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

Si Yimian was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Her dimples were sunken, and her sweetness was almost cloying.

"So you saw it?" Si Yimian asked.

Behind He Sichen's glasses, his eyes were dark and deep.

He didn't answer.

Si Yimian suddenly smiled, pressed her palm against the throbbing pulse on the inside of his wrist, and took his hand off her chin.

Then she turned his hand over so that his palm was facing up.

She inserted her five fingers between his fingers and clasped them together.

"here."

She pointed to her wrist.

"He gripped it so tightly, it's all red."

Her voice softened, with the last syllable lingering.

"It hurts so much."

He Sichen looked down at her wrist resting in his palm.

There were indeed a few light red marks on her skin, which made her wrists look as thin as a lotus root.

He didn't grasp it immediately; he paused for two seconds before slowly closing his fingers.

"Si Yimian".

"Um?"

"Did your hand hurt after you hit someone in the pool today?"

Si Yimian's hand froze for a moment, and her eyes widened.

He saw it.

I saw it all.

He was also present when she slapped Qin Enyu and Si Ningyou at the banquet.

Si Yimian remained silent for a moment.

My mind raced, trying to recall how many times I'd been skinned alive in front of him.

The final conclusion was that not even underwear was left.

She thought her performance was flawless, but one audience member watched it from beginning to end.

Si Yimian didn't pull her hand away; instead, she pushed it forward a little.

"Dr. He, how much more did you see?"

He Sichen didn't answer, but gently pressed his fingertips against the red mark on her wrist.

The pressure was very light, like palpation.

"From the moment you took off your shoes to the moment you pushed the person into the water, I saw it all."

"Then aren't you going to come down and help?"

"You're having a lot of fun, you don't need any outside help."

His eyes held a calm indulgence, and his tone was indifferent.

"Besides, if I go down, won't you just be throwing away your bait for nothing?"

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

She suddenly remembered something.

"Dr. He, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Light the sky lantern."

She shook the Canglan bracelet on her wrist.

"Although it was Siyue who raised the pawn, you paid for it."

"Seventy million, and he didn't even flinch."

She reached out, hooked her fingertips around his tie, and gently tugged it down.

He Sichen was forced to lower his head, his eyelashes drooping, his breath mingling with hers.

She leaned in and her lips touched the corner of his lips.

"Thank you, Dr. He, for covering for me."

"This is a reward."

It was as light as touching the surface of water with the tip of a feather, the ripples spreading out and then receding.

Then she planned to go back.

The lake in his eyes cracked open.

Just a moment.

The next second, her back slammed into the leather seat, and someone else had already pressed down on her.

One hand rested on her ear, while the other hand gripped her waist, through a thin layer of fabric.

He tightened his grip, lifting her up until her waistline pressed against him, fitting her perfectly.

With his other hand, he reached behind her neck, supporting the back of her head, his fingertips digging into her hair roots.

A burst of white noise exploded in Si Yimian's mind.

She gripped the front of his shirt with her fingers, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

He didn't give her time to make a judgment.

The kiss slid from the lips to the corner of the mouth, then back again, deeper and more urgent.

She could taste the lingering champagne flavor on his lips, and beneath it, the cool aura that belonged to him.

As they kissed, he bit her lower lip.

"hiss……"

She groaned, and he released her, pressing his forehead against hers, their noses rubbing together.

He Sichen held her lower lip in his mouth, his breath hot, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Next time he touches you, kick him in the groin."

Si Yimian was panting, then laughed so hard her whole body was shaking.

"Dr. He, what if your own brother kicked it and broke it?"

"You are instigating intentional injury."

He Sichen wiped a little moisture from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

"I'll teach you how to defend yourself."

"He grabbed my wrist, but kicking my groin is excessive self-defense."

His eyelashes drooped, and his Adam's apple slowly dropped once.

"Then that's excessive. I'll help you with the lawsuit."

Si Yimian looked at his Adam's apple, which hadn't completely disappeared.

"Dr. He, how long did you hold back before you kissed me?"

"Not long after."

"How long is 'not long'?"

"From the corridor."

He finished speaking and then blocked the road again.

His kiss was quite forceful, igniting the pent-up frustration he'd been suppressing all the way.

Si Yimian's breath was so strong that it made her ears burn.

He endured the moment he saw He Nanxian pinning her against the wall in the corridor until they got into the car, and until she took the initiative to kiss him.

Is this the adult version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?

Outside the car window, the city lights flashed by one by one.

The back seat partition was raised, and the driver kept his eyes straight ahead.

No one could see what happened in the back seat.

Only the occasional faint sounds escaped, swallowed up by the sound of the air conditioner.

The car passed the last red light and turned into the underground parking garage of Guanlan Yipin.

He Sichen raised his head, his breathing heavy.

He reached out and brushed his thumb across the corner of her mouth.

"arrive."

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

"So fast?"

"Um."

He sat up straight, straightened his shirt collar, opened the car door, and stepped out first.

Si Yimian sat in the car, watching his tall and straight back.

My legs feel a little weak.

She took a deep breath, lifted her skirt, and climbed out of the car.

He Sichen was already standing at the elevator entrance, his finger pressing the open button.

She walked over and stood beside him.

The elevator doors closed, and two people were reflected in the mirror.

One was impeccably dressed, the other had a wrinkled skirt.

Si Yimian stared at the top button of his shirt collar, a cold smile playing on her lips.

dog man.

He wasn't like this chaste and virtuous man during the half hour he was in the car.

She bit her fingers without making a sound the whole time, and her nails were almost completely bitten off.

The elevator doors opened, and He Sichen stepped out first.

Si Yimian followed behind, watching his straight back walk to the door of 2701 and stop.

He was unlocking the fingerprint lock, his movements unhurried and deliberate, just like when he usually goes home after get off work.

Si Yimian stood in the corridor, staring at the back of his head, a line of words popping into her mind.

Does this person not know what they just did in the car?

He served her all this way, and now he's pretending to have amnesia?

He's a wolf in the car, but turns into a sheep at his doorstep.

Does the car wind up automatically unwind the moment the door closes?

A man's mouth, a liar.

Oh no, he wasn't lying, his mouth was just busy.

So be it, being a coward doesn't really fit his persona.

Anyway, she was exhausted today. She had fought two people in the pool and been dealt with by one person in the car. Her stamina was completely depleted.

She pouted and turned to drive 2702.

The moment my finger touched the fingerprint lock's sensor area, my wrist was gripped tightly.

Suddenly someone grabbed my lower back, and I was lifted into the air and spun around halfway.

Si Yimian staggered half a step and bumped her back against the door.

The door to room 2701 closed behind her, the sound of the lock clicking crisply.

The motion sensor light wasn't on yet; in the darkness, only two breaths mingled together.

His breathing was heavy, her breathing rapid and shallow.

"Crane... um..."

He blocked it.

It's different from a kiss in a car.

The fire inside the car, which had been simmering all the way, was now being ignited; now it's been doused with oil.

He supported himself on one side of her ear with one hand, and held the back of her head with the other, lifting her head up and kissing her deeply and fiercely.

Si Yimian's back was pressed against the cool wall, while his burning chest was in front of her. The combination of hot and cold made her brain overload.

She gripped the front of his shirt with her fingers, twisting the fabric into a crumpled mess.

As he kissed her, he pressed his knee between her legs, pushing her a little further against the wall.

Si Yimian turned her head and gasped for breath, her voice breaking in her throat.

"Dr. He, I haven't taken my medicine yet."