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

This was the first time in He Sichen's life that he had been dragged into someone else's house.

Even more outrageous is that he didn't shake him off.

He Sichen stood in the entryway, his gaze sweeping halfway around the house.

The area is the same size as his, and the layout is mirror-symmetrical.

But she has decorated it like she's moved into a new apartment.

The room was filled with the scent of peach diffuser, and a cream-colored blanket was draped over the sofa armrest.

A projector sits on the coffee table, showing an old movie.

"Dr. He, come and sit down."

Si Yimian sat cross-legged on the carpet, looked up at him, and patted the spot next to her.

"Don't be so formal after get off work."

He Sichen: "..."

He Sichen didn't sit on the sofa, but on the single sofa at the other end of the carpet.

She opened the takeout bag, took out the foil packet, and unfolded it layer by layer.

He was indeed tired.

I've been busy at the hospital all day, and I just took a shower. Now my limbs are screaming.

The sofa was soft, and the barbecue smelled delicious.

She opened a box of roasted eggplant, and the aroma of garlic burst forth.

His stomach involuntarily cramped.

Si Yimian took out two cans of beer.

He Sichen looked up at her: "You can still drink?"

"Just a little bit."

She unzipped the can, pushed one can in front of him, and picked up the other one herself and chug it down.

"Something to help you sleep, Dr. He, would you like some to relax?"

He Sichen took it, but didn't drink it; he just placed it beside him.

She tilted her head back, took two sips, let out a small burp, and her lips glistened with moisture.

He Sichen looked away.

I picked up the can of ice-cold beer and took a swig.

He couldn't concentrate on a single word of the movie playing on the screen.

Si Yimian ate with relish, and after a few sips of wine, she became even more talkative.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were misty.

"Dr. He, do you know?"

"What?"

"Wearing loungewear looks better than wearing a white lab coat."

Without the protective gear of a white coat and suit, the lines of his shoulders and back are actually more defined.

Below the collarbone, the neckline is slightly open.

The seemingly refined scoundrel sheds his shell, revealing his dormant hormones.

Tsuru Shoko's fingers, which were gripping the beer can, paused.

"Too few refined scoundrels, too many..."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"Feeling like a husband."

He Sichen: "..."

He picked up the bottle and took a sip.

The alcohol burned down my throat, and the heat spread to my limbs.

Once you get started, the rest will be easier.

An hour and a half later.

Foil boxes lay scattered about, and beer cans leaned to one side or the other.

Si Yimian's cheeks flushed pink from drinking, her eyelids felt heavy, and the fingers supporting her chin loosened, causing her head to drop slightly before lifting it again.

She really has a low alcohol tolerance.

After two cans, his eyes started to wander.

He Sichen wasn't much better off.

He rarely drinks, but he went overboard today.

This level of alcohol isn't enough to get you drunk, but it's like a thin mist enveloping your nerves, loosening those restraints a bit.

Alcohol is something that can be used to pick locks when security is at its lowest.

When a person is slightly tipsy, all sorts of random thoughts flood their mind.

For example, how she looks now.

The two ears on her hat drooped down, her face was flushed, her eyelashes were lowered, and she looked clean and unguarded.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"Si Yimian?"

"Um?"

She raised her eyes, her gaze meeting his through a hazy mist.

"You've had too much to drink."

She shook her head, buried her face in her arms, revealing only half of her profile, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not drunk."

As she spoke, she tilted her head and almost bumped it on the corner of the coffee table.

He Sichen reflexively reached out and placed his palm between her forehead and the corner of the table.

Si Yimian was half-embraced and half-supported by him and pulled back, leaning into his arms.

He Sichen didn't let go, and she forgot to break free.

The living room was quiet, with only her even breathing.

Si Yimian looked up at him.

The light was hazy, and the color of his eyes was darker than usual; his pupils reflected only her.

"Dr. He, could you please close your eyes?"

He Sichen's mind went blank for a moment, and he obediently closed his eyes.

He slowly lowered his head and moved closer uncontrollably.

The distance has been reduced to a dangerous level.

Their noses touched, their breaths mingling.

He could smell the sweetness on her lips, so sweet that he wanted to take a bite.

The next second, her lips were covered by a hand.

He opened his eyes and met his boss Yi Mian's crescent-shaped eyes.

"You want to kiss me again?"

He Sichen froze.

The blood congealed instantly, then boiled again in an instant.

Her eyes were so clear and dark, reflecting his flushed face.

"Have you forgotten what you said at the banquet last time?"

He Sichen: "..."

He's never been outmaneuvered like this twice in his life!

She lowered her hand from her mouth, revealing a curved smile.

He Sichen pressed his Adam's apple down frantically.

He withdrew his hand and leaned back on the sofa.

Those light-colored pupils could hold a whole range of emotions.

Desire, frustration, embarrassment, and the restraint of being driven to the brink of collapse by her manipulation.

"Si Yimian".

"Um?"

"You did it on purpose."

Si Yimian suppressed a laugh, ignored his words, and continued to finish him off.

"It's really getting late."

"If you don't go back soon, I'll think you're planning to spend the night."

He Sichen took a deep breath, suddenly stood up, and lifted his back off the sofa cushion.

"You should get some rest."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

The front door clicked shut.

Si Yimian flopped onto the sofa, hugged a cushion, buried her face in it, and chuckled softly.

This man is as obedient as a wound-up toy.

It's so easy to walk.

Is it reasonable for a 30-year-old man to be this innocent?

He'll definitely take a cold shower when he gets back.

Laugh to death.

2701's water bill is going to be outrageous this month.

……

When He Sichen returned home, he went straight into the bathroom and turned on the cold water valve.

But the face in my mind became clearer and clearer with each pour of water.

He crossed the line; he was the one who said he wouldn't offend them again.

But after only a few days, it was posted again.

Like a dog, wagging its tail and waiting for someone to pat its head.

She rubbed his postdoctoral brain into the ground.

From beginning to end, he never had the upper hand.

She set a trap for him, and he fell into it.

If she tells him to stop, he has to stop.

He Sichen raised his hand to wipe his face, then tilted his head back against the tile.

It’s over.

Now that she lives across the hall from me, I can't prevent her from getting away from me.

His life would be lost to her sooner or later.