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

Si Yimian was wrapped in a bath towel, revealing only her fair and clean little face, looking both obedient and adorable.

But what she said was completely at odds with her appearance.

He Sichen: "..."

He took a deep breath.

"If you say another word, I'll sell you out."

"Where to sell it?"

"Sell it to the kindergarten so people can relearn moral education."

Si Yimian: "..."

Si Yimian pouted, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and turned to walk out.

She took two steps, then turned back and gave him a thumbs up.

"Dr. He, your abs feel really good to the touch."

"Full marks."

"Thank you, kind person."

The kind person is dying.

She personally saw him off.

Before He Sichen could reply, she turned around and stepped barefoot out of the bathroom.

A trail of wet little footprints was left behind.

He Sichen couldn't help but say, "Watch your step, it's slippery."

He stood there, soaked to the bone, water dripping down his waistband.

Watching the white silkworm pupa walk away, I looked down at myself.

They were in a terrible state.

He took a deep breath and began to clean up the mess in the guest bathroom.

He turned off the main valve, took a wrench from the toolbox, and tightened the union nut in a few quick movements.

The showerhead finally behaved, and his world became quiet.

He ripped off his shirt, threw it into the laundry basket, and turned the cold water on full blast.

He Sichen tilted his head back, and the water jet hit his face.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the muscles in his shoulders and back taut into a sharp line.

The fire didn't go out even after being doused with cold water for ten minutes, and the person was getting cold.

He has always had a clear understanding of his own composure.

I've never been this out of control before.

Now things are different; the bottom line has been pushed back to the basement.

If we retreat any further, we'll have to lay the foundation.

We managed to stop it today, but what about next time?

If she dares to climb on him again next time, he might not stop to ask her if she's willing.

From the treatment room to the dark corner of the banquet hall, from her sofa to his bathroom.

Every time, he felt it was the last time, but every time she made him overturn his own beliefs.

Her attraction to him was physiologically addictive.

It's not about aesthetic appeal; it's about a desire ingrained in our nerves.

For the first time, I realized that I am not a saint.

He just hadn't met anyone who made him want to be an animal.

Half an hour later.

He Sichen came out wearing a white T-shirt and gray lounge pants, his hair was half-dried and still dripping wet.

A warm yellow floor lamp illuminated the living room.

Si Yimian was nestled on his sofa, head down, unwrapping the bandage from her palm.

She was wearing his white shirt, which was too big and hung loosely on her shoulders.

The hem just covered the top of her legs, and her two slender, white legs were crossed.

Her hair was half-dry, hanging loosely on her shoulders.

She was all soft and fragrant, like a freshly steamed peach dumpling.

Si Yimian heard the noise and looked up.

She held up the hand holding the rice dumpling, looking aggrieved.

"Dr. He, the bandage is wet; you've wasted your time."

He Sichen frowned slightly.

"Don't move."

He found the first-aid kit at home, walked over, and knelt on one knee beside the sofa.

Si Yimian immediately sat up obediently and stretched her hands out in front of her.

As she lowered her head, the neckline slid to one side, revealing half of her collarbone.

Because of her cross-legged posture, the hem of her dress hung precariously on the edge.

He Sichen shifted his gaze, trying to focus his attention on her hands.

"Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Si Yimian tilted her head to look at him, her face full of self-righteousness.

"Mine are all wet, and you don't have any women's pajamas at home."

"If you don't wear your clothes, are you going to run around naked?"

She paused, then added.

"Dr. Tsuru won't mind, will he?"

He Sichen: "..."

What do you mind?

He minded that she wore his clothes, sat on his sofa, used his bathroom, and even made him re-bandage her.

He had never served anyone like this in his entire life.

If he gets involved with her, all his obsessive-compulsive disorder will have been for nothing.

Si Yimian stared at his drooping eyelashes and suddenly spoke.

"You fell in the bathroom just now, is your back okay?"

He Sichen paused, his fingers pausing.

"fine."

"That's good."

She breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and looked thankful.

"After all, your back will be very useful in the future."

He Sichen looked up at her, his eyes darkening.

She immediately added with a serious expression.

"I mean, how can you stand on the operating table for more than ten hours at a time if you have a bad back?"

"The patient is still waiting for your miraculous healing skills."

He Sichen looked away, not wanting to respond.

That's a blatant attempt at flattery, both risqué and scathing.

He didn't believe a single word she said that sounded serious.

Silence is my only hope tonight.

He quickly wrapped the bandage, tied a knot, and loosened her wrist.

"Don't get it wet again."

Just then, He Sichen's phone rang.

The screen lights up, and the caller ID shows: Ruan Qiutang.

He Sichen glanced at Si Yimian.

She was looking down at her newly wrapped zongzi, completely unaware of what was happening.

He answered the phone.

"Aunt Ruan."

"Si Chen, are you home?"

Ruan Qiutang's voice came through the receiver, sounding somewhat anxious.

"I've been trying to call Mianmian but I can't get through. I don't know if she's back yet."

"I knocked on the door for ages and no one answered. Could something have happened to the child?"

Si Yimian suddenly looked up, her eyes widening instantly.

She looked down at herself.

The shirt was completely empty.

My underwear was lying in the bathroom, completely soaked.

She's like a peeled egg now.

He Sichen glanced at Si Yimian.

She was waving her hands frantically, mouthing the message to him.

"Not here, not here, not here!"

He looked away and spoke into the phone.

She's at my house.

Si Yimian's eyes widened, and her mouth formed the word: "Traitor."

"With you?"

Ruan Qiutang's tone rose half a beat.

"Um."

He Sichen's tone remained unchanged.

"Her keypad lock is out of power, and her showerhead is broken, so I came to borrow her bathroom."

He was telling the truth, so there's no need for him to feel guilty.

"That's perfect, I'm right outside your door too."

Si Yimian jumped up from the sofa and started wandering around.

He Sichen: "..."

Ruan Qiutang continued to deliver the finishing blow.

"I knocked on the door just now and no one answered. I thought you weren't home."

"Since you're home, open the door for me, and call Mianmian over while you're at it. I'll give you the soup I've made."

He Sichen glanced at Si Yimian, who was in a frenzy, and put down the gauze.

I got up and said something into my phone.

"Wait a moment, I'll open the door."

Then hang up.

Si Yimian grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't open it!!"

She tilted her head back, lowered her voice to the lowest possible level, and looked like a young wife about to be caught in adultery.

"I wasn't wearing anything underneath!"

"If my mom sees this, I won't be able to explain myself no matter what."

He Sichen's gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, then snapped back.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

She wasn't wearing anything, just a shirt over his clothes.

Just now, she was curled up on the sofa with her legs crossed, and he almost wanted to become a monk on the spot.

Now I realize I'm panicking.

"Who told you not to wear it?"

"How am I supposed to wear this if it gets wet?!"

Si Yimian was so anxious that she paced back and forth, wishing she could disappear on the spot.

"Hurry up, give me a coat."

"If you keep urging me, I'll go out naked."

Although He Sichen's words were harsh, he turned around and headed towards the bedroom.

When he came out again, he was carrying a black windbreaker.

Si Yimian reached out to take it, but he didn't let go.

"Beg me."

Si Yimian: "...?"