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

Footsteps drew closer, and He Nanxian's figure became faintly visible.

He Sichen placed his palm against her shoulder, trying to push her away.

Shh, don't move.

Si Yimian timidly licked the crevice of his lips with the tip of her tongue.

Just for a moment.

The moral compass in He Sichen's mind snapped.

Reason told him to push him away, but his body was terrifyingly honest.

But the soft touch on my lips felt like poppy.

"Brother? Why aren't you saying anything?"

He Nanxian's voice grew closer and closer, right outside the screen.

"Make him wait."

She whispered those words close to his lips.

He Sichen closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he made a choice.

"It's inconvenient to wait outside and watch."

He Nanxian's footsteps stopped.

"inconvenient?"

His tone was confused, but he didn't take another step.

He Sichen pulled the curtain over with one hand and slammed it shut.

The curtain swayed, covering the last sliver of the gap.

He grabbed Si Yimian's waist, lifted her up, and pulled her into his arms.

That little thing is crazy, and so is he.

Si Yimian was breathless from the kiss and unconsciously tightened her grip on his waist.

The last bit of restraint in He Sichen's eyes suddenly exploded, and he shoved her back onto the treatment bed.

He tasted the sweetness on her tongue.

And there was the irresistible attraction she possessed that made him lose control.

She has a small frame, but she's flexible all over.

Even the tip of the tongue was incredibly soft.

Every time he saw her, he wondered what it would taste like to kiss those moist, cherry-pink lips.

Now I know, it's addictive.

Once you've kissed someone, you want to go deeper and be more intense.

He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly.

Separated by a curtain, two worlds exist.

Outside the curtain is my younger brother; inside the curtain lies taboo.

But she chose the worst possible moment to give him what he wanted most.

The feeling of immorality was like an electric current running through my spine.

Despite being the object of her brother's arranged marriage, she was now beneath him, her breath fading from his kisses.

The kiss was too intense, and Si Yimian was a little short of breath.

This kiss also revealed that this guy's self-control was as fragile as paper.

Abstinence, yet desire.

This man is capable; if he reacts, it means he's really into it.

Very well, this appearance and this identity are just what she needs.

Three days ago, she was still in the stretch Lincoln, begging her mother to take a picture of the pink diamond. Her father laughed and called her a little money-grubber.

The next second, the truck crashed into them.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself as the unlucky female protagonist in a tragic novel.

Her parents were biased, her adopted daughter was a scheming woman, her fiancé turned into her brother-in-law, and she handed over her inheritance rights.

He was physically and mentally abused, donated a kidney, became tainted, and then jumped off a building.

The moment she died, the whole world began to love her.

The parents regretted their actions, the scumbag went crazy, and the readers were satisfied.

Si Yimian wanted to laugh.

What kind of hellish script is this?

Such cruelty in abusing women.

This author must be a reincarnation of a bound foot cloth, his mind is full of feudal dregs.

The female protagonist punishes the scumbag and his family with her death, making them live with long-lasting regret for the rest of their lives.

There are actually people who believe this nonsense.

Once someone is dead, they are dead.

They've been crying for two years, but who still remembers how tall the grass is on your grave?

Only when they themselves are living a successful and prosperous life will they regret their actions.

She was pampered by her parents for twenty-three years in her original world and never compromised herself to please anyone.

Making yourself happy is the most important thing.

Love is optional.

But not a single penny of the family fortune that is rightfully theirs should be lost.

He Sichen is the eldest son of the He family. He holds core resources and is a man of few words and aloofness.

With just a few strokes of the pen, a formidable character is vividly portrayed.

Since He Nanxian in the original story always wanted to push her to his elder brother He Sichen, she decided to go along with it.

She could easily seize the power of the Si family and the influence of the He family.

Isn't it better to take a shortcut by relying on He Sichen than to work hard on your own?

She's a capitalist's little princess, shrewdly self-serving, and incredibly flexible when it comes to moral boundaries.

She's here tonight purely to check out people's looks.

If He Sichen's appearance is unsightly, he'll immediately run away and find a different solution.

She is a lustful and appearance-obsessed person who will never compromise on matters of principle.

But when I saw him take off his mask...

Tsk, my heart has been sniped.

She admitted that she was just a vulgar person who was attracted to beauty.

With that face and that waist, investing in her would be a worthwhile investment.

If I don't sleep, I'll have wasted my time transmigrating into the book.

The pressure on his lips grew increasingly fierce, and He Sichen's breathing became completely disordered.

She turned her head away between breaths, her warm, moist breath brushing against his ear.

"Big brother, that's enough."

Her voice was so soft it sounded like she was begging for mercy, and it went straight into his ear.

"Brother Nanxian is still outside."

He Sichen's lips landed on her neck, pausing for a moment.

In this context, calling someone "big brother" is an absolute provocation.

She has the most innocent face, yet does the most alluring things.

Yet he still looked like he'd been bullied.

"Now you know he's outside?"

He stared at her, his voice low and broken.

Why didn't you think about it just now?

Si Yimian answered him softly with a serious expression.

"You were the one who asked me first if I knew what that meant."

"I'm just answering you with my actions."

"Did I answer wrong?"

She tilted her head back, her expression completely innocent.

Anyone who saw her would think she was just a helpless little lamb.

He Sichen scoffed coldly, then laughed in anger.

it is good.

very nice.

In his thirty years of life, this was the first time he had been so thoroughly outmaneuvered by a young girl that his belt was almost loosened.

He said the most innocent things, but what he did was push people to their deaths.

He suddenly realized that this little thing was not only not dull, but actually quite clever.

She knows how to handle things, how to advance and retreat, and how to understand a man's thoughts perfectly.

At this moment, outside the curtain, He Nanxian was already getting impatient.

"Brother? What exactly happened inside?"

"I hear a strange sound."

"Can I come in now?"

He Sichen closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the desire surging in his eyes was forcibly suppressed back into the depths.

He released his grip on her hand, took a step back, and created some distance.

"inconvenient."

He spoke to the outside of the curtain, his voice cold and clear.

"The injured person is in a sensitive location and needs privacy; it is not convenient for bystanders to observe."

He Nanxian was taken aback.

"Is it a woman?"

"Um."

He raised his hand to straighten his loosened tie and then adjusted his askew glasses.

Si Yimian slowly sat up and straightened her crumpled white dress.

Outside the curtain, He Nanxian's shadow drew ever closer.

"Could she be my future sister-in-law?"

He Nanxian reached out to lift the curtain.

He Sichen raised his arm to block.

Si Yimian reached out first and took the initiative to pull open the curtain.

"Brother Nanxian."

Her voice was soft and nasal.

"it's me."

The curtain was pulled open.

He Nanxian was visibly startled the moment he saw Si Yimian.

"Mianmian?"

His gaze lingered on her blood-stained white dress, his brows furrowing.

What are you doing here?