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

Si Yimian lifted her face from under the pillow and glanced at him.

Then he reached out, touched the empty box on the bedside table, and shook it.

"Dr. He, three."

"It's all used up."

He Sichen sat up in bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table.

He took out a brand new box from inside and placed it in front of her.

Si Yimian stared at the box, her eyes wide open.

"When did you prepare this?"

He Sichen lowered his eyes and unpacked the package.

"The housekeeper replenishes the villa regularly, ensuring a stockpile of essential supplies for unforeseen circumstances."

Si Yimian had only one thought in her mind.

Is this butler someone whom the God of Marriage retired and was rehired?

Why would a lifelong bachelor like him keep this thing at home?

"Does your housekeeper know something?"

He tore open the aluminum foil, looked down at her, and saw her blank face reflected in his light-colored pupils.

"The housekeeper doesn't know."

"But he has to anticipate the needs of his homeowner in advance."

"Tonight is just a last resort."

Si Yimian: "..."

She shrank back under the covers, leaving only her eyes showing.

He swallowed the rest of his words into a kiss.

She couldn't help but think of He Sichen, the character who was only briefly mentioned in the original work.

If readers knew what kind of person he was in private, the book review section would explode.

That night, the mountain wind filled the empty valley.

The night breeze blew in through the window, causing the gauze curtains to flutter.

They are like two trees, their roots intertwined, their branches stretching out independently.

He taught her to grow, and she taught him to fall in love.

Tonight was long, long enough for him to make up for everything he had missed over the past thirty years.

It's also very short, so short that it's never enough.

That night, Si Yimian only remembered two things.

The moon is very round.

He Sichen is a really capable person.

At four in the morning, Si Yimian finally couldn't hold on any longer.

She nestled in his arms, her eyelids heavy as if filled with lead.

"Dr. He, I can't go on."

"Um."

"It really can't go on."

"Um."

She closed her eyes, then opened them again.

"Carry me to take a bath."

"it is good."

He got up, scooped her out of bed, and carried her into the bathroom.

Si Yimian clung to him, her eyelids heavy as if filled with lead, her head slowly drooping.

"Don't sleep."

"I didn't sleep..."

Before she could finish speaking, her forehead bumped against his collarbone, her voice muffled by a nasal tone.

He Sichen looked down at her, and the corners of his mouth curved up for a moment.

As the hot water poured down, she kept her eyes closed the whole time, limp as if she had no bones, clinging to him and whimpering.

"Dr. He, you're so annoying."

"I'm so tired, and you're still washing me so carefully."

"Do you have severe mysophobia?"

He ignored her at the time, squeezed out some shower gel, lathered it up, and rubbed it all the way from her shoulders to her ankles.

She fell asleep while washing.

He Sichen looked at the soft little thing in his arms.

She's quite carefree.

This was the first time in his life he had ever given someone a bath, and the person he was bathing actually fell asleep.

After rinsing her clean, he wrapped her up in a bath towel like a little dumpling and carried her back to the bedroom.

As soon as Si Yimian's head hit the pillow, her eyelids started to droop.

He Sichen took a hairdryer out of the cabinet, plugged it in, put her head on his lap, and started drying her hair.

He usually just wipes her down with a towel, but today he actually had the patience to blow on her.

The hot wind was blowing, and his fingers ran through her wet hair.

Si Yimian completely gave up on waking up, her little face was pink from sleeping, her lips were slightly open, and her breathing was long and even.

He looked at it for a while, then stopped.

This woman is a bewitching enchantress when she's awake, and a witch when she's asleep.

He lowered his head, wanting to kiss her forehead.

I held back.

I'm afraid of waking you up.

I'm even more afraid that once I start kissing, I won't be able to stop.

He Sichen turned off the hairdryer and put it aside, and the room suddenly became quiet.

He gathered her hair, swept it to one side, revealing her peaceful sleeping face.

The lights were turned to their dimmest setting, casting a warm, yellowish glow on her face, her eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.

He leaned against the headboard and stared at her for a long time to make sure she was asleep.

Then he reached out, his fingertips brushing against her cheek, stopping at the corner of her lips.

"Truth or Dare tonight."

He suddenly spoke, his voice so low it was as if he were talking to himself.

"You said there was someone you liked there."

He paused, then pressed his fingertip against her lower lip.

"Who is it?"

Si Yimian's breathing was steady, and she remained motionless.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Only the sound of the night wind rustling the gauze curtains could be heard.

"Is it He Nanxian?"

When he asked the name, a sour feeling welled up in his mouth.

It was like biting into an unripe green plum, so sour it made your teeth ache.

He Sichen lowered his eyes and gave a self-deprecating smile.

crazy.

He actually asked her this while she was asleep.

He didn't know what he was expecting.

Even if she told him, would he believe her?

He took a deep breath and leaned back against the headboard.

Every single thing I did tonight felt like a violation of divine law.

He caught up with He Nanxian's car and snatched her from the passenger seat.

He took her up the mountain, carried her inside, and made love to her all night.

He has never done so many outrageous things before.

His sense of morality was his strongest armor; once the armor crumbled, all that remained inside was an ordinary man.

They may become jealous and lose control, and may want to possess things that do not belong to them.

He suddenly felt like a thief who had stolen something.

I stole all night, feeling both satisfied and guilty.

She was bound by her brother's name, bound by a marriage alliance between their two families.

And he, as the eldest brother, slept with his younger brother's arranged marriage partner.

If word got out, he wouldn't even be able to come up with a proper title for the relationship.

Lovers are not like lovers, and spouses are not like spouses.

If she regrets it tomorrow, he won't even have the right to try to stop her.

She never made him any promises from beginning to end.

He never even said he liked her.

Every time, it's him who loses control, and she's the one who tells him to stop.

He Sichen stared at the top of her head for a long time.

He slowly raised his hand and pulled the blanket up to cover her exposed shoulders.

Forget it.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Let him be a beast for a while tonight.

When dawn breaks, I'll be a human again.

He turned off the bedside lamp and lay down in the dark.

He had just closed his eyes when the soft, warm mass next to him rolled over, burying her face in his chest and wrapping her legs around his waist.

He sleeps in terrible posture, like an octopus.

He Sichen froze for a moment, then reached out and embraced her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Outside the window, the sky was gradually brightening.

The mountain mist drifted in, carrying the dampness of the morning dew.

He suddenly realized that the dampness in the mountains wasn't so bad after all.

Because she's here.

In the darkness, Si Yimian quietly opened one eye and glanced at him.

He had closed his eyes, his eyelashes drooping, and his brow bone looked like an undulating mountain ridge in the dim light.

She suppressed her smile and buried her face in the pillow.

Fool.

The question was asked so humbly that she almost couldn't help but answer.

The bedroom became completely quiet.

Only the mournful sound of the mountain wind blowing through the pine forest outside the window and the heartbeats of two hearts, each with its own unspoken thoughts.