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

He Sichen stared at the half-empty bottle of liquid, then looked at her.

The night breeze blew in through the car window, filling the entire car with the scent of peaches emanating from her.

She held the bottle, her wrists slender, her fingertips pink.

There was a little moisture on her lips; it was hard to tell if it was from the medicine or her own taste.

This scene is just like Pandora holding her box.

Even though he knew that opening it would lead to utter ruin, he still wanted to see what was inside.

He reached out and took the bottle, tilting his head back to drink it all down the last drop, right where she had touched the bottle opening.

He swallowed the remaining half bottle, along with her scent.

The liquid slid down my throat, slightly sweet with a hint of astringency.

Si Yimian smiled with satisfaction.

She reached out her finger, hooked it around his tie, and pulled it down.

"Do you still want to take your time tonight?"

He Sichen remained silent.

He turned his head to look at her, the small flame in his eyes now burning like wildfire.

The car was quiet, with only the sound of two people breathing.

She moved closer, and he didn't flinch.

He was still not away when we got closer.

They were so close, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling together.

He Sichen was struck by her sudden display of obedience, and his heart tightened.

"Si Yimian, do you know how annoying you are right now...?"

He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, braced himself on the back of her seat with one hand, and pinched her chin with the other.

With his thumb pressed against her lower lip, he applied slight pressure to force her lips open slightly.

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

It carries a reckless, defiant attitude, and an unbridled acceptance of one's fate.

Si Yimian leaned back as he kissed her, her head resting against the seat.

She was breathless from his kisses, her fingers sliding from his chest to his waist.

"crane……"

"Shut up."

He held her lips in his mouth as a warning, not letting her escape.

"Take a breath."

"I'll teach you."

Si Yimian's mind went blank.

This man, he even makes a teaching gesture when he's kissing someone.

None of my family members understand.

This man has finally stopped pretending!

He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and pulled her over from the passenger seat with the other.

With the seats reclined, the space became cramped, and the two people were pressed so close together that there was no room for ventilation.

She straddled him, the hem of her peach-pink sundress draped over his dark gray trousers.

He tilted his head back to kiss her, conquering her from below.

The angle was tricky, making the kiss even deeper.

Si Yimian was forced to lower her head, her long hair hanging down, enveloping their intertwined breaths.

Her bra strap slipped down halfway, and he lowered his head to kiss her collarbone.

From the collarbone to the side of the neck, and from the side of the neck to behind the ear.

Not a single inch was overlooked.

Si Yimian craned her neck, like a little swan offering its neck to be slaughtered.

The car windows fogged up, and the mountain wind howled.

No one can see inside the car.

This time, there were no brakes.

There was no pause.

There was only the sound of two people breathing together and the fog gradually forming on the car window.

The temperature inside the car was rising, and the night breeze couldn't dissipate it.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally let go of her.

His forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy.

"How long does it take for the medicine to take effect?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Si Yimian hadn't recovered from the lack of oxygen and stared at him blankly.

"About thirty minutes."

He Sichen raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

"Fifteen minutes left."

After he finished speaking, he lifted her off his lap and put her back in the passenger seat.

Fasten your seatbelt, start the engine, and shift into gear.

Instead of turning back to the city, the car turned around and onto a road leading uphill.

The streetlights became sparser, while the shadows of the trees on both sides grew denser.

Night fell from all directions, enveloping the carriage in a sealed space.

Si Yimian looked at the mountain scenery rushing past the window and suddenly spoke.

"Dr. He, this is not the way back to the city."

"Um."

"Where to?"

"go home."

Si Yimian frowned slightly.

"Guanlan Yipin doesn't take this route either."

He Sichen held the steering wheel with one hand, looking straight ahead.

"Not that home."

Si Yimian paused for a moment, then slowly curved her eyes into a smile.

"Which house should we go to?"

"There's another one in the mountains."

He Sichen paused, then turned his head to look at her.

"I've never taken anyone else there."

Si Yimian felt a tingling sensation in her chest, as if something had bumped into her.

The car rounded a bend, and a dark pine forest appeared ahead.

At the end of the road, the outline of a villa could be vaguely seen, and the iron gate opened automatically.

He Sichen slowed down and drove through the wrought iron gate.

The gravel road rustled under the wheels, and the headlights swept across the climbing roses on the courtyard wall.

He turned off the engine, and darkness swallowed all sound, plunging the car into a brief silence.

He Sichen got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door.

"Get down."

Si Yimian stretched her leg out, but her high heels slipped on the gravel path, causing her to stumble.

He bent down and lifted her up by scooping her up with one hand under her knees and the other hand supporting her waist.

Si Yimian let out a soft cry and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He stepped onto the stairs, freeing one hand to press the fingerprint lock, and the door clicked open.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, casting a warm yellow glow across the floor.

He usually stays in this villa for a day or two when he's resting, but most of the time he stays in Guanlan Yipin for work convenience.

Someone comes to clean the place every two days, ensuring it's always ready to be lived in.

Clean and tidy, just like him, everything is arranged in an orderly manner.

The only thing he didn't expect was that one day he would bring a woman back with him.

He Sichen walked straight to the island platform, lifted her up with one hand, and placed her on it.

The marble countertop was cold, and she shrank back.

He Sichen ignored him and turned to pour water.

He filled the glass with purified water, turned around, and brought it to her lips.

"To moisten your throat."

Si Yimian obediently lowered her head and took two sips from his hand.

He drank too quickly, and a drop of water slid down from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his chin and into the crook of his neck.

He Sichen stared at the drop of water, then raised his fingertip and wiped it away.

"Are you ready?"

He placed the water glass on the table, braced his hands on either side of her, leaned slightly forward, and aligned his gaze with hers.

Si Yimian narrowed her eyes, took out the mini bag from behind her, and unzipped it.

He pulled out a small, square object from inside and waved it in front of him.

"Dr. He, I am well prepared."

He Sichen looked down at the small cube, his brow twitching.

"When did you prepare this?"

"Before leaving the house."

She put the thing into his palm.

"I'm determined to win tonight; how could I possibly fight an unprepared battle?"

He Sichen: "So you calculated everything?"

Si Yimian tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"Well... about 80%."

"What about the remaining 20%?"

"You have erectile dysfunction."

He Sichen: "..."

His hand gripping her waist tightened for a moment.

"Si Yimian, you really have a sharp tongue."

"So, will you kiss me or not?"

He took a deep breath.

She felt like prey being targeted by a hunter, and from the moment she stepped into Huo Siyue's birthday party, every step was part of her script.

But he jumped down willingly.

He reached out and took the small cube, then put it in his pocket.

Then he grabbed her waist and lifted her off the island platform.

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

He picked her up and turned to walk towards the stairs, kissing her as he went.

He kissed her fiercely, biting her lower lip and refusing to let go.

He kissed her so hard she leaned back, her long hair falling down and brushing against the back of his hand.

"Why are you running?"

He chased after her and kissed her lips, his voice hoarse beyond words.

"Not what you wanted?"