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

He Sichen's fingers tightened around her waist for a moment, then loosened.

The dance floor was bustling with people. Someone passed by and bumped into Si Yimian's shoulder.

She leaned forward, her nose almost brushing against his chin.

He Sichen didn't dodge, just let her stop half an arm's length away, their breaths mingling.

"Si Yimian".

He spoke, his voice hoarse.

"You have a lot of questions."

"You have very few answers."

He Sichen lowered his eyes and widened the distance between them again.

You're overthinking it.

"I just don't like seeing anyone embarrassed in public."

"oh."

Si Yimian nodded, released her hand from his shoulder, and withdrew her fingers from his palm.

My palm suddenly felt empty, and the warmth vanished instantly.

He Sichen's fingers curled up subconsciously, but he restrained himself.

Suddenly, that place in my heart felt empty.

The next second, Si Yimian suddenly reached out and grabbed his tie.

He Sichen was pulled forward.

Before she could react, she had already led her to the darkest corner at the edge of the dance floor.

Here, screens and greenery provide cover, the lights don't reach, and people are not visible.

Private, secluded, suitable for doing bad things.

He Sichen's back was against the wall, and she stood half a step away from him, still clutching his tie in her hand.

She tilted her head back, her doe-like eyes reflecting the distant glimmer of light.

"So you would help someone else too."

"Um."

"What about Qin Enyu instead?"

He Sichen: "..."

He Sichen was speechless because the answer was too obvious.

"What if we switch to Si Ningyou?"

"Si Yimian".

He called me by my full name, his tone laced with warning.

Si Yimian stared at his lips, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and leaned closer.

The distance instantly closed to a dangerous level.

Their breaths mingled, their noses touching.

He Sichen's muscles tensed instantly, and his heart pounded.

The sweet fragrance emanating from her was so alluring, almost deadly.

Reason desperately tries to stop it, but the body shamefully betrays its own instincts.

He closed his eyes as if possessed.

I was prepared for her to stir up my troubles.

Waiting, rehearsing, a burst of white light exploded in my mind.

Nothing happened.

Only her warm breath lingered near his lips, almost touching.

"Dr. He, why are you closing your eyes?"

Si Yimian's voice rang out close to his lips, tinged with a mischievous smile.

He Sichen suddenly opened his eyes.

Si Yimian's hand had already reached behind his ear, her fingertips hooking the temple of his glasses, and she gently took them off.

He Sichen's vision blurred for a moment.

Her face softened in the out-of-focus light, as if veiled by a layer of mist.

It makes people even more eager.

"Your glasses are fogged up."

She looked at it, then wiped the glasses on his shirt.

"Let me wipe it for you."

He Sichen: "..."

He Sichen stared at her, his temples throbbing.

After the glasses were removed, those light-colored pupils were no longer obscured, and their emotions were laid bare.

Frustration, embarrassment, and lingering expectations.

Having lived for thirty years, this is the first time I've been treated like a monkey.

He was caught in this trap from the very beginning.

"I closed my eyes because you're in my way."

His voice deepened, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Dr. He, you should keep your eyes closed. I won't get in your way."

Si Yimian folded her glasses and put them in his suit pocket.

"I'm going to find Brother Nanxian."

She turned around and walked away decisively.

He Sichen stared at her back, and the emptiness in his chest suddenly collapsed into a black hole.

A cold wind blew in, while reason fled outwards.

He took a long stride, reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back sharply.

Si Yimian was pulled around and spun around. Before she could even stand up, the back of her neck was covered by his palm.

She looked up and met his gaze.

All traces of humility and refinement had vanished from those light-colored eyes.

"Si Yimian".

"Um?"

"You're really annoying."

The next second, He Sichen tightened his grip on the back of her neck, lowered her head, and kissed her.

He kissed her fiercely, his teeth brushing against the corner of her lips, then he softened his grip and licked away.

She turned her head away, panting, and he followed her, capturing her lower lip and gently biting it.

He took her lower lip into his mouth and gently rubbed it.

Both fierce and lustful.

She tried to speak, but he swallowed her words.

He blocked my way when I tried to catch my breath.

Finally, I grabbed her chin and held her still, preventing her from moving.

"Well……"

Si Yimian let out a soft, sweet nasal sound.

He Sichen froze, as if he had been electrocuted.

The whole person looked like they had been split in two.

Half were halted, and the other half continued.

He chose to continue.

This man is usually quiet, but when he kisses, he's domineering and unreasonable.

Si Yimian's mind began to go blank, and her hand slid from his front to his shoulder, slowly closing in.

He Sichen felt that faint gripping force, and his Adam's apple dropped wildly.

Her lips tasted sweeter than they had that day in the treatment room.

That day he only took a small taste, like stealing a bite of forbidden fruit.

Now he doesn't want to steal anymore; he wants to swallow the fruit, pit and all.

The deeper the kiss, the sharper the sense of transgression.

He Sichen suddenly stepped back half an inch.

Si Yimian seemed stunned by the kiss, her doe-like eyes filled with a hazy and bewildered look.

He Sichen stared at her and kissed her again.

This time, she didn't push him.

She hooked her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through the black hair at the back of his head, and gently tugged.

He Sichen let out a muffled groan, his rationality completely shattered.

The kiss gradually subsided from its initial intensity, becoming gentle pecks.

He pecked at the corner of her lips and the tip of her nose.

It slides down to the jawline and then down to the side of the neck.

She tilted her head back, revealing her fair and delicate neck.

He Sichen's lips touched hers, and he felt the beating of her pulse.

Just like his, it was a complete mess.

He opened his mouth, as if to bite down.

I want to leave a mark so that everyone knows.

He hated this version of himself, yet he was also addicted to it.

Then, the music stopped.

Scattered applause rose from the dance floor, and the crowd began to disperse.

He Sichen paused, his lips still pressed against her neck, his breath hot.

Neither of them spoke; only their intertwined breathing filled the air.

There was silence for a few seconds.

The light that leaked through the gap in the screen fell on his face, illuminating the disheveled look in his light-colored pupils.

Annoyance, satisfaction, and lingering desires that hadn't yet been resolved.

The way he looked at her was even more ambiguous than when he wore glasses.

He released his grip on the back of her neck and took a half step back.

Reason has returned.

Regret followed.

He lost control like this in public, especially regarding his brother's arranged marriage partner.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." His voice was hoarse and unlike his usual self.

Si Yimian leaned against the wall, her lips slightly swollen and rosy from his kisses.

Like a little lamb that has just been petted, so docile it's unbelievable.

She didn't speak, but touched her bitten lower lip with her fingertip.

Ouch, that hurts a little.

This man's kissing style is completely different from his personality.

He usually acts like he's abstinent, but when he kisses, he's like a wild beast.

"Sorry after kissing, like scolding the chef after eating."

Her voice was soft, with a slight wheezing.

He Sichen: "..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and lowered his voice.

"Si Yimian, what exactly do you want?"

The question he posed carried a sense of resigned helplessness; even he himself felt powerless.

He wanted to know what she wanted, and what she wanted to take away from him.

He wanted her to name her price directly, so he wouldn't have to endure it every day, constantly torn between morality and desire.