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

Si Yimian's eyes lit up instantly.

Holy crap, they really touched him.

Thick-skinned people can have everything.

His palm covered the back of her hand, and through her soaked shirt, the definition of his abdominal muscles was clearly visible under her fingertips.

Warm and firm.

These abs are a hundred times better to touch than she imagined.

She suddenly realized that Huo Siyue's script was still too conservative.

What? Forgot to bring a towel when borrowing the bathroom? That's too small a concept.

The real skill is twisting a man's skull.

She touched the top, then the bottom, then the left, then the right, and after touching the front, she wanted to touch the back.

Slide your fingertips down the midline of the rectus abdominis muscle, past the navel area, and rub towards the V-line.

He grabbed her wrist and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

The coolness of the tiles seeped through, her back was soaked with sweat, and she lay on her back between him and the tiles.

He Sichen propped one hand on her ear and used the other hand to hold her wrist and press it above her head.

Water trickled down his brow bone and dripped onto her face.

He was soaked to the bone, his wet shirt clinging to his skin, the outline of his muscles clearly visible through the thin fabric.

That's enough.

He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were red.

He suddenly wanted to know what kind of spell she had cast on her hands.

Why does it catch fire wherever I touch it?

"If you keep touching it, it won't be abs anymore."

Si Yimian looked up at him.

The mist made her eyelashes wet, and water droplets clung to the tip of her nose.

"What is that?"

He Sichen didn't answer; his pupils were tinged with desire.

From this angle, the gaze falls uncontrollably downwards.

She lay on her back, her wet hair spread out on the ground, her white dress clinging to her body, the curve from her collarbone to her chest line faintly visible under the wet fabric.

He Sichen's gaze slid down her collarbone.

Her skin is really thin.

It's so thin that you can see the fine blood vessels below the collarbone.

With this thickness of stratum corneum, a light pinch will leave a mark.

It wouldn't go away even after a whole night.

Suddenly I really wanted to bite it and watch the skin change from white to red, and from red to purple.

Si Yimian looked at his expression, which seemed to be suffocating him, and suddenly her eyes curved into a smile.

"Dr. He, you're in a good mood today."

She breathed softly into his ear.

"You may kiss me."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling gently in the mist.

She's as docile as a little lamb waiting to be kissed.

He Sichen stared at her closed eyes, two embarrassing moments from his past flashing through his mind.

At the banquet, she treated him like a monkey, saying, "I don't let you kiss me every time."

On her sofa, he closed his eyes and leaned closer, only to be covered by her mouth when she asked, "Do you want to kiss me again?"

This time, she closed her eyes and said she allowed it.

Those two words, coming from her mouth, were more effective than any drug.

He suddenly felt like a dog.

Even after being walked, it still wanted to wag its tail when it saw the rope.

His restraint, upbringing, and ethics over the years were all bargaining chips that she could manipulate at will.

That's fucking pathetic.

He Sichen's fingers tightened suddenly around her wrist, and the last trace of human color in his eyes vanished completely.

He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

The kiss carried a fierce intensity that had been building up for too long, like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days finally biting its prey.

Si Yimian let out a muffled groan as he kissed her. The back of her head was cushioned by his palm, preventing her from hitting the tiles, but she couldn't escape either.

He pried open her lips and teeth, entwined them, and sucked.

When she couldn't catch her breath, he stepped back half an inch to let her catch her breath, then rushed back and kissed her lower lip.

She raised her hand to push him away, but as soon as her fingers touched his chest, he grabbed her and pulled her back to the top of his head.

Their fingers were intertwined and pressed against the tiles.

The shower was still spraying water, and the steaming hot water enveloped the two of them in the same rain curtain.

Nothing could be seen clearly, except for the sensation of touch, which was magnified infinitely.

She tasted the minty flavor on the tip of his tongue, mixed with moisture, like a summer day drenched in a downpour.

He Sichen's kiss was fierce, but there was a method to it.

Si Yimian's mind went blank, and she could only obediently tilt her head back.

He Sichen's lips slid down to kiss her chin and collarbone.

Stopping at the hollow of his collarbone, this time he couldn't resist opening his mouth and gently biting it.

"Um……"

Si Yimian made a nasal sound, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.

He Sichen's muscles tensed instantly.

That groan was from the ignition device.

Beyond that, a kiss won't solve the problem.

He stopped abruptly.

His forehead was pressed against hers, and he was breathing heavily as if he had just finished a marathon.

Their chests heaved violently as they collided.

Si Yimian opened her eyes, which were misty with tears, looking both bewildered and alluring.

The dress straps slipped down halfway, revealing her collarbone, which still bore the marks he had just left.

She looked like a gift that he had half-opened.

He propped himself up, water droplets sliding from his brow bone to his chin and dripping into the crook of her neck.

Si Yimian opened her eyes, stunned.

No, it's at a crucial moment, why did you press the pause button again?

This guy is like a DVD; he keeps getting stuck during sex scenes.

"Dr. Crane?"

She stared at him blankly, her eyes still misty with tears.

He Sichen did not respond.

He suddenly released her wrist, propped himself up, and sat on the wet floor tiles.

With her back against the edge of the bathtub, her long legs bent and her arms resting on her knees.

He turned his head to look at her.

"Si Yimian".

"You and He Nanxian..."

Si Yimian was stunned for a moment, wondering what kind of question this was.

Mentioning his brother at this point really makes him lose his temper.

"Brother Nanxian."

She slowly sat up, her eyes glistening and bright through the mist.

"They're probably trying to appease Ning You right now."

He Sichen remained silent.

Si Yimian tilted her head to look at him, her face full of obedience.

"Should we report this to Dr. He?"

"You said you were hugging and kissing me in the bathroom, and asked if it could continue?"

He Sichen: "..."

His mind went blank.

"Shut up."

He Sichen's temple throbbed.

She raised her hand, touched his brow with her finger, and gently smoothed out the furrowed brow.

"Nanxian himself said that he wanted my elder brother to take care of me."

"He means he wants you to fulfill the duties of his fiancé."

Si Yimian tilted her head up, her pupils reflecting the light.

"Shouldn't the eldest brother also do the work that his fiancé does?"

He Sichen closed his eyes, his knuckles, which were gripping the floor tiles, turned blue from tension.

He had never heard such twisted logic in his life.

But what comes out of her mouth is twisted into the truth.

He knew she was using a fallacy, and he also knew that this little rascal was full of bad intentions.

But her expression was so adorable, so innocent that it made one want to pull her into their arms, and at the same time want to hold her down on their lap and spank her.

He can't just continue like this, in such a muddled way.

She might just be trying to provoke He Nanxian, to get revenge on her fiancé who always puts other women first.

And he just happened to be standing in the closest position.

She is young and acts on instinct, seeking only momentary pleasure.

But he was seven years older than her.

He has seen too many people act impulsively and then regret it, and he has seen too many relationships spiral out of control and become a complete mess.

He couldn't take advantage of his lust and force her to stay here and abuse her.

I was afraid she wouldn't be able to distinguish between revenge and attraction, and that I would drag her into a muddy mess.

He should know better than she what lies between impulse and attraction.

She may not understand.

He has no choice but to teach.

"stand up."

He spoke in a hoarse voice and pulled her up from the ground.

Si Yimian was lifted up like a chick by him. Before she could even stand up straight, a dry bath towel was draped over her head.

He Sichen wrapped the bath towel around her shoulders, pulled the edges over, and quickly wrapped her up like a fluffy milk dumpling.

"go out."

His voice came in through the towel, stiff and unnatural.

Si Yimian peeked her head out from under the bath towel and took half a step forward.

"Won't Dr. He take a shower together?"