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

He Sichen's breathing suddenly stopped.

Blood instantly drained from the brain and rushed downwards.

He didn't loosen his grip on her waist, but he didn't go any further either.

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

He stared at her, his eyes burning red, like two flames doused with strong liquor.

"I know."

Si Yimian sat on the wine rack, a head taller than him, looking down at him.

His eyes were hazy, yet they revealed a clear-headed wickedness.

"Didn't you just ask if it was okay?"

"I'll answer you now, yes."

"Anything is fine."

He Sichen: "..."

He took a deep breath, feeling that he might need oxygen.

"The progress is too fast."

"You and I shouldn't be like this."

His fingers tightened around her waist, but his voice still offered a final, desperate resistance.

"Let's take it slow, okay?"

His voice was low, filled with a barely suppressed urge to break down.

It was like he was consulting with her, yet also like he was begging himself.

Si Yimian paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Dr. He, you're thirty years old, you don't just want to kiss, do you?"

He Sichen: "..."

He Sichen's temples throbbed with veins, and his ears burned.

This woman.

Which eye is she looking at him with?

He was clearly about to explode with pent-up desire, yet she thought he just wanted a kiss?

Si Yimian paused, then added another blow.

"I skip around while watching movies, do you think I have the patience to watch them slowly?"

He Sichen suddenly looked up.

What did she just say?

Watching a movie?

Still skipping around?

Innocent exterior, bandit heart.

Each word he spoke was more and more scathing than the last.

Every word was like a bomb being thrown at his moral defenses.

With a face so pure it could be used in a campus promotional video, she said things that made him want to pin her down on the wine rack until dawn.

This contrast is even more lethal than if she simply took her clothes off.

"you……"

Si Yimian found his shocked expression extremely amusing.

Before he could react, she pulled a small brown glass bottle from the side pocket of her skirt.

I unscrewed the cap, tilted my head back, and gulped it all down.

He Sichen frowned, and his voice changed tone.

"What did you drink?"

Si Yimian licked the corner of her lips.

"Yueyue found these for me, saying they were for entertainment."

He Sichen's mind flashed through the names of a hundred banned drugs, and his face instantly turned ashen.

"She's crazy? You're crazy too?"

"I'm not crazy."

Si Yimian shook the empty bottle.

Then she leaned closer, her nose brushing against his chin.

"Dr. He, I'll tell you a secret."

"Nanxian and I have never been intimate even once."

"But I'll have Brother Nanxian take me back later if you don't catch up."

"I'm definitely going to have sex with him tonight."

"I'll be very good once the medicine takes effect."

After saying that, she pushed him away.

She crawled out from under his arms and stepped barefoot on the ground.

He bent down, picked up the pair of stilettos, and held them in his hand.

She walked barefoot to the door and glanced back at him.

The dim light from the wine cellar shone from behind her; her long hair was loose, and she was barefoot, carrying her shoes.

She was enveloped in a honey-colored halo, radiating a sweetness that made you want to take a bite.

Like a little fairy who has strayed into the mortal world, or a little devil who has been plotting for a long time.

"Dr. He, you don't have much time to think about it."

"Catch up with me, and I'm yours."

"You're not going to pursue it..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already clear.

Immediately afterwards, she pushed open the door and walked out without looking back.

The wine cellar fell silent once more.

He Sichen stood there, staring at the closed door.

Her last words kept replaying in my mind.

No, what did Huo Siyue find for her?

Did these two women plan this together?

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to press his throbbing temples.

calm.

He told himself that she was provoking him, and he couldn't let a little girl like her control him.

She was full of wicked schemes and was setting traps for him from beginning to end.

This is her routine; she's used to this trick.

But if she gets into He Nanxian's car, he probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

If she doesn't go out now, she'll be lying in He Nanxian's bed tonight, doing everything he just wanted to do to her.

Just imagining that scene made him feel like he had a lemon stuffed into his chest, so sour it was maddening.

What's even more terrifying is that he believed she was capable of it.

She can even say things like "skip the progress bar when watching a movie," so what wouldn't she dare to do?

He Sichen dared not gamble.

He wouldn't dare gamble even if there was only a one percent chance.

He Sichen loosened his tie, turned around, and rushed out.

There was no one left in the corridor.

He strode towards the front hall, where the crowd was still laughing and joking.

Huo Siyue was raising her glass to toast someone when she saw him come out and raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, Si Chen, your face is so red. Is the air conditioning off in the wine cellar?"

He Sichen ignored her and scanned the entire room with his gaze.

He Nanxian is not here.

Si Yimian was not there either.

Where are they?

Huo Siyue feigned ignorance: "Who?"

"Si Yimian".

He Sichen's voice deepened, like the pressure before a storm.

Huo Siyue suppressed a laugh and gestured with her chin toward the door.

"Just now, Nanxian took Mianmian back."

"They said Mianmian wasn't feeling well."

He Sichen turned and left.

Huo Siyue called out from behind, "Brother Sichen, your car keys! They're on the table!"

He Sichen grabbed the keys and strode out.

Huo Siyue watched his retreating figure, then raised her glass and clinked it against Su Ruan's.

Su Ruan smiled and shook her head: "Take it easy, don't overdo it."

"Can't take it off."

Wen Jinxiao leaned closer: "What's going on?"

Huo Siyue took a sip of her drink: "Nothing's wrong."

"Someone is about to get on the highway."

……

As He Sichen rushed out of the foyer, he just saw He Nanxian's car taillights turn out of the villa gate.

He strode to the parking lot, opened the car door, and got in.

With a press of the knuckles, the engine started, and the tires sped off, crunching over the gravel road.

They didn't even turn on the navigation; they just chased after it down the mountain.

The G-Wagon sped down the mountain road, casting blurry lines of shadows from the trees on either side.

He controlled the steering wheel with one hand and loosened his tie with the other, throwing it onto the passenger seat.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Stop that car and get her back.

Maybachri.

Si Yimian nestled in the passenger seat, with the window slightly ajar.

The night wind blew in, making her hair flutter.

"Mianmian, are you still feeling unwell?"

He Nanxian gripped the steering wheel, his eyes occasionally glancing over.

"I feel a little dizzy."

She shook her head.

"You drank quite a bit today."

"Yes, Yueyue is happy."

He Nanxian remained silent for a while, then suddenly changed the subject.

"Mianmian, you and your older brother..."

He paused, as if considering his words.

Is it possible?

Si Yimian turned her head to look at him, pretending to know nothing.

"What could it be?"

He Nanxian opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"It's nothing."

He looked away and turned his gaze forward again.

Si Yimian leaned against the car window, her fingers lightly tapping on the door handle.

A countdown was running in my head.

She calculated the time, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

That bastard will definitely rush out in five minutes at most.

He Nanxian glanced at her: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just think the moonlight is quite nice tonight."

Si Yimian gave a perfunctory reply, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror.

Suddenly, two cold white headlights pierced into the rearview mirror.

The distance was extremely close, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Si Yimian's pupils contracted slightly, and she pushed back the corners of her mouth that were turned up.

coming.

It was two minutes faster than she expected.

She knew it.

Gamblers who gamble until the end can have everything.