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

Si Yimian steadied herself with the help of He Sichen's palm, her voice soft.

These words were spoken to him.

My hand was also given to him.

He Sichen's hand stiffened for a moment.

The girl's hands were small and completely sunk into his burning palms, like snowflakes falling into hot coals.

He instinctively tightened his knuckles and gripped it.

The force was just right, enough to support, yet not too intimate.

"Can you walk?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Then stop dawdling."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Sichen's earlobe caught fire, which spread all the way to his earlobe.

His white coat collar and black hair made him stand out conspicuously.

"Thank you, Dr. He."

Si Yimian saw this and her eyes curved into a smile.

This reaction is so innocent it's almost cute.

They can't even handle a little physical contact, let alone actually getting things done...

Tsk.

I feel even more sleepy now.

She liked the kind of unyielding, snow-capped mountain spirit that He Sichen possessed.

There's a sense of contrast between wanting others to kneel and then kneeling yourself first.

The abstinence system is essentially the ultimate form of indulgence.

That contradictory feeling of appearance versus reality is what makes it interesting.

"Keep up."

He Sichen pulled her forward, taking large strides, forcing her to keep up with smaller steps.

He Nanxian's hand missed its target, stuck halfway, his palm empty, unable to close it or put it down.

He slowly withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and followed behind the two men.

My chest feels like it's blocked by something; it aches, itches, and feels stuffy.

He has always been Si Yimian's unwavering choice.

This was the first time she had explicitly bypassed him.

Over the years, he has often tried to push Si Yimian towards his older brother.

The marriage contract bound him and Mianmian together, but Ningyou would always lower her head with red eyes and say she felt wronged.

Therefore, he felt that the best outcome would be for his older brother to marry Mianmian.

That's what the old man thought back then too.

After Si Yimian went missing, the marriage contract fell to him and Si Ningyou.

Later, when Si Yimian was found, the old man wanted to set things right.

He suggested that his eldest son, Sun Hesichen, get engaged to Si Yimian, so that he and Ning You could both have the best of both worlds.

But the older brother refused without even meeting him.

The wedding arrangements have now come full circle.

He tried to bring them together time and time again, but the two remained as distant as strangers.

They were distant and indifferent, even their way of addressing each other was measured.

But today, when Mianmian actually reached out her hand to her older brother, she felt a strange mix of emotions.

"elder brother."

He Nanxian suddenly spoke, his voice filled with suppressed emotion.

"It's rare to see you so considerate to your patients."

The hint of sourness in his tone was poorly concealed.

As soon as he said it, he felt nauseous.

He Sichen paused slightly.

The hand in my palm was small and soft, resting properly on my chest, yet it felt like a living thing crawling towards my heart.

He didn't even turn his head, and spoke calmly.

"A doctor's heart is full of benevolence."

Four words, and the official response is spot on.

But it was the most perfunctory lie of the night.

"Are you suggesting we let her slip and fall in the hallway and need three stitches?"

One sentence once again left He Nanxian with a tightness in his throat.

Si Yimian suddenly smiled, her fingertips gently curling in He Sichen's palm.

He Sichen's palm muscles suddenly tensed, and he squeezed her fingers as a warning.

Reaching the elevator entrance, He Sichen suddenly released his grip and pressed the down button.

The warmth in his palm vanished, replaced by a chill. He curled his fingers and slipped them into his white coat pocket.

"Nanxian".

He turned his head to the side.

"Please take Miss Si to her hospital room."

He Nanxian was taken aback: "And you?"

"I have something to do."

He Sichen's reply was brief, clearly indicating he had no intention of explaining.

The elevator doors opened, and He Sichen stepped inside.

"Dr. Crane."

Si Yimian's soft voice followed him, hooking his steps.

He paused, but didn't turn around.

"Can I come to you in three days to change the dressing?"

He Sichen's knuckles tightened and loosened as he pressed the elevator button, the veins on the back of his hand slightly bulging.

They came to my door tonight, and now they're asking if it's okay.

It's like asking him if he dares to continue this immoral game.

It was also testing the limits of his patience.

If he agrees, it would be tantamount to tacitly allowing this cross-boundary game to continue.

He Sichen closed his eyes, withdrew his hand, and turned around.

The two looked at each other inside and outside the elevator.

She stood beside He Nanxian, looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for a pardon.

"Register for an outpatient appointment and follow the procedures."

After speaking, he looked away, pressed down with his knuckles, and pressed the close button.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Si Yimian stood there, looking at his cold and aloof face, which seemed to be sliced ​​into an ever-narrowing slit.

Sure.

really do.

The man who had been biting her tongue from behind the curtain was now making her register herself.

As the core of Yu'an Medical Group, He Sichen's time is charged by the minute.

The appointment slots were secured in advance by various parties with connections, and scalpers couldn't get their hands on them.

He told her to follow the procedure, which was tantamount to telling her to get lost.

This man is quite guarded.

That makes sense, if it were that easy to take the bait, she wouldn't be the one to bite.

That push and pull, that feigned reluctance, is what makes it interesting.

As she was pondering her next move, He Nanxian's voice broke in.

"Mianmian".

He walked over to her, his tone reassuring.

"That's just how my older brother is; he's indifferent to everyone."

"I'll make an appointment for you in three days. You can just come over."

Si Yimian turned to look at him.

The man stood under the corridor light, his features handsome and his smile harmless.

How interesting.

He's eager to cuckold himself.

She suddenly smiled and softly agreed.

"Thank you, Brother Nanxian."

This green hat assist deserves the most credit.

If used well, it makes plot progression a breeze.

In the original story, he always tried to bring people together, treating the original owner of the body as a burden.

Previously, the original owner would only feel lost and sad, but now she has received this skill.

When he finally realizes how many times he's personally handed over the ladder...

Just thinking about that scene makes me want to eat.

……

Inside the elevator.

He Sichen leaned against the wall of the room, his white coat spotless, but his tie was half an inch loose.

Below the collarbone, my heart is pounding like a drum.

He opened the hand that had just held hers, tightened his fingers, and tried in vain to grasp the fading warmth.

crazy.

It's crazy.

He is the elder brother.

He is a doctor.

The only thing that cannot be is a beast with lustful desires for his brother's arranged marriage partner.

Ethics is a line; he stands on one side of the line, and she stands on the other.

The line is still in place; all transgressive desires are lesions that need to be addressed.

He can heal others, but he should also remove the things that shouldn't grow in his own heart.

He loathed himself tonight, this out-of-control, greedy version of himself, his mind filled with lewd thoughts.

Even more abhorrent is the moral condemnation one receives even when reason returns.

He actually wanted to try it again.