After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Lin Siyan's good mood only lasted a few hours.

Late at night, only a bedside lamp was lit in Lin Siyan's bedroom in Palm Springs.

Chen Xinyi leaned against the headboard, and Lin Siyan nestled in her arms. The two of them had been quietly like this for a long time.

Lin Siyan buried her face in Chen Xinyi's neck, inhaling the sweet, milky scent of her shower gel.

It felt like I was soaking in warm water, and every pore opened up.

Then Chen Xinyi suddenly spoke up.

"Siyan, how did you feel in the media room today?"

Lin Siyan's body stiffened for a moment.

She buried her face deeper into Chen Xinyi's neck, her voice muffled: "How does it feel?"

"Don't play dumb. I'm asking... my brother... are you comfortable?"

Lin Siyan fell silent.

The tips of her ears changed from off-white to light pink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then from light pink to deep red.

"Siyan, do you know what I like most about you?"

Chen Xinyi gently traced circles on Lin Siyan's back with her fingers. "I love your honesty the most. I'm so glad you sent me the video. But I don't want to just watch the video anymore."

Lin Siyan lifted her head from the crook of her neck and met those peach blossom eyes.

Chen Xinyi's eyes lacked their usual mischievousness and cunning; instead, they held a serious light, as if she were planning for the future.

"I want to see it live."

Lin Siyan's brain went blank for several tens of seconds.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, and after a long while, she finally found her voice: "You...you mean..."

Yes. Right now. Right here.

Chen Xinyi gently pushed her out of her arms, then turned and called out towards the door, "Brother, come in."

The door opened.

Wei Yi stood at the door, wearing a gray hoodie, his hair a little messy, with that smile on his lips that Lin Siyan always wanted to punch him for.

He leaned against the door frame, his gaze shifting from Chen Xinyi to Lin Siyan, and then back again.

"Sis, did you call me?"

"Come in and close the door."

Wei Yi closed the door and walked to the bedside.

Lin Siyan subconsciously pulled the blanket up to her chin and shrank back towards the head of the bed.

She looked at Wei Yi, then at Chen Xinyi.

For the first time, a look of near panic appeared in those usually aloof eyes.

"Xinyi, I can't... I... he..."

"You didn't seem to be enjoying yourself much in your video from this evening."

"I...I was just trying to make you happy, I was just acting."

"You didn't study at the Beijing Film Academy, so how can your acting be that good? You must have enjoyed it to some extent."

"I...I..."

"Stop with the 'you' and 'me'. There's no time like the present."

Chen Xinyi tilted her head to look at her, her tone light as if they were discussing what to eat tomorrow, "I saw you were really into filming. How did you feel when he touched you? Don't lie, I saw your expression in the video."

Lin Siyan opened her mouth, trying to find an excuse, but found she couldn't.

He wanted to retort, but realized he didn't know how to argue with Chen Xinyi.

She tried to run away, but found that her hand was being held firmly by Chen Xinyi.

"I did that... I did it to make you happy..."

"Then you should continue to make me happy."

Chen Xinyi pulled her from the head of the bed and pushed her in front of Wei Yi.

Lin Siyan stumbled and bumped into Wei Yi's arms, where his hands naturally supported her waist.

She looked up and glared at him, trying to push him away, but found that her hands were pressed against his chest and she couldn't move him.

"Xinyi..."

She turned around, her tone carrying a very faint hint that only Chen Xinyi could understand.

That's not resistance.

Rather, it's a kind of coquettish act, a struggle on the verge of surrender.

"Siyan, I want to see."

Chen Xinyi leaned against the headboard, her peach blossom eyes sparkling. "I really want to see, but you won't let me?"

Lin Siyan looked into her eyes, her throat felt tight, and she couldn't speak.

Her biggest weakness in this life is Chen Xinyi.

When Chen Xinyi is happy, she is happy; when Chen Xinyi is disappointed, she feels like the sky has fallen.

Now, Chen Xinyi leaned against the headboard, looking at her with expectant eyes.

She couldn't possibly say "no" under that look.

She resignedly lowered her head and buried her face in Wei Yi's chest.

His voice was muffled, carrying a hint of resigned resentment.

"...This time then."

Chen Xinyi's eyes lit up, and she exchanged a glance with Wei Yi.

The two exchanged a knowing smile.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say," Chen Xinyi said softly.

Her almond-shaped eyes shone brightly in the dim light, like an audience member sitting in the middle of the front row, eagerly waiting for the curtain to rise.

What happened next.

Looking back, Lin Siyan felt that the strongest sensation throughout the process was neither pain nor comfort.

It was Chen Xinyi's gaze that was fixed on her.

That gaze remained fixed on her the entire time, never leaving her for even a second.

Whenever she wanted to back down, she would catch a glimpse of Chen Xinyi's bright, almond-shaped eyes out of the corner of her eye.

Then she would grit her teeth and keep going.

Occasionally, a very faint nasal sound would escape, which she would immediately cover her mouth with.

But she couldn't suppress her body's instinctive reaction.

At one point, she suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look at Chen Xinyi.

Chen Xinyi was no longer leaning against the headboard, but leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees, propping her chin up, and staring intently at her.

The moment their eyes met, Chen Xinyi smiled at her.

That smile was so bright and warm, like the spring sun shining on a lake.

Then Lin Siyan couldn't close her eyes anymore.

She dared not look at Chen Xinyi anymore, but her shadow was everywhere in her peripheral vision.

The hand she rested on her chin, her slightly forward-leaning body, the upturned corners of her mouth.

All these images, when layered together, make Lin Siyan's body much more honest than she is.

Under Chen Xinyi's gaze, she experienced that feeling for the first time.

After a long while, everything fell silent.

Lin Siyan lay face down on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her hair scattered all over the pillow.

She didn't cry.

She just lay there quietly, like a cat that had been stroked too many times and had completely given up resisting.

Wei Yi leaned against her, one hand resting on her lower back, stroking her spine casually.

Chen Xinyi moved over from the other side of the bed, looked down at Lin Siyan's half-face buried in the pillow, and reached out to tuck the hair that was scattered on her cheek behind her ear.

"You said you didn't like it. Your expression just now was a hundred times better than when we filmed the video this afternoon."

Lin Siyan turned her head to the other side and refused to look at her.

But her ears turned red again.

Chen Xinyi smiled and kissed her forehead, then turned around and patted Wei Yi on the shoulder.

"Brother, go next door and find Sister Shilin. She seems to have woken up just now; I heard her open and close the door. She probably came to eavesdrop but got scared and ran away. Go and comfort her."

Wei Yi kissed Chen Xinyi on the lips, then lowered his head to kiss the back of Lin Siyan's head, got out of bed, put on his pants, opened the door, and went out.

There were only two people left in the master bedroom.

Chen Xinyi lay down and wrapped her arms around Lin Siyan's waist from behind, pressing her face against Lin Siyan's back.

"Siyan, you don't need to film anymore. I want to see it live. You like it, he likes it, and I like it too."

She paused, then chuckled softly, "Best friends forever. I wasn't lying, was I?"

Lin Siyan didn't answer. But she turned over and buried her face in Chen Xinyi's arms.