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

The sound of rain was muffled by the glass, becoming a distant background noise.

He Sichen carried the coolness of the night breeze, his shirt was slightly damp, and his shoulders were covered with fine water droplets.

Si Yimian took half a step back, her calf hitting the edge of the bed.

"What reward?"

He took a step closer, grabbed the back of her head with one hand, supported her waist with the other, and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling glass.

"You said this morning that you would give me a big reward."

My back hit the floor-to-ceiling glass, and the coolness seeped in through my nightgown.

A burning hot chest was in front of her, while a cold physical attack was coming from behind. The combination of heat and cold made her spine go numb.

He Sichen looked down at her, her face reflected in his light-colored pupils.

The light from the wall lamp enveloped the two people in a small, warm yellow glow, while the sound of rain outside the window grew louder, like someone pouring beans down from the sky.

He suddenly raised his hand, pinched her chin, and pressed his thumb against her lower lip with a little force.

Open your mouth.

She was startled and instinctively opened her mouth.

He Sichen lowered his head and kissed her.

It's different from what I was doing in the study.

The study is a place of stealing, of restraint, of being ready to brake at any moment.

Now it's about demanding, about taking, about coming even though you know it's wrong.

The glass of the floor-to-ceiling window trembled slightly under the weight of the two people, and rainwater streamed down the glass, distorting and straightening their intertwined silhouettes with the water ripples.

He slid one hand down from her ear to her waist, his thumb tracing an arc through the fabric of her pajamas.

Si Yimian's legs went weak.

He slid his hand down her waist, supported her buttocks, and lifted her up.

She lifted her feet off the ground and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

The slippers fell off; one landed by the window, and the other rolled to the foot of the bed.

She instinctively hooked her arms around his neck, her nose brushing against his chin, catching a whiff of the fresh, cool scent of pine.

The man had taken a shower before he arrived.

They came prepared.

He Sichen took a few steps, his knees touched the edge of the bed, and the two of them fell into the quilt together.

The mattress sank in, and the springs gave a muffled groan.

Si Yimian lay on her back, her nightgown brushing against her upper thighs, her hair scattered all over the pillow.

He hovered above her, his collar wide open, revealing two sharp cleavages in his collarbone, and his Adam's apple slowly rolled just above her line of sight.

Just as she was about to speak, he lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time it's even worse.

The kiss slid from the corner of his mouth to his chin, then to his earlobe, and continued downwards.

Each breath was timed perfectly to the rhythm of her breathing, making her inhale and exhale completely disordered.

Si Yimian gripped the back of his collar with her fingers, her knuckles turning white from the effort.

My brain is starting to smoke.

Has this man's kissing skills improved again?

Even paid content can't be updated this quickly.

Halfway through the kiss, she suddenly spoke, her voice breaking between breaths.

"Dr. He, can you do me a favor?"

"explain."

He looked down at her.

The bloodshot eyes hadn't faded yet, and the pupils were dark and murky—it was both desire and impatience.

"You'll have to sort out the engagement for me."

The tone was soft and gentle, but the content was as hard as steel.

He Sichen did not hesitate.

"it is good."

Si Yimian was stunned for a moment.

You agreed so readily?

She had prepared three sets of stories, from coquetry to playing the victim to coercion and enticement, but she didn't use any of them.

She even began to wonder if she was dreaming.

"If you don't want to get married, then you don't have to."

"You don't need to convince me; convincing me only takes a minute."

After saying that, he lowered his head and tried to kiss her again.

Si Yimian covered his mouth, deciding to strike while the iron was hot.

do not care.

While he's easy to talk to, keep taking advantage of him.

"besides."

He stopped, his breath hitting her palm, so hot she almost pulled her hand away.

"Project Lighthouse".

She looked up at him, her eyes bright and clear.

"Yuan will grant me exclusive production and sales rights for the next five years, without any marriage alliance."

She herself felt that what she said was excessive.

The Lighthouse Project is a national-level project that Yu'an is currently advancing.

The He family has invested most of its resources, from research and development to clinical trials to industrialization, spending hundreds of billions of yuan across the entire chain.

The exclusive rights to this project were a condition that could only be negotiated after the Tsurugi and Suzuki families joined forces.

The two families' elders set a rule back then: if a project was too big or the profits were too great, it would not be given to outsiders, but only to their own family.

According to the rules, only through a marriage alliance between the He and Si families can Chenxi obtain an entry ticket and a share of the pie.

She's trying to skip marriage and jump straight to the table to divide the chips.

It's like going to the supermarket and trying to take the whole shelf without paying.

He Sichen looked at her.

She felt a little guilty under his gaze, and her fingers curled up slightly.

Sure enough, this request was too much.

She was about to make amends when she heard him speak.

"it is good."

Just as smooth and quick as before, without any pause.

Si Yimian's pupils dilated slightly.

He agreed so readily, could it be just empty promises made in bed?

A project worth hundreds of billions, plus a marriage agreement, and he just nodded in agreement?

Even if lust takes over, it shouldn't lead to the collapse of basic business ethics, right?

He Sichen, you're definitely easier to talk to in bed.

Or are you only easy to talk to when it comes to me?

The thought had barely surfaced when she suppressed it.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He never even said he liked me.

At most, we're just casual sex partners now.

He Sichen noticed that she was distracted and punished her by sucking a red mark on her neck.

"concentrate."

Before the question marks in her mind could even finish lining up, his kiss had already landed on her.

This time, the kiss was more urgent, and it was even more unreasonable and domineering than before.

He cupped the back of her head with his palm and pressed her down into the pillow.

The words she was about to say were crushed between her lips and teeth, leaving only a muffled ending.

wrong.

There are still questions I haven't finished asking.

She turned her head to create some distance.

"The Crane Doctor..."

"Stop talking."

His kisses slid from the corner of her mouth to behind her ear, his breath so hot that she shrank back.

"I will keep my promise to you."

"Now, can we do something else first?"

Tonight, your mouth needs nothing but breathing.

She wanted to say something more, but he didn't give her the chance.

Her next words were all broken into breathy sounds.

Si Yimian turned her head and could just see the shadows of two people on the French windows.

The rain was still falling, and a layer of moisture had settled on the shadows inside the window.

Her plan finally fell apart.

Forget it.

Anyway, he agreed to all the conditions she proposed.

As for whether he regrets it later, that's another story.

She has plenty of ways to get him to agree again.

The night rain was torrential.

The condensation on the windowpane turned into water droplets, which trickled down the glass.

The water glass on the bedside table wobbled again, and this time it lost its balance and fell over.

Water flowed out, soaking the countertop and dripping down the edge of the table.

Nobody cares.

The sounds in the room were drowned out by the rain; any that occasionally escaped were swallowed up by the wind.

She bit the corner of the pillow, her nails digging into his back.

He groaned, grabbed her wrist, and pressed it against the pillow.

Interlocking fingers.

Palm to palm, sweaty.

At this moment, the light in He Nanxian's room was still on.

He couldn't sleep either.

But nobody cares.

He Nanxian connected a small camera to his laptop and exported the surveillance footage from the study that evening.

The progress bar is moving forward step by step.

He stared at the screen, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

The video is open.