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

He Sichen released her wrist and took a step back.

The hands hanging at the sides slowly clenched.

The knuckles are bluish, and blue veins spread from the back of the hand all the way to the forearm.

Huo Siyue, always eager for a good show, clapped and cheered.

"Wrong, wrong! Mianmian, you guessed wrong!"

"That was Brother Si Chen!"

Si Yimian was taken aback: "Huh? Really?"

She reached out to take off the scarf, but Huo Siyue stopped her.

"Don't rush, there will be a punishment if you guess wrong."

Huo Siyue's eyes darted around, and she smiled brightly.

"The punishment is to be blindfolded and feed Nanxian-ge with your mouth!"

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

Wow!

"This is exciting!"

Lu Zhuo held his wine glass, his lips twitching slightly, and whispered to Yan Tingnan.

"Siyue is going to fly to the moon!"

Yan Tingnan said calmly, "When does she ever not fly to the moon?"

Huo Siyue picked a strawberry from the fruit plate and held it to Si Yimian's lips.

"Come on, Mianmian, take it."

Si Yimian obediently opened her mouth and bit into the strawberry.

Huo Siyue turned to look at He Nanxian.

"He Nanxian, come here."

He Nanxian paused for a moment, then smiled.

"This punishment..."

He stood up and walked to Si Yimian.

The two stood facing each other, very close to each other.

Si Yimian was biting into the strawberry when everyone laughed and pushed her toward He Nanxian.

She was blindfolded and couldn't see, so she could only get closer by feeling.

He Nanxian lowered his head obediently, his breath brushing against her cheek.

Their noses touched, and the strawberry lay between them, its red color glistening with moisture.

With a strawberry in her mouth, Si Yimian could only make muffled nasal sounds.

"Well……"

He Nanxian lowered his head and leaned closer.

The commotion from the crowd grew louder and louder.

"Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss!"

Huo Siyue secretly glanced at He Sichen in the corner.

He Sichen watched this scene unfold.

Looking at her lips, so close to He Nanxian's.

They got so close that if they moved just a little closer, they would have kissed.

The jealousy, possessiveness, sense of transgression, and desire that had been building up all night finally burst forth at this moment.

He didn't say a word, turned around and walked straight out.

Huo Siyue watched his retreating figure, unable to suppress the urge to smile, and rushed forward to pull He Nanxian away.

"Hey, it's just a game! Why are you getting so close? Taking advantage of my Mianmian."

She reached out and untied Si Yimian's silk scarf.

Si Yimian's vision went from blurry to clear, and the first thing she saw was He Sichen's back disappearing at the end of the corridor.

She turned to look at Huo Siyue.

Huo Siyue winked at her, frantically giving her meaningful glances.

Chase after them!

go!

Si Yimian curved her lips into a smile.

I understand instantly.

She put down the strawberries in her hand, took a tissue to wipe her mouth, and stood up.

"I'm going to the restroom."

After saying that, she lifted her skirt and silently chased after He Sichen in the direction he had left.

Yan Tingnan caught a glimpse of Si Yimian leaving, then looked up and exchanged a glance with Su Ruan.

Su Ruan followed the gaze and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yan Tingnan lowered his eyes and spoke in a low, slow voice.

"What are you laughing at?"

Su Ruan leaned closer to him and lowered her voice.

What do you think?

Yan Tingnan didn't reply, but picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Su Ruan smiled and leaned on his shoulder.

"Teacher Yan, doesn't this scene look familiar?"

"Looks like Siyue has become a fan of a couple again."

Yan Tingnan looked at Huo Siyue.

She was holding a wine glass, smiling like a successful matchmaker.

"When will she stop kowtowing?"

Su Ruan thought about it and wholeheartedly agreed.

"Too."

……

Si Yimian chased after him to the end of the corridor and saw He Sichen push open a door and disappear down the stairs.

She lifted her skirt and followed him downstairs. The moment she pushed open the door, a chill rushed towards her.

"Dr. He, hiding here all by yourself, are you planning to get yourself drunk?"

In the wine cellar, He Sichen stood in front of the wine rack, a bottle of red wine already opened, and he was pouring it into a glass.

Hearing the noise, he didn't turn around, but only said one sentence.

"go out."

Si Yimian ignored him and instead closed the door.

With a click, the latch shut out all the noise from outside.

"don't want."

She kicked off her high heels, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and moved over step by step.

She walked up behind him and reached out to tug at the hem of his shirt.

"Dr. Crane."

Seeing no response, she tugged at it again.

"Are you really angry?"

He Sichen still didn't turn around, his voice cold and hard.

"I told you, don't talk to me this week."

Si Yimian walked around to stand in front of him and looked up at him.

The dim lighting in the cellar cast a beautiful shadow on his brow bone and clearly illuminated the darkness under his eyes.

She looked him over for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"It's not like you really don't want to talk to me."

"You just want me to take the initiative to talk to you."

He Sichen looked down at her.

She stood half a step away from him, her peach-pink sundress as soft as a layer of mist in the dim light.

He looked away and didn't respond to her.

Si Yimian took a half step forward, stretched out a finger, and poked his chest.

"Dr. He, I apologize for the video."

"You hate being seen by others so much, yet I sold you out. It was my fault."

The aroma of wine mingled with the sweet scent of peaches emanating from her, thickening the air.

He Sichen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he took half a step back, his back pressing against the cold wine rack.

"Stand still."

"I'm standing perfectly fine."

Si Yimian took another step closer, her toes touching his.

"The blindfolded one, I deliberately called him by the wrong name."

He Sichen's pupils contracted sharply, and he grabbed her wrist.

"Intentional?"

She nodded confidently.

"Who told you to ignore me these past two days and deduct five points from my score, telling me not to talk to you anymore?"

"I just wanted to annoy you a little, and see, you're talking to me now, aren't you?"

He Sichen: "..."

After listening, he remained silent for a long time.

He was completely under her thumb with her elementary-sounding provocation.

Si Yimian tiptoed and leaned close to his ear.

Her breath tickled his earlobe, soft and itchy.

"Dr. He, be good, don't be angry anymore."

"Getting angry makes you age faster, and when you get older, you don't look good anymore."

"I like things that look good."

He Sichen looked down at her.

The dim light cast a velvety sheen on the tips of her eyelashes.

She tilted her head back, her lips red and moist, so close that he could kiss her if he lowered his head.

He had been holding back ever since she appeared at the door tonight.

That jarring chorus, she was blindfolded, touching his Adam's apple but calling out someone else's name.

She was biting into a strawberry, so close to another man.

He's endured this long enough; he can't take it anymore.

He suddenly tightened his grip on her fingers, grabbed her waist with his other hand, and lifted her up, slamming her against the wine rack.

The wine bottle wobbled, making a clinking sound.

Si Yimian's back pressed against the cold wooden frame as he leaned in, his burning body temperature seeping through her thin shirt.

He Sichen took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, all he could see in his pupils was her.

"May I kiss you?"

This was his last bit of restraint before his sanity completely collapsed.

Si Yimian looked at his red eyes and his trembling hands gripping his waist.

This man was practically suffocating himself, yet he still remembered to ask her if it was okay.

Did he obtain a doctorate in male virtue?

That's quite polite.

"You're almost kissing me."

He Sichen looked down.

The two were so close that his lower lip was almost touching her upper lip.

Their breaths mingled together.

The next second, he lowered his head and kissed her.

There was no probing, no hesitation, and no stopping short of the point.

He had endured for too long and retreated too drastically; now he was determined to get everything back.

He reached under her knees with one hand, lifted her up, and made her sit on the groove in the middle of the wine rack.

Si Yimian's toes left the ground, and she could only cling to his shoulders.

He held the back of her head, ran his fingers through her loosely tied hair, and ripped off the pearl hair clip.

His long hair fell down, covering his pale arms.

Her only sensations were the warmth of his lips and the domineering, conquering touch of his tongue.

The dim, ambiguous light in the wine cellar cast two intertwined shadows onto the wine shelves.

Si Yimian was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she felt dizzy and disoriented, but his hands were not so well-behaved.

Slide your fingers down the front of his shirt and trace upwards along the midline of his abdominal muscles.

"Take your hand away," he warned, his lips parting her lower lip.

"The disaster relief grain isn't even allowed to be touched by the victims?"

She was panting, her voice soft and sweet.

"He Sichen, should we do it?"