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

Under the cover of night, Ruan Yang hurriedly arrived at Crescent Bay.

The security guard opened the door warmly as soon as he saw her.

Arriving at the top floor where Jiang Yanci lived, Ruan Yang entered the door password.

This is what Assistant Lu told her.

He sounded anxious on the phone.

"Ms. Ruan, Mr. Jiang looked unwell when he came to work today and refused to go to the hospital. He also has a four-hour international conference tonight—not a very important one."

"Even someone with an iron body can't take it. President Jiang listens to you the most, and he's currently in Half Moon Bay. Please help persuade him."

The door lock password is Ruan Yang's birthday.

Ruan Yang hadn't realized that something was wrong.

After opening the door, she disregarded all manners and etiquette, kicked off her shoes, and stepped barefoot onto the soft Persian carpet, barging straight into Jiang Yanci's bedroom.

The bedroom was filled with the scent of cedar.

But there was no one on the bed.

She was on her way to the study when the bedroom door was pushed open, and she bumped into the person's arms.

An overly hot hand wrapped around her waist.

"Yangyang, what brings you here?"

He had just taken a shower, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, water droplets rolling down his chest, and his body still radiating a scorching dampness.

Ruan Yang breathed a sigh of relief. "Assistant Lu called me and said you were sick but refused to go to the hospital."

Jiang Yanci released his grip. "It's just a cold. He's exaggerating."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed.

Ruan Yang's heart clenched.

Jiang Yanci seemed unconcerned, and ruffled her hair. "Brother has a meeting to attend, about four hours long. I won't be going back to the old house tonight. I'll have someone take you home."

Four hours?

Why does a meeting take so long?

Ruan Yang wrinkled his nose and muttered, "The Sino-US international talks only lasted two hours and fifteen minutes."

Jiang Yanci chuckled lightly.

Seeing that he didn't care about his health, Ruan Yang became a little anxious.

"They hold big meetings for nothing important, but not for anything important. This meeting is so long and tedious, it means it's not very important. Besides, the news says the flu is raging, and if it's delayed, it could develop into pneumonia."

Under the lamplight, watching the little girl's rosy lips open and close, Jiang Yanci felt a tickle in his throat.

The little animal took the bait.

He deliberately put on a stern face, "Yangyang, stop fooling around."

Ruan Yang used the same trick again, raising her two plump and fleshy legs and sitting cross-legged on his bed. "If you don't sleep, then I won't leave."

A smile appeared in Jiang Yanci's eyes.

He leaned closer, his long, slender fingers parting her collar and landing on the side of her neck, where he had kissed her the night before. "Does it still hurt?"

Ruan Yang trembled.

The area that was rubbed felt intensely hot, as if an electric current had passed through it.

Her face turned bright red. "...It doesn't hurt."

"Yangyang," Jiang Yanci's voice was deep and gentle, "the marriage I mentioned last night is still valid."

Ruan Yang's breathing became erratic, and she quickly shook her head, "I... I don't need you to take responsibility, brother. What happened last night was just an accident, brother, please forget about it..."

"yes."

Jiang Yanci withdrew his finger, his voice unreadable.

Forgot?

How could he forget?

He was bullying her in his dreams.

The bedroom lights were off, but the living room light shone on him from the doorway, casting a shadow on Ruan Yangxue's fair skin, as if enveloping her.

He deliberately twisted her words, moving his hand from her swan-like neck to her delicate chin, cradling her small face and forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Does Yangyang not care because she's done 'that' with other guys too?"

"Did he touch you here too?"

As his fingertips moved downwards, Ruan Yang trembled.

It feels so unfamiliar.

The older brother tonight seems so unfamiliar.

How could he think of himself like that...?

She lowered her eyes, like a trembling butterfly, not daring to look into the depths of her elder brother's dark eyes, her jade-like cheeks flushed red.

"No, I didn't..."

She felt wronged, tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall.

Jiang Yanci's throat felt a little itchy.

He knew he had gone too far, so he withdrew his hand, pushed away the cigarette pack, and held a cigarette between his thin lips without lighting it.

But Ruan Yang spoke up, "You have a cold, smoking is bad for you..."

Jiang Yanci bit down hard on his cigarette.

crazy.

He just said such hurtful things, and she still spoke so softly, showing concern for his health.

Why are you being so well-behaved?

She's so obedient it makes you want to fuck her to death.

Jiang Yanci raised his eyes and took out the metal lighter.

A strange, bright light appeared, illuminating the dimly lit bedroom.

His thin lips parted, "Yangyang, you're treating me like Jiang Zhuo."

Seeing Ruan Yang obediently lower her eyelashes, he took out the measuring tape and placed it in her soft palm.

"Come here and measure me."

Ruan Yang's heart skipped a beat.

How come my older brother still remembers this...?

She remembered reading in the book that the second hypnosis session was to make up for the regrets between the hypnotist and the forgotten subject, and to let go of the obsession.

But this isn't her obsession...

Thinking of what was in her notes, she blushed furiously.

Her roommate taught her how to seduce her boyfriend.

Is she going to use it on her older brother...?

Ruan Yang raised her misty eyes, somewhat at a loss.

To Jiang Yanci, her tearful appearance resembled a peach blossom in April, drenched by wind and rain, leaving only its most vibrant pink petals.

Desire surged within his dark eyes.

He grasped her slender wrist, pulled her closer, and coaxed her gently.

"Yangyang, let's measure your bust size first. Do you remember now?"

Ruan Yang's ears turned red from the heat.

Now, there's no way to pretend I don't remember.

She held the measuring tape around her older brother's chest, the soft tape sinking into his pale skin as she meticulously measured his dimensions.

There's no such rule in the notes.

"Yangyang, you can do whatever you want to me," Jiang Yanci's deep voice rang out.

Ruan Yang's hand trembled as it landed on the full pectoral muscles.

It's so big and so hard.

As soon as I touched it, I recoiled as if I'd been electrocuted.

Jiang Yanci scrutinized him.

Hypnosis is the process of arousing a person's inner desires.

She shouldn't be acting so shy.

He reminded her, "Yangyang, it's time to measure your waist."

Ruan Yang was unaware that she was being suspected.

She lowered her head, her jet-black hair obscuring half of her oval face, revealing only her bright red ear tips.

She went around behind Jiang Yanci and hugged his waist from behind.

The soft, snow-like texture pressed against my thin, resilient back muscles.

Jiang Yanci moved slightly.

Ruan Yang seemed to have been burned.

She tried to keep her distance as much as possible, but inadvertently saw her brother's suspicious gaze reflected in the mirror.

Ruan Yang's heart skipped a beat.

It's because she wasn't as proactive as the notes suggested.

So her brother suspects her?

Ruan Yang quickly moved closer, as if her roommate had taught her to "seduce" him.

This time, Jiang Yanci didn't need to give any more instructions. Just like the notes described, she circled back to him.

She said softly, "I need to measure my leg circumference."

She steeled herself, bent her knees, and knelt on the soft surface of his slippers.

A rich aroma of cedarwood wafts over you.

This pose is really...

Ruan Yang lowered her head, her cheeks and neck flushed with a faint pink hue.

She is obedient and gentle.

Try your best to play the role of a girlfriend who wants to seduce her boyfriend.

Two slender arms wrapped around his muscular thighs, then she timidly raised her eyes, her misty eyes looking at him, reciting the last sentence her roommate had taught her—

"Do we need to measure anything else?"

Where to measure?

Where else could it be?

My roommate reminded me to take safety precautions.

The seduction that couldn't be carried out three years ago has now been done in full, and Ruan Yang's hands are trembling.

But the suspicion in Jiang Yanci's eyes did not dissipate.

He stared at Ruan Yang's bloodshot ear tips—

wrong.

If the hypnosis was truly successful, Yangyang shouldn't be so flustered.

In the darkness, his long, narrow eyes narrowed, and his thin, pink lips moved slightly.

This time, his instructions were:

"Yangyang, kiss me."