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

Si Yimian felt weak all over, her fingers gripping his shirt collar tightly.

"Dr. He, if you're going upstairs, could you please stop kissing while you're walking?"

"cannot."

He answered confidently and righteously.

"The road is too long, it's a waste of time, efficiency comes first."

Si Yimian: "..."

She couldn't refute this reason.

He lowered his head and kissed her between the eyebrows, the tip of her nose, the corner of her lips, and her chin.

It goes down, past the collarbone, and stops in the clavicular fossa.

"You said you skipped around while watching movies in the wine cellar earlier?"

His voice was muffled in the crook of her neck, his breath hot.

Si Yimian hadn't recovered from the lack of oxygen and nodded blankly.

"Where should we jump?"

"Jump……"

She suddenly realized what she had done, and her face flushed red.

He Sichen raised an eyebrow, a rare hint of mischief appearing in his eyes.

"So you can blush too."

Si Yimian's mind went blank.

"No, I just said it casually."

He raised his head and looked down at her.

"Not a single frame is allowed to be skipped tonight."

Si Yimian felt weak all over from his words, her fingers clenching his shirt tightly.

"Dr. He, aren't you taking this a little too seriously?"

He Sichen: "It's the first time, so be careful."

Si Yimian couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're going to use this as surgery?"

"More meticulous than a surgery."

He stopped at the corner of the stairs, pinned her against the wall, and deepened the kiss.

Si Yimian was kissed so hard she felt like she was suffocating, and her legs were so weak she could barely hold on.

One of his high heels had already fallen off, leaving his bare foot dangling in mid-air, swaying gently with his movements.

"My shoe fell off."

She reminded him in a low voice.

He Sichen: "No, thank you."

Before she could retort, he suddenly lifted her up and pushed her upwards.

"Dr. He..."

She wrapped her arms around him even tighter, her voice trembling at the end.

"Tonight, we won't call Dr. Crane."

Si Yimian paused for a moment: "What's it called?"

"Think for yourself."

He lowered his head and continued, not giving her time to think.

Si Yimian was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she felt completely disoriented, her mind a complete mess.

"Si Chen?"

He paused for a moment.

"Say it again."

"Si Chen."

He kissed her more deeply.

"continue."

"Si Chen... Si Chen..."

Si Yimian was almost driven crazy by his kisses, her toes curled up, and she reached out to push his head away.

"That's enough, that's enough..."

"not enough."

He raised his head, his eyes filled with lust.

His hand slid up her waist, hooked the shoulder strap, and pulled.

Where the shoulder strap broke, the fabric lost its support and slid down the collarbone to both sides, revealing large areas of fair skin on the shoulders, neck, and collarbone.

Her skin was very fair, and it shone with a cold, porcelain-like luster in the dim light.

Si Yimian's hand slid from his shoulder to his chest, fumbling to unbutton his shirt.

I spent ages trying to figure it out, but I couldn't solve a single one.

He Sichen stopped and looked down at her.

"Do you even know how?"

Si Yimian said matter-of-factly, "It's my first time solving this, I have no experience."

He Sichen laughed in exasperation.

He supported her with one hand, and with the other hand, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and then ripped it off.

Si Yimian's gaze fell on him.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, clearly defined pectoral muscles, and abdominal muscles that extend from the ribs all the way to the waistband.

The V-line slid down diagonally and disappeared below the belt buckle.

Si Yimian stared wide-eyed.

Last time I touched it in the bathroom, it was through a wet shirt, but now I've finally seen its true face.

"With a figure like yours, it's a shame you're not a model."

He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his abs.

My palms were pressed against the firm muscle lines, and the temperature was scalding hot.

Si Yimian curled her fingers, but didn't pull them back.

He stared at her, his voice coming from deep in his throat.

Am I old?

Si Yimian was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

He remembered all the things she had said about him behind his back.

She bit her lower lip, trying desperately to suppress her laughter.

I thought this matter was over, but it turns out they still remember it.

They bring up old grievances at times like this.

Immature and vengeful.

But how can she be so cute?

"Not big."

She obediently shook her head, drawing circles on his abs with her fingertips.

"It's perfectly ripe and sweet."

He Sichen lifted her up again and helped her climb the last few steps.

Her sundress fell to the corner of the stairs.

His shirt was hanging on the handrail of the second-floor corridor.

The motion-sensor lights at the stairwell turned on one by one, then went dark behind each one.

Like the relationship between them.

From darkness to light, from restraint to loss of control.

Every step they take crosses the line.

The moonlight retreated from the window to the corner of the wall, casting the shadows of the two people into an intertwined line.

He Sichen finally did what he had dreamed of doing eight hundred times.

From that day in the treatment room, he knew he was doomed.

I just didn't expect to fail so quickly.

But you only realize how superficial it is to actually do it yourself; learning from books is never enough.

After I touched her, those defenses became as fragile as cookies, crumbling at the slightest bite.

Every touch of my fingertips was soft and fragrant like jade.

This feeling is even more addictive than I imagined, even more so than a successful surgery.

He was more captivated by it than by any academic achievement.

His biggest misjudgment in his life was thinking he could endure it.

After tasting it, who would still want to be a saint?

He just wants to be an animal.

Lock her in this villa until dawn.

He suddenly understood what it meant for the emperor to stop holding court from then on; it wasn't that a beautiful woman was the cause of the country's downfall.

Once you've tasted this flavor, you can never give it up.

The halo of light from the wall lamp lingered on the wall for a long time before slowly coming to a stop.

The mountain breeze outside the window rustled through the pine forest.

Si Yimian lay on the bed, her face buried in the pillow.

Her long hair was draped over her back, and her shoulder blades rose and fell gently with her breath, like the wings of two butterflies.

She looked like a lamb that had been battered by a storm.

It's pitiful, yet delicious.

He Sichen looked down at her and reached out to brush away the stray hairs from her forehead.

"Is it alright?"

Si Yimian opened her eyes, which were covered with a layer of mist.

She looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Dr. He, have you secretly taken a training course to improve your skills?"

"What class?"

"Workshop on High-Quality Intimate Relationships for Humans"

He Sichen: "..."

"She's just too good at it, she doesn't seem like a beginner at all."

Si Yimian continued, her voice muffled.

"The experience is fantastic."

He really didn't seem like it was his first time at all.

There was no impatience like a young boy, no awkwardness of being flustered.

Unlike other men who rush around unpacking packages, he's not impatient, hasty, or focused on anything.

But He Sichen is like this...

She didn't even have a chance to cry out in pain; all she could do was tremble.

After listening, He Sichen remained silent for a moment.

Then he chuckled softly.

His chest vibrated, and even Si Yimian, who was pressed against his arm, could feel it.

He raised his hand and gently pinched her cheek with his thumb and forefinger.

"I've studied human anatomy for fifteen years."

"Where are the nerve endings? Where are the muscle fibers? Where is...?"

He paused, then gently touched her lower back with his finger.

"Arousal zones".

"I know you better than you do."

Si Yimian: "..."

Help.

Is it really legal for this man to use his professional advantages in this kind of situation?

It turns out that top students excel at everything they do.

She suddenly realized that all those domineering CEO novels she had read before were fake.

What's truly terrifying is this kind of knowledge about human anatomy.

He knows how to make you hurt, and he knows even better how to make you feel good.

Every step they took landed in the most critical spot.

He Sichen turned his head and looked at the milky white figure beside him.

She lay face down on the pillow, her eyelashes drooping, her lips slightly swollen, and her collarbone covered in marks.

He Sichen's Adam's apple bobbed.

Suddenly I felt like a drug addict who had just tasted the sweetness of addiction.

He's still addicted to drugs, and he wants another shot.

"Si Yimian".

"Um?"

Her voice was muffled and muffled, muffled from inside the pillow.

"One more time."