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

At 8 p.m., Si Yimian came out of the lab with her neck almost broken.

She dragged her leaden legs toward the duty room to find He Sichen to sign the handover form.

The corridor was dimly lit, and the door to the duty room was ajar.

She was about to knock when she saw the scene inside through the glass, and her hand froze in mid-air.

He Sichen sat at the duty table, still wearing his white coat, with a sewing box spread out on the table.

He held the old rabbit in his hand, its rotten ears tucked between his two fingers.

With her other hand, she held the sewing needle and was sewing stitch by stitch.

Si Yimian stood at the door, stunned.

What a wonder of the world!

She thought he only knew how to dissect people with a scalpel.

I never expected him to be able to sew dolls with an embroidery needle.

What an exceptionally virtuous and loving husband!

If you marry her, shouldn't you treat her like a precious statue?

He Sichen, how many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?

After sewing, he picked up the rabbit, turned it over to check, and his delicate brow bone was visible under the light.

He raised his hand and pinched the rabbit's belly to make sure the cotton was evenly distributed.

Then, he smiled.

Si Yimian quickly knocked on the door.

He Sichen's hand trembled, and the rabbit fell onto the table with a thud.

He reflexively shoved the rabbit into the drawer, his movements as quick as if he were hiding stolen goods.

Then pick up your cup and drink some water, pretending nothing happened.

Si Yimian pushed open the door and entered, her gaze lingering on the drawer for a moment.

"Dr. He, here's the data summary."

"Put it on the table."

He moved the documents on the table to make room.

She walked over, put down her notebook, and leaned on the edge of the table to look at him.

"Dr. Crane."

"Um?"

"In your drawer..."

"There are no rabbits."

Si Yimian: "..."

There is no three hundred taels of silver here.

She was trying so hard to hold back her laughter that her stomach hurt.

I've never worked this hard in my life.

She secretly dug her fingernails into her palm to keep her lips from turning up in a wide grin.

"I didn't say rabbit."

He Sichen's ears were as red as boiled shrimp.

He put down his cup, his voice cold and hard.

"Put the data down, and get out."

"OK."

Si Yimian suppressed a laugh and turned to leave.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, he would kill her.

The door clicked shut.

He Sichen opened the drawer, looked at the rabbit, and felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

It’s over.

Image collapse.

He, a man who wields a scalpel, was actually seen sewing dolls.

What's the difference between this and streaking?

……

Si Yimian returned to Guanlan Yipin at 8:30.

She kicked off her shoes, threw her bag on the sofa, and floated straight into the bathroom.

My legs were trembling when the hot water came down.

After showering and putting on my pajamas, I didn't want to move after my hair was half-dry.

She flopped onto the bed and buried her face in the pillow.

The image of He Sichen sewing rabbits flashed through my mind.

I wanted to send him a message to tease him.

Pick up your phone and tap on He Sichen's profile picture.

I typed two words, then my eyelids drooped and my fingers loosened.

The phone slipped into the crevice of the pillow, its screen still lit.

She fell asleep.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed loudly.

Si Yimian jumped up from her pillow with a start.

My heart was pounding, but my brain was still in a dream and hadn't caught up.

After answering the call, Huo Siyue's large face filled the screen.

"Yueyue." Her voice was still sleepy.

"Mianmian! Come out and play! I found a yakitori restaurant, the lantern-shaped yakitori is amazing, the kind with bursting broth!"

Si Yimian buried her face back in the pillow, her voice muffled as if through a quilt.

"I can't move an inch."

"I'm now on clinical duty, and I'm exhausted every day, like I've plowed ten acres of land. I just want to give this world peace."

"Is clinical work really that tough?"

Huo Siyue gasped.

"So where do you live?"

Si Yimian: "Guanlan First Rank".

Huo Siyue: "Isn't that He Sichen's place?!"

"He lives across the street; I'm using his place to get around."

Huo Siyue was exasperated on the other end of the line.

"You live across the hall from me, what are you sleeping for, Mianmian!"

"Being near the water gives you an advantage; your location is so advantageous, even the heavens can't stand it!"

Si Yimian rolled over: "Then what should we do?"

Huo Siyue lowered her voice, as if she were making an underground meeting.

"Listen to me, break your showerhead or disable your door lock."

"Then go knock on his door and say you can't take a shower and ask to borrow his bathroom."

Si Yimian: "And then?"

"Then you take a shower! The sound of running water and the rising steam create a natural atmosphere."

"I called him halfway through washing, and he said he forgot to bring a towel."

"He handed you a towel, you opened the door, and steam covered his face."

"Your bathrobe should be loose, your collarbone should be exposed, your face should be flushed from the steam, and your eyes should be watery."

"How many seconds do you think he can hold out?"

Si Yimian felt that what she said made sense, but it wasn't very reliable.

"What if he doesn't open the door?"

"impossible."

Huo Siyue was resolute.

"You know Lu Zhuo, He Sichen's childhood friend, right?"

"I gave him this idea back then, telling him to go to the girl's house and borrow her bathroom."

"Now I have a wife and kids, and a warm bed to sleep in."

"And my brother Yan Tingnan, my sister-in-law was won over in the same way."

"As soon as I was in the bathtub and stretched out my legs, my brother couldn't control himself."

"This trick works on both men and women, and it never fails!"

Si Yimian: "..."

You guys in Beijing really know how to have fun.

Si Yimian listened, stunned.

"How many people have you suggested this trick to?"

"Not many, just seven or eight."

Huo Siyue counted on her fingers.

"100% success rate, the top performer in the Civil Affairs Bureau's KPIs."

"Go use it tonight!"

"no."

Si Yimian spoke, her voice languid.

Huo Siyue: "Why!!!"

"I'm at low health today."

Si Yimian yawned and pulled the pillow into her arms.

"Let me survive this week first."

"Once I get used to the intensity of clinical work, I'll turn on the shower myself without you having to tell me."

Huo Siyue laughed heartily on the other end of the line.

"Alright, I'll spare you for one night."

Si Yimian closed her eyes, her voice becoming increasingly slurred.

"I slept with Yueyue, and practiced the procedures in my dreams."

After hanging up the phone, Si Yimian tossed her phone onto the bedside table.

She turned over, kicked off the blanket, and then pulled it back.

The lock on her door must be broken.

For no other reason than Huo Siyue's success rate.