After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

In the home theater.

When Director Lin asked him to take off his clothes.

Wei Yi raised an eyebrow but didn't move. "Didn't you say you were in charge?"

Lin Siyan gritted her teeth, reached out and grabbed the hem of his hoodie, pulling it up.

Her fingers visibly trembled when they touched his abs, but she immediately bit her lip and continued.

The hoodie was taken off and thrown on the carpet.

Her hand hovered in front of his chest, her fingers trembling slightly, unsure of where to put it next.

"Continue. You do your thing, I'll cooperate." Wei Yi's voice was very soft, without any teasing in his tone, but rather like a patient instruction.

Lin Siyan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then she opened her eyes, reached out and grabbed his wrist, pushing him to sit down on the beanbag chair.

She straddled him, her legs spread across his waist.

This position caused the hem of her nightgown to slide up quite a bit, revealing her fair thighs.

She didn't bother to pull at her skirt; she just looked down at him, her breathing noticeably more rapid than before.

Then she took his hand, closed her eyes briefly as if making a major decision, and then brought his hand to her chest.

The nightgown was so thin that he could feel the temperature of her skin.

Through the thin cotton cloth, her body trembled slightly, her fingers pressing on the back of his hand with such force that her nails almost dug into his flesh.

"You can move." Her voice was extremely low, as if she were giving herself a command, "but you are not allowed to speak."

Wei Yi remained silent.

He was very obedient, so he grabbed it.

The force was neither too strong nor too weak.

Lin Siyan's body visibly trembled, her lips pressed into a thin line, and she tried hard to control herself from making a sound.

But the undulations under his collarbone became more and more obvious, and the grip on his shoulders became stronger and stronger.

The phone on the coffee table is flashing a red light.

The whole process lasted about seven or eight minutes.

Wei Yi didn't speak at all, but simply followed her rhythm.

Lin Siyan was in control the whole time. She held his wrist and adjusted the angle, occasionally stopping to check the composition of the picture on the phone screen to make sure that the lighting and angle met her requirements.

She was like an extremely serious director, making a movie that was only meant for one person.

But directors are human too.

Halfway through the shoot, she suddenly leaned against his chest, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and breathed rapidly and erratically.

His hand remained in the same place, but her body was trembling slightly.

Then she rolled off him and sat on the edge of the sofa, her back to him.

Her nightgown strap slipped down a bit and dangled on her arm, but she didn't pull it back up.

She reached for her phone on the coffee table, made sure the recording was still going on, then put the phone back on its place and turned around to face him again.

Her eyes were slightly red, but there were no tears in them, only something deeper, something she herself might not be able to understand.

"That last shot wasn't filmed well. My hair was covering my face, so Xinyi couldn't see my expression. Let's do it again."

This time, she chose to lean against a corner of the sofa, turn to the side facing the camera, and pull down one of the straps of her nightgown, letting the nightgown slip down halfway.

Then she took Wei Yi's hand and led him over.

Looking back, the quality of this video was indeed significantly higher than the previous one.

In every aspect.

It didn't take long, about five minutes.

When it was over, she leaned back on the sofa, breathing softly.

After a long silence, she got up, straightened her nightgown, picked up her phone, and squatted in the corner to start editing.

She cut out the initial haggling conversation, adjusted the screen brightness, and made sure her face was clearly visible from every angle.

And her expression.

When the video was sent out, Lin Siyan was still squatting in the corner of the media room, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her face.

She compressed and edited the video, then opened the chat window with Chen Xinyi, her finger hovering over the send button for a long time.

Her fingers remained suspended for several minutes.

Then she closed her eyes and pressed down.

The moment the video was sent, her heart felt like it was being squeezed, pounding painfully.

She crouched in the corner, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms, unable to look at the screen.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

My phone vibrated.

She dared not look.

After three or four seconds, he finally lifted his head from his arms and squinted at the screen with one eye.

Chen Xinyi replied. This time it wasn't "Great!" or "Thank you, Siyan," nor any of the standard replies she had envisioned that could be included in the "Chen Xinyi's Excited Response Template."

Instead, it was three consecutive voice messages.

First comment: "Siyan, you're so amazing!!! I'm so happy!! You're such a good sister! I love you to death! My husband is your husband! You're so wonderful, Siyan!"

Second point: "I can tell you're enjoying it. That's great. I wish you could be like that with him, that would make me even happier!"

The third one: "Come sleep in my room tonight. I want to hug you."

Lin Siyan listened to these three messages over and over again.

Then she pressed the phone screen to her chest, leaned back, and slumped against the wall.

Her heart was still pounding, but it wasn't the same tension she felt from before when someone was holding her hand.

Instead, it was something fuller, hotter, and more expansive, like a flower bud that had been doused with hot water and suddenly burst open.

She was holding her phone, leaning against the wall of the media room, when she suddenly chuckled.

Wei Yi was a little scared by that laughter and that manner.

Because it wasn't her usual faint, polite, fleeting smile.

It was a kind of laughter that welled up from the depths of his chest and couldn't be suppressed.

She tried to stifle her laughter by covering her mouth with the back of her hand, but it still leaked out through her fingers, a series of laughs like the sound of a shaken soda bottle having its cap unscrewed.

Crying and laughing were mixed together; tears streamed down her fingers, but the corners of her mouth were turned up so high that she couldn't suppress them.

Wei Yi had already put on a hoodie and was leaning back on the beanbag chair.

He looked at the woman in the corner who was both crying and laughing, and couldn't help but chuckle as well.

But seeing the smile on his lips, Lin Siyan didn't argue with him. Instead, she raised her chin at him, her voice carrying a confidence she had never had before.

"What are you looking at? Xinyi said she loves me."

"I heard her. She also said she wanted to hold you while you slept tonight."

"Yes. So you'll be sleeping in the master bedroom by yourself tonight. I won't let you." She put her phone back in her nightgown pocket, stood up, tidied her hair, and then walked towards the door with her head held high.

She paused as she passed the beanbag chair, glanced down at Wei Yi for about two or three seconds, and then threw her light gray cardigan in his face.

"It was just for filming a video. Don't overthink it."

"So, the conditions you promised me earlier still stand, right?"

Lin Siyan frowned, gritted her teeth, and said, "It's a deal."

I want to kiss you now, just on the lips.

Lin Siyan took a deep breath.

"Sure, but you have to take pictures."

"OK."

she left.

He left with the video of their second kiss.

The sound of slippers slapping on the stairs echoed in the hallway, more than twice as fast as usual, like the rhythm of some cheerful drumbeat.

Wei Yi lazily raised his hand, picked up the cardigan beside him, and sniffed it.

So fragrant.

The scent on Lin Siyan.

Like her, she is aloof and indifferent, but you can become addicted to her scent after a while.

It was almost nine o'clock when Jin Shilin returned.

She changed into slippers and went upstairs. She pushed open the master bedroom door to report to Chen Xinyi on the progress of the renovation of Tian Bingbing's new store, only to find the master bedroom empty.

She paused for a moment, then turned to push open the door to her own room, which was also empty.

Finally, she found the person in Lin Siyan's room.

The door wasn't closed properly; there was a crack.

Jin Shilin peeked through the crack in the door and froze.

Chen Xinyi leaned against the headboard, and Lin Siyan nestled in her arms. The two of them were so close that they looked like two cats sleeping together.

Chen Xinyi had one arm around Lin Siyan's waist and the other hand smoothing her hair.

Lin Siyan buried her face in Chen Xinyi's neck, her lips curving into a smile that Jin Shilin had never seen before.

Jin Shilin silently closed the door and turned to walk downstairs.

As she reached the stairwell, she took out her phone and sent Wei Yi a WeChat message: "Your sister and Siyan are sleeping in each other's arms. Siyan is laughing. She's actually laughing. I've known her for two years, and this is the first time I've seen her laugh like a fox who's just stolen a chicken. What happened?"

Wei Yi replied instantly: "Perhaps he has found the meaning of life."

Jin Shilin stared at the line of text for several seconds before replying with a single word: "Huh?"

Then she shrugged, put her phone back in her pocket, and decided to ignore it.

Anyway, there's no normal person in this family.