his legs, fitting perfectly.

In the darkness, their breathing gradually synchronized.

Si Yimian was almost asleep, the lingering pleasure and drowsiness in her mind mingling together, and she swayed and sank down.

Then she heard He Sichen's voice coming down from above the back of her head.

"Mianmian".

"Um."

Her voice was so slurred that the syllables were almost indistinguishable.

The night you left, I whispered something in your ear.

Si Yimian opened her eyes, her drowsiness having subsided considerably.

In the darkness, she couldn't see his expression; she could only feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back.

She hasn't forgotten.

It was roughly the same situation back then; she was exhausted after being tossed around like that.

He whispered something in her ear, but she didn't hear it clearly at the time, and he wouldn't tell her when she asked.

"What did you say?"

She was also very curious about what he had said.

He Sichen was silent for a while, then heard his deep, magnetic voice slowly approach.

"Mianmian, I think I can't live without you anymore."

Before I met you, I was just a normal person.

"After meeting you, I'm the only one who complains about being shortchanged."