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

The photo was taken from the southeast corner of the study, at an angle that perfectly covers the entire desk.

First, there are empty shots: bookshelves, tea tables, and pen holders.

He Nanxian dragged the progress bar and jumped directly to after dinner.

The older brother walked in, sat down at the desk, and turned on the computer.

An hour later, the door opened again.

Si Yimian walked in.

He Nanxian zoomed in on the image.

She stood in front of the desk, holding a folder in her hand, and said something.

The two people are separated by a desk; that's normal and safe.

Then He Sichen began to write, and Si Yimian practiced writing beside him.

From here on, the art style changed.

Si Yimian stood up and shoved the pen into his hand.

The distance shrank from one meter to half a meter, and from half a meter to two fists.

He Nanxian tightened his grip on the mouse.

The video continues to play.

The older brother put down his pen, stood up, and walked around behind her.

In the video, he is standing to her left and behind, with his right hand reaching over her shoulder.

The posture was like teaching someone to write, and the distance was like embracing.

He Nanxian paused the image and zoomed in.

The front of the older brother's shirt clung to Mianmian's back.

There are two layers of fabric, with no gaps.

He stared at the screen for a few seconds, then continued playing.

The next few minutes are crucial.

In the scene, Mianmian suddenly sat on her older brother's lap.

Then the older brother put his arm around her waist.

He Nanxian thought he was seeing things and closed his eyes.

Open your eyes again.

In the video, the two are already kissing.

Then the inkstone overturned, the Xuan paper crumpled, the brush rolled into the crack of the table, and ink splattered on the gold-flecked paper.

So that's how those crumpled Xuan papers and those ink stains splattered everywhere came about.

He removed his fingers from the mouse and placed them on the table.

Slowly curl your five fingers into a fist.

The joints cracked.

His eldest brother was the most law-abiding member of the He family, the one who always stood on moral high ground looking down on everyone else.

He didn't recognize the people in the video.

The He Sichen he knew was a person who had self-control ingrained in his very bones.

He was someone who never got close to women; no matter how many girls his mother arranged to be sent to him, they were all turned away.

He thought his brother was naturally aloof, that he had poured all his passion into the scalpel.

I thought He Sichen would never make an exception for anyone in his life.

Now he has not only broken the rules, but also utterly shattered them.

The person who made He Sichen make an exception was his marriage partner!

The video continues.

He instinctively wanted to find an excuse.

Perhaps she was forced into it.

It was He Sichen who, relying on his age, experience, and numerous methods, coerced and lured Si Yimian.

She's too young to refuse.

But the next second, in the scene, Si Yimian sat on He Sichen's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and took the initiative to look up and kiss him.

The movements were fluid and graceful, clearly not the first time.

He tried to find a trace of reluctance or hesitation in it, but found none at all.

She was even trying to imitate his rhythm, awkwardly but earnestly.

The people in the picture are proactive and engaged.

The way she looked in He Sichen's arms was relaxed, flamboyant, and even aggressive.

Like a flower that has finally found the right soil, its petals have fully unfolded.

It was even more vibrant than any moment he had ever seen.

He could no longer deceive himself.

The way these two kissed in the study looked like they had stolen the sweetest candy in the world.

Neither of them is innocent.

This is not the Si Yimian he knows.

The Si Yimian he knew spoke softly and gently, her ears would turn red when teased, and she seemed to have exhausted all her courage just to look at him.

She was always quiet and obedient in his presence, like a cup of warm water.

Do not take initiative, do not ask for anything, and do not refuse anything.

She accepts whatever he gives her, and doesn't want anything he doesn't give her.

He always felt that she was dependent on him, like a fledgling girl's feelings for the first person who showed her kindness.

It wasn't until he saw this scene today that he realized he had never really known her.

He sat in front of the computer, the progress bar went to the bottom, and the screen went dark.

The only sounds in the room were the sound of rain and the blinking green light of the monitor's standby light.

It turned out that this scene was unfolding inside when he went upstairs.

The last piece of the puzzle in my mind fit perfectly.

The pain was so intense that he wanted to burn the puzzle.

He Nanxian suddenly stood up.

The chair slid backward and bumped against the edge of the bed with a dull thud.

He didn't know where he was going, and by the time he realized it, he was already standing outside Si Yimian's door.

He raised his hand, his knuckles hovering three centimeters in front of the door.

He wanted to knock on the door and ask for clarification.

I want to ask her when she started, what her older brother does better than her, and what she herself doesn't do well enough!

Then he heard the most jarring sound of his life.

No matter how good the soundproofing is, it can't block out the kind of sound that makes your blood rush to your head.

The noise coming from inside was quite loud; it could be heard clearly even through a door.

is her.

But she doesn't quite resemble her.

Normally, his voice is as smooth as glutinous rice balls, but now his throat feels like it's been kneaded, sticky and broken into short, breathy sounds.

Occasionally, the word "crane" would utter indistinctly, its final syllable rising, as if pleading or beckoning.

He Nanxian's hand froze in mid-air.

He heard another voice.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a satisfied languor, soothing her.

"Be good, just bear with it."

The sounds and the images in my mind were like two knives piercing my chest.

The words He Sichen said at the dinner table were all very high-sounding and dignified.

To deal with Si Ningyou properly, we must show sincerity and act with integrity.

Every word he uttered was based on family tradition and rules, leaving everyone speechless.

As a result, he acted like a saint at the dinner table but like a beast in the bedroom.

It turns out that making him clean up was a pretense; the real purpose was to get Si Yimian into his own bed.

He and Si Yimian have known each other for eight years.

Over the course of eight years, he remained respectful and never even held hands with her.

The girl he carefully protected ended up being taken advantage of by his older brother behind his back.

In less than a month, He Sichen transformed her into a different person.

He Nanxian stood in the darkness, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and the veins on the back of his hands stood out.

The anger of being fooled exploded in his veins.

He was insanely jealous.

I'm so jealous I want to kick this door open and tear the person inside to pieces.

But he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

He took a step back, then another.

It took me three minutes to walk here and ten minutes to walk back.

……

in the room.

Si Yimian was unaware that someone was standing outside, nor did she have time to know.

She was busy fighting her vocal cords.

He Sichen has a problem with this kind of thing; he doesn't like her biting her lips or her fingers.

So every time, he would pry her hands open and press them onto the pillow, and then escalate the abuse.

"He Sichen..."

"We're in the old house... so brazenly..."

Aren't you afraid of being discovered?

He Sichen finally raised his head and looked down at her.

The light from the wall lamp shattered into a small, warm yellow hue in his eyes, reflecting her flushed face in his pupils.

"Perhaps someone has already discovered it."