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

He Sichen looked down at her.

Her hair was stuck to the side of her face, and her palms were wrapped in gauze.

Like a stray cat soaked to the bone in a downpour, standing at his doorstep, waiting to be picked up.

At that moment, her combination lock was out of power.

She said on the phone that the showerhead had also happened to break.

Even if he had just taken one more step forward, he could have uncovered her flawed scheme.

But the brain, which had been meticulously logical for thirty years, chose to go on strike at this moment.

He Sichen took a deep breath and began to mentally prepare himself.

She is a neighbor, a business partner, and her brother's arranged marriage partner.

She was standing in the corridor covered in dirt; both morally and logically, she should have been allowed to go inside and clean herself first.

This is basic humanitarian concern.

"Come in."

He pressed his fingerprint, the door lock clicked open, and he stepped into the entryway first.

Si Yimian's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Thank you, Dr. He!"

She jogged in after him, silently bowing three times to Qin Enyu's fervent fan.

With He Sichen's problem-solving skills, the door lock problem was resolved clearly in no time.

She couldn't even get through the door.

it's good now.

The dirty little lamb has successfully entered the house.

He Sichen pushed open the door and turned on the entryway light.

He took a pair of new slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them beside her feet.

"The bathroom is on the right."

"The new bath towels are in the closet, help yourself."

Tell her to go back as soon as she's done washing.

This is his plan.

Si Yimian changed into slippers and stood in his living room, looking around.

The decor is a cool black, white, and gray color scheme, even the sofas are leather.

His apathetic style is just like his personality.

Si Yimian carried his suit jacket into the guest bathroom to scout out the layout.

My gaze swept under the sink and I noticed a small toolbox.

Si Yimian raised an eyebrow; a mischievous idea was forming in her mind.

She crouched down and clicked open the toolbox.

The tools inside are so professional they can even unclog drains.

She took out an Allen wrench and loosened the union nut on the shower hose connector by half a turn.

Finally, loosen the aerator on the faucet by hand.

When the water pressure increases, the water will change from a column to a shotgun-like spray, ensuring a spectacular display of "the celestial maiden scattering flowers."

After quickly finishing, she put the wrench back as it was and squeezed a few more pumps of shower gel onto the floor.

I rubbed it, spread it evenly, and the floor tiles instantly became as slippery as an ice rink.

Once everything is set up, turn on the shower.

She took a deep breath and let out a short scream.

"Dr. Tsuru—!!"

He Sichen had just hung up the phone with the property management.

"Yes, 2702, the combination lock battery needs replacing. Send someone up now."

He placed his phone on the island counter and poured himself a glass of ice water.

Upon hearing the scream, his pupils contracted, he put down the glass, and turned to walk towards the guest bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

He stood at the door of the guest bathroom and raised his hand to knock.

"The showerhead has gone mad! It's wrestling with fire!"

Si Yimian opened the door, and a burst of steam rushed out.

She stood in the white steam, her dress soaked and clinging to her body, revealing her curves.

Her hair was dripping wet, and water droplets clung to her eyelashes.

Like a little lamb just pulled from the river, pitiful yet delicious.

He Sichen's gaze lingered on her for a second before he immediately looked away.

"clothing."

Si Yimian stared at him blankly.

"What?"

He Sichen: "Wrap it up tightly."

Si Yimian looked down at herself.

"oh."

She slowly tugged at the hem of her skirt, making it fit her tighter and tighter.

He Sichen closed his eyes.

commit a sin.

"You go out, I'll take care of it."

He squeezed into the bathroom sideways, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

The showerhead was still spraying water wildly, and he reached out to turn the valve.

Si Yimian whispered a reminder from behind.

"Dr. Crane, it has a terrible temper, please be gentle..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

He Sichen turned the faucet in the wrong direction, and the loose aerator flew off.

Unrestrained by water pressure, it instantly transforms into a shotgun.

puff!

The water column burst open in a fan shape, launching an indiscriminate attack from all directions.

He Sichen's white shirt was destroyed on the spot.

The fabric was soaked through and clung to her body, transparent.

The lines of the shoulder blades bulge out from under the damp cloth, and the pectoral muscles rise and fall with each breath.

The V-line slid down diagonally from the side of the waist and disappeared into the soaked waistband of the pants.

Seeing it through a thin layer of damp cloth is actually more alluring than exposing it directly.

Si Yimian stood in the corner, biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes wide open.

Holy crap, the imperial relief grain has finally arrived!

You can't laugh.

If you laugh, you'll give yourself away.

He Sichen checked her over, wiped the water off his face, and turned to see her gaze.

The gaze was so direct, it was as if they were tearing off his clothes, sweeping from his Adam's apple down to his waistband.

He felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"Have you seen enough?"

"not yet."

Si Yimian blurted it out, then immediately covered her mouth.

He Sichen: "..."

The air condensed.

He Sichen looked at her, and she looked at He Sichen.

After a while, he looked away.

"The connection is loose. Go shower in my bathroom, I'll fix it here."

After he finished speaking, he took off his fogged-up glasses and placed them on the sink.

I had just taken a step when my foot suddenly slipped.

The shower gel was glowing and heating up.

He Sichen lost his balance and fell backward.

Si Yimian reacted quickly and pounced on him.

"Oh dear, Dr. Tsuru, be careful!"

They managed to pull it, but in the wrong direction.

The two of them fell down together.

He Sichen reacted extremely quickly, grabbing the back of her head with his hand and cushioning her waist with his arm, forcefully turning himself into a fleshy cushion.

boom.

Water splashed everywhere.

He slammed his back against the tiles with a muffled groan.

She lay on his chest, completely unharmed.

The showerhead was still spraying, and the water mist poured down from above, soaking the two of them completely.

Si Yimian nestled in his arms, her legs somehow wrapping around his waist.

The bathroom light shines down from above, and the steam softens the light.

He Sichen lay on his back on the ground, looking down at her.

Her hair was wet and stuck to the sides of her face, and water droplets clung to her eyelashes.

The white dress was soaked through and clung to her body, making her look like a tiny bundle.

He Sichen tightened his grip on her lower back for a moment, then restrained himself and released it.

There was no space between them; their breaths mingled.

Si Yimian propped herself up on her arms and looked down at him.

Water dripped from her hair onto his face and onto his Adam's apple.

He Sichen's muscles tensed, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"stand up."

Si Yimian looked up, her misty eyes filled with sincerity.

She pointed to his abs and spoke in a serious tone.

"Dr. He, the thought that I've never even touched my own abs in my twenties makes me inexplicably sad."

"I wonder if any kind soul will let me touch it."

He Sichen's brain went blank.

He lay on the bathroom floor tiles, completely soaked.

A little lamb was clinging to him, its legs wrapped around his waist.

She asked him earnestly if she could touch his abs.

His logic system cannot process this scene.

"Si Yimian, do you even know what you're saying?"

"I know."

She nodded, her fingers waving lightly in the air.

"I'm making a wish to a kind person."

He Sichen took a deep breath, his chest heaving.

Every time she got closer, his bottom line would recede a little further.

He's retreated so far that he's almost at the edge of a cliff.

Taking another step back would mean utter ruin.

Many times I've thought, I might as well just fall down.

Forget it.

We can't win.

He Sichen raised his hand, grasped her fingers, and pressed them onto his lower abdomen.

"Get up after you're done touching me."

He squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, then closed his eyes.

He Sichen gave her the most outrageous indulgence of his life.