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

Si Yimian asked directly, her eyes wide and round.

He Sichen glanced down at the finger she was sticking out of her belt buckle, and then answered with his actions.

He didn't loosen his grip on the back of her neck, and his other hand had already reached for the tie on the side of her loungewear.

With a fingertip hooking one end, and a gentle pull, the milky white cotton fabric hung loosely on the shoulder, the neckline slipping open by half a palm's width, revealing the collarbone.

Si Yimian took a half step back, panting, her heel kicking the coat that had fallen to the ground. She stumbled, but he pulled her back and pressed her back onto the entryway cabinet.

She was completely trapped between his arms and the cabinet door, with no way to move forward or backward.

Are you in a hurry today?

"Hurry up."

He lifted her up by her legs and placed her on the entryway cabinet.

The counter was cold, and Si Yimian hissed, but the rest of her voice was muffled by him lowering his head.

The kiss rolled from the entryway into the living room, leaving the room utterly defeated.

Scattered on the ground, it resembled a chain of evidence from a crime scene.

He Sichen grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the sofa.

He was walking so fast that he pulled her back a couple of steps.

He didn't stop, but simply loosened his grip on her wrist and sat down on the sofa.

He lifted her up and spun her around halfway, letting her fall into his arms with her back to him, her lower back sinking into his thighs.

She was half-lying down, half-reclining, her face tilted upwards, her gaze upside down at his face as he looked down at her.

"Dr. He, you look very different today."

His free hand held hers, his fingers interlaced and pressed against her lower abdomen, his palm against the thin fabric.

"What's different?"

His voice was low and monotone.

"Even more urgent."

She bent her knees, her toes rubbing against the seam of his trousers, from her knees down to her calves.

"It feels like I've been holding it in the whole way."

He Sichen did not deny it. He loosened his tie, and dark gray silk slid down from his collar, wrapped twice around his palm.

Then, with one hand, he unbuttoned the top button of his white shirt.

One, two.

Two sharp shadows were etched into her collarbone.

Si Yimian rested her knees on the edge of the sofa and looked up at him.

From this angle, his Adam's apple rolled slowly just above his line of sight.

He took off his shirt, pushed her hands up, and pressed them against the top of the sofa back.

The posture elongated her figure, creating a taut curve in her waist and abdomen.

"He Sichen, aren't you being a bit unfair?"

"When you hooked your finger around my belt buckle, didn't you realize you were breaking the rules?"

She shut up.

He rested one hand on her ear, leaned down, his nose brushed against her neck, stopped below her earlobe, and took a breath.

"Don't bite."

She turned her head to avoid him, but his chin pressed down gently, rendering her unable to move.

"I won't bite."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and left a faint mark on the skin above her collarbone.

A hand slipped under her clothes and moved up her spine.

My palms were burning hot, and wherever they touched, it felt like a weak electric current was passing through them.

Si Yimian's waist went limp, and a soft, undisguised sound escaped from her throat.

"Bear with it."

He whispered a warning in her earlobe.

"I can't stand it..."

"Then don't bite your lip."

He Sichen leaned over her, his knees pressed into the gaps in the sofa, his shadow completely covering her.

"It's chewed up, how are we going to eat later?"

She was about to speak when his kiss landed on her lips.

The last bit of restraint in He Sichen's eyes vanished, and his kiss became fierce and urgent.

Like a torrential downpour that had been holding back all night, finally finding an outlet.

Si Yimian shrank back as he kissed her, her head hitting the armrest.

He Sichen paused for a moment, then grabbed a cushion from the side with one hand and tucked it under her head.

Then continue.

This guy was in such a rush during foreplay, like he was catching a high-speed train, that he could even spare a hand to put a pillow under her head.

Service awareness is ingrained in our DNA.

Her mind went blank, and she thought that he must have been provoked by He Nanxian tonight.

They usually pretend to be polite, but today they've even torn off that politeness.

Let's go straight to the intensity.

"Dr. He..."

"Don't speak."

He held her earlobe in his mouth, his breath so hot it made her shrink back.

"Save your breath."

Si Yimian: "..."

This line.

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Before she could finish complaining, her attention was forcibly stolen.

He Sichen is indeed different today.

He used to proceed step by step, paying attention to rhythm and feedback at every step.

Today's method is unorthodox.

They conquered cities and seized territories without any strategy or method.

Si Yimian dug her fingers into his shoulder, her nails turning white.

She rested her chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

I like you just the way you are.

He Sichen tilted his head and glanced at her.

"Do you like me like this?"

The next second she was flipped over.

Just as her knees slid off the edge of the sofa, he grabbed her hip and pulled her back.

The force was not restrained; the palm print will probably be bruised tomorrow.

Later, she twisted the pillow so much that it became deformed, and a small clump of filling squeezed out from the seam.

She stared at the ball of white cotton and felt that her brain looked pretty much like that.

Bulk.

This man seemed to have had a floodgate opened today, or perhaps he was venting something.

But she didn't lose out; fine chaff is fine chaff.

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Afterwards, he didn't get up to take a shower as usual.

He leaned against the other end of the sofa, pulled her over, and let her rest her head on his lap.

Si Yimian turned over and looked up at him.

"Not continuing?"

"Have a meal."

"Didn't you just say you didn't want to eat on the way?"

"You haven't eaten yet."

Si Yimian stared at the stubble sprouting on his chin.

I thought to myself, this isn't usually the case.

In the previous times, he would always exhaust her until her throat was parched before reluctantly stopping.

Sometimes, after winning the bid, they have to go back and do another round.

It only happened once today, and he stopped it on his own initiative.

He Sichen moved her head from his lap to the cushion, then got up and walked to the kitchen.

She sat up, pulled down the rumpled skirt, and stepped barefoot onto the carpet to find her slippers.

He had already gotten up and walked to the dining table, reopened the lid of the takeout container, and touched the bottom of the box with the back of his hand to test it.

It's cold.

"I'm going to the microwave..."

"Sit down."

He carried the lunchbox into the kitchen.

Soon the microwave started humming and spinning.

Si Yimian sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching his back.

She wasn't wearing a top, and her shoulder blades opened and closed with her movements.

The red marks on her back were fresh and warm; she had just scratched them.

She looked down at her fingernails.

Yes, it's time to cut it.

I looked up again at his back.

A man's sexiest moment isn't the few seconds he takes off his belt.

After finishing, she doesn't rush to leave; instead, she turns around and goes into the kitchen to heat up your food.

Si Yimian buried her face in the cushion and chuckled softly.

The male Bodhisattva also maintained a stable output today.

This meal, from the takeout box to the microwave and then to the table, took an hour and a half to prepare.

It cools down and then gets hot, then cools down again.

He Sichen returned with the heated lunchbox and laid it out on the table again.

The spiciness rose up, making her nose itch, and she sneezed slightly.

He looked up at her, didn't say anything, and pushed the tissue box towards her.

Si Yimian took a tissue, rubbed her nose, and sat down opposite.

She rested her chin on her hand.

That jerk, he's not in a good mood today.

But she didn't intend to ask.

Asking him is like poking a hole in the window; once you do, you're responsible for catching up on what he hasn't said to anyone in thirty years.

It's not worth it.

She chose to catch him in another way.

Neither of them mentioned He Nanxian.

That video and that phone call were both tacitly buried under the dinner table.

Like two blocks of ice thrown into hot water, they will never float to the surface if you don't stir them.

After finishing his meal, He Sichen got up to collect the bowls and took them into the kitchen.

After the water gushed for a while, he turned it off, shook the water off his hands, and went back to the living room.

"Go take a shower."

Si Yimian looked up at him with a blank expression.

"what?"

"I'll shower before bed..."

"Go now."

He Sichen raised his hand and took off his watch.

"After showering, let's continue."

"I only just started."