The younger sister pretends to be hypnotized, and her older brother gets addicted.

Ruan Yang sat up abruptly from the bed.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

It turns out her brother didn't abandon her, and didn't send her to Africa.

He was sick then, very sick, and almost died.

Ignoring Song Lejiao, who was frantically hiding her face cream, Ruan Yang ran barefoot to Jiang Yanci's study.

It's 10:30 pm now, and the study is still brightly lit.

Jiang Yanci's study was always off-limits to others.

Hearing the door open, he looked up, a flash of displeasure crossing his dark eyes behind his glasses.

But when he saw Ruan Yang's tear-soaked little face, his pupils contracted slightly.

"Why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

Before Jiang Yanci could get up, Ruan Yang threw herself into his arms, crying.

Feeling the constant warmth emanating from her brother, her heart seemed to settle down.

"Brother, I'm so glad you're not dead!"

Jiang Yanci was taken aback, then chuckled and patted her back lightly.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Ruan Yang shook his head.

It's not a dream, it's part of the story.

Ruan Yang tilted her head back, sniffed, and tears still clung to her eyelashes.

She said to Jiang Yanci, "Go to sleep."

"What?"

"It's already ten o'clock, you should go to sleep."

Ruan Yang snatched the pen from his hand. "Work is never-ending. You need to sleep now."

Jiang Yanci took a few tissues, wiped her swollen eyes, and gently comforted her, "I have one more report to finish reading. Go to sleep after you finish reading it."

"no."

Ruan Yang shook her head and hugged Jiang Yanci. "If you don't go to sleep, I'm going to stay here and not leave."

The scent of gardenias lingered in his breath, and Jiang Yanci held his breath.

Ruan Yang only regarded him as her older brother. She dreamed that he had an accident, so she acted coquettishly in his arms.

She was young and didn't understand that a girl shouldn't be wearing a nightgown and writhing on a man's body.

In particular, she was sitting on his lap.

The thin fabric allows the person beneath it to clearly feel its soft shape.

Ruan Yang didn't understand, but Jiang Yanci did.

He lowered his eyes, glancing at Ruan Yang, who was unaware of the impending danger, and his tone became more forceful.

"Yangyang, stop fooling around."

Ruan Yang, however, was no longer afraid.

If she had heard her brother use that tone an hour earlier, she definitely wouldn't have dared to make a fuss.

But it concerns my brother's life or death.

The Jiang family undergoes two physical examinations every year, has a dedicated person in the kitchen responsible for nutrition, and also has a personal fitness coach.

How could someone who was perfectly healthy suddenly become so sick?

Ruan Yang thought it must be a problem of not getting enough sleep.

For seven years, my brother worked until one or two in the morning every day, and then got up at six-thirty sharp without fail.

Even a robot can't withstand sleeping only five or six hours.

Ruan Yang took off Jiang Yanci's glasses and looked at him seriously: "I'm not throwing a tantrum. If my brother doesn't sleep, I won't sleep either."

She had just finished crying, her eyes were misty, and she looked at him pitifully.

Without the cover of his glasses, Jiang Yanci's unsavory thoughts seemed to be unable to be hidden any longer, growing and spreading in the damp, rainy night.

He himself couldn't be sure what crazy thing he would do if he stayed with his sister for just one more minute.

"Ruan Yang, get up."

This was the first time Jiang Yanci had called her by her full name, and his tone had turned cold. "Don't make me say it a second time."

Ruan Yang was taken aback.

After a moment, she got up from Jiang Yanci's lap and walked out of the study.

Jiang Yanci was somewhat annoyed.

Did he say it too harshly?

He didn't find her annoying, but he felt that she shouldn't be hugging a young, vigorous adult man like that.

She was crying and calling for her brother at the same time.

It's not that she's bad, it's that I'm too despicable.

Jiang Yanci sighed, picked up the cold tea beside him, tilted his head back and drank it all down, barely managing to calm his restlessness.

He turned his attention back to the report.

But he looked at the numbers that he could usually remember at a glance several times, and the numbers became a jumbled mess, jumping around.

It's not that the numbers are messed up.

His mind was in turmoil.

He closed his eyes and resignedly pinched the space between his eyebrows.

Wait a minute.

Once he has sorted out the current mess at the Jiang family, Jiang Zhuo will return to China, marry Ruan Yang, and settle down.

He will hand over the company to him, leave the country, and never see the couple again.

In this way, even if his feelings still push open the coffin after his death and flowers bloom on the grave, no one will see them.

But there was a rustling sound coming from the doorway.

Jiang Yanci opened his eyes and saw that Ruan Yang had returned again.

This time, she didn't approach him. Instead, she sat on the floor and looked at him with her brimming eyes, her gaze filled with resentment.

Jiang Yanci: "The ground is cold, get up."

"I do not want."

"Get up." He said sternly as he walked over.

But the next second, his legs were grabbed.

Jiang Yanci's eyes narrowed slightly.

Under the bright lights, Ruan Yang hugged his legs with both hands and feet, tilted her little face up, and tears welled up in the corners of her reddened eyes.

"My brother is my support."

"I want to stay with my brother until he's old."

"If my brother dies, they will all bully me."

She spoke and cried at the same time, like a scruffy little dog.

Little Dog Girl.

Jiang Yanci closed his eyes again.

Outside the window, gardenias bloom tirelessly.

The heat suppressed by the cold tea started from her knees, which she was hugging, and climbed upwards.

He didn't know what she was dreaming about.

All he knew was that after hearing Ruan Yang's words, he would have no regrets even if he died.

Jiang Yanci squatted down and rubbed her head.

"Brother's not working anymore, brother's going to sleep."

Ruan Yang burst into laughter after his tears.

She watched Jiang Yanci return to his bedroom before turning to leave.

Jiang Yanci pressed his temples.

He had taken a shower, and even though he was wearing pajamas, the buttons were fastened all the way to the top.

On the exposed section of her pale neck, she was still wearing Ruan Yang's necklace.

Jiang Yanci checked his email on his phone; there were still some emails that needed to be processed.

He thought Ruan Yang should be asleep, so he opened the bedroom door.

But as soon as the door opened, Ruan Yang was standing in the corridor.

Her eyes were filled with resentment. "I knew my brother was lying to me."

"..." Jiang Yanci was at a loss for words.

Ruan Yang hugged her pillow and stepped into the bedroom, her little face serious. "So, I've decided, I'll sleep with my brother tonight."

Jiang Yanci had a headache.

"Yangyang, stop joking."

"I'm not joking."

As Ruan Yang spoke, she climbed into bed.

She was wearing a pink and white nightgown. The top was long, covering her pajama bottoms, and a few ruffles peeked out above her knees, making her legs look even straighter and slimmer.

Jiang Ciyan's room was only decorated in black, white and gray, with a few English magazines on the bedside table.

She became the only color.

"Brother." Ruan Yang sat on his black silk bed, looking at him with a resentful expression, like hot milk that had been accidentally spilled.

The hot milk patted the bed and said, "Come here, go to sleep."

Jiang Yanci never regretted it.

Now he regrets it.

He shouldn't have opened the door to go to work.

"I was wrong," Jiang Yanci apologized sincerely. "You can go back now. I won't go back to the study."

"No way. Your reputation with me is so bad that you can't even scan a shared bike."

"Yangyang, there's a difference between men and women. It's not appropriate for a girl like you to stay in my room..."

"I don't care. All I know is that there's a difference between life and death."

"Then you can't sleep in my room. What would it look like if someone saw you like that?"

"Let's go back to my room and sleep together."

"I'm your brother."

Ruan Yang took out her phone. "Doubao, Doubao, can little sister sleep with big brother?"

Doubao said, "Of course you can."

Ruan Yang tilted her head back, grinned, and crawled into his blanket, her slender, snow-white legs straddling the blanket. "Doubao said yes."

Jiang Yanci's head ached even more.

Suddenly, Ruan Yang whispered, "Brother, what's this? It's poking me!"