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

As dawn approached, Si Yimian was awakened by thirst.

My throat felt like it had been sprinkled with sand; it was so dry it was practically smoking.

She groggily got up to find water, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs went weak and she almost knelt on the carpet.

A hand reached out from behind and pulled her back around the waist.

My back bumped into a burning hot chest.

Where to go?

He Sichen's voice was hoarse from just waking up, and it was incredibly sexy.

"Drink water."

Her voice was hoarse, sticky and mushy, trying to penetrate people's ears.

He Sichen closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

He tightened his arms around her and pulled her closer.

"Lie down."

"oh."

Si Yimian obediently shrank back.

He Sichen pulled his arm away from her waist, the blanket rustled twice, and the mattress felt light.

He got up.

Si Yimian nestled in the blankets, only her eyes showing, watching him put on a pair of pajamas and walk downstairs.

His back was upright, and his shoulder line was smooth.

She couldn't help but think that the abs she saw last night must have felt really good.

A short while later, he returned with a glass.

The water was still warm, just right for drinking.

He knelt on one knee by the bed, put his arm behind her neck, and helped her up.

"drink."

Si Yimian took his hand and gulped down more than half a cup.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and a drop of water slid down his chin.

He Sichen raised his thumb and wiped it away.

His fingertips brushed against her chin, sending a slight shiver down her spine.

"Want more?"

"No, I don't want it."

She shook her head and fell back into the pillow.

"What time is it?"

"6:10."

Si Yimian closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again.

"Time to get up, or we'll miss the 7 a.m. shift."

She pretended to lift the blanket, but He Sichen pressed it back down.

"Go back to sleep."

"no."

Si Yimian opened her eyes, her face serious.

"Dr. He said that being late will result in a two-point deduction."

He Sichen looked down at her; she was all soft and fluffy, still thinking about her assessment score.

"I'll arrange a day off for you."

"I'm off today, I don't need to go."

Si Yimian: "Dr. He, you are abusing your power for personal gain."

"Um."

He answered without changing his expression, then pulled the blanket over her and wrapped her up like a silkworm cocoon.

"sleep."

Si Yimian poked her head out from under the covers, still trying to struggle.

He Sichen placed his hand down and covered her eyes.

"Close your eyes."

Si Yimian curled her lips into a smile in the darkness, turned over, and turned her back to him.

Within a minute, his breathing became long and even.

……

When Si Yimian opened her eyes again, sunlight was already streaming in through the gaps in the curtains.

She picked up her phone and glanced at it.

10.0 points awarded.

She stared at the screen for a moment, stunned.

I actually slept until 10 o'clock.

This seems to be the deepest sleep I've had since transmigrating into the book.

She struggled to turn over and opened WeChat.

A red dot appeared on He Nanxian's profile picture, indicating three messages and two voice calls.

The last text message was sent at 1:02 AM.

It was during the most intense time she and He Sichen were upstairs.

[Mianmian, are you home yet? Did your brother give you any trouble?]

Si Yimian stared at the message, a slight smile curving her lips.

It's quite a difficult situation.

Her legs are still weak.

I slept well last night, nothing's wrong, don't worry, Brother Nanxian.

Concise, perfunctory, and devoid of any information.

After sending the message, she put her phone face down on the bedside table, lifted the covers, and sat up.

The blanket slipped down, revealing her shoulders and collarbone.

My lower back aches as if I've been beaten up.

She looked down and saw that her collarbone was covered with marks of varying depths, and gasped.

I mentally gave He Sichen's masterpiece a high score.

This man has an incredibly strong learning ability.

New players start at max level in the beginner village.

A new set of clothes was folded on the bench at the foot of the bed, and the size was accurate from the inside out.

The bra is a French triangle cup style, off-white, with lace trim.

She wore a cream-colored dress over it, with a bow tie at the neckline and the waistline cinched at just the right position.

There was also a pair of flat shoes next to it, made of soft leather, so they wouldn't rub your feet.

This man is really meticulous in his work.

After changing her clothes and washing up, she went downstairs and smelled the aroma of food halfway down the stairs.

The long table in the restaurant was covered with plates.

Shrimp roe wontons, chicken congee, freshly baked croissants, fried eggs, and fruit salad.

Seven or eight white porcelain steamers were stacked together, with wisps of steam rising upwards.

He Sichen sat at one end of the dining table, holding a mobile phone in his hand, with a cup of black coffee in front of him.

He had already changed his clothes; he was wearing a dark gray shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of his lean wrist.

Hearing the noise, he looked up at her.

Si Yimian stood at the top of the stairs, her cream-colored dress perfectly covering all the traces she had left behind last night.

Her hair wasn't tied up, hanging down her shoulders, and her cheeks still had the pinkness of someone who had just woken up.

Innocent, clean, and completely unaware of how alluring she is.

He lowered his eyes and took a sip of coffee.

"Come and eat."

Si Yimian walked over and sat down, picked up a croissant, took a bite, and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"tasty."

"Dr. He, did you do all of this?"

"I can't cook."

He Sichen put down his phone and pushed the shrimp wontons towards her.

"It was arranged by the housekeeper."

Si Yimian paused in her bite of the croissant and looked up at him.

"Butler? What time did you arrive? Did you see me?"

"You're still sleeping."

"The housekeeper brought the chef over, prepared the food, and left without going upstairs."

Si Yimian breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a spoon, scooped up some wontons, and fed them to her.

"That's good."

He Sichen glanced at her and suddenly spoke.

"Afraid of being seen?"

With food in her mouth, Si Yimian mumbled an "Mmm".

"Our relationship is not easy to explain if word gets out."

He Sichen lowered his eyes, his fingertips tracing the rim of the coffee cup.

"What's the relationship?"

Si Yimian thought for a moment.

"Superior/subordinate? Partner?"

She paused, then added another one.

"gun……"

"Si Yimian".

He interrupted her, his tone becoming more serious.

Si Yimian obediently shut her mouth and continued eating her wontons.

The restaurant fell silent for a moment.

He Sichen put down his coffee cup and suddenly spoke.

"What happened last night was my fault."

Si Yimian paused, her hand holding the spoon still.

Yo.

He came to apologize with thorns on his back.

"What did Dr. He do wrong?"

"I couldn't control it."

His voice was low and hoarse.

"The responsibility lies with me, it has nothing to do with you."

"If what happened last night made you uncomfortable, or you regret it..."

Si Yimian almost burst out laughing.

A 30-year-old man should talk to her about responsibility after the deed is done.

It had a strong sense of ceremony.

She looked up and met his light-colored pupils.

There was no perfunctory attitude, no shirking of responsibility, only a clear-headed commitment to accountability.

She put down her spoon, wiped her mouth, and continued his words.

"Dr. He, this isn't popular anymore."

"Last night was my own choice, you don't need to take responsibility or respond."

"We're all adults, it's a matter of mutual consent, there's no need to make a big deal out of it."

She paused, then smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Afterwards, you will still be you, and I will still be me."

"The neighbor across the hall lives here, but work continues."

"What does Dr. He think?"