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

Ruan Yang was so captivated by the kiss that she lost herself in the moment.

She breathed slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Jiang Yanci's eyes blazed with desire as he leaned down and continued.

Ruan Yang turned her face away, "...It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?"

Ruan Yang pointed to her mouth, "...My mouth is numb."

"Brother, take a look."

In the soft glow of the night, Jiang Yanci coaxed her gently until she opened her mouth, his long, narrow eyes captivating her.

Ruan Yang seemed to be bewitched and did as instructed.

Then--

Ouch, I got kissed again!

In the silent night, the man who had just been restrained and indifferent was like a snow-capped mountain collapsing, the snow that had been accumulating all winter finally breaking off from the summit.

The force of the impact made Ruan Yang's lips and teeth go numb, and her breath was gradually sucked away.

She sobbed and pushed against his chest.

But his chest was too hard and didn't budge.

A blanket of white poured down from the mountaintop, carrying with it everything that had been suppressed for too long.

The snow-capped mountain, which had been standing silently, suddenly erupted in chaos. The snow burst forth from its deepest point, collapsing layer upon layer, almost burying Ruan Yang.

The air is getting thinner and thinner.

Ruan Yang was so breathless from his kisses that she whimpered and pounded his chest.

"Stop kissing me..."

Jiang Yanci, however, was like a wolf on its stomach, unable to hear her cries for help, and pressed her into the shadows.

The two of them fell onto the soft bed.

Ambiguity fermented in the air.

The silk bedding had a slightly cool feel to it.

When that cool touch pressed against Ruan Yang's bare back, which was burning hot from being kissed, she trembled slightly, jolting her awake from her reverie.

The same cool sensation also touched the back of Jiang Yanci's hand, which was propped up on the bed, causing his fingertips to curl suddenly.

We can't continue like this.

Jiang Yanci forced himself to withdraw his palm, which was wrapped in danger.

In his bedroom.

In his own territory.

On the bed that smelled of him.

Ruan Yang lay on her back, held in his arms, and was kissed until tears streamed down her face.

Like a sheep caught off guard and unaware of its surroundings, like a sheep that has stumbled into a wolf's den.

This poses a significant challenge to his self-control.

Yes, he had improper thoughts about her.

It has existed for a very long time.

But he will not have sex with her before marriage.

Jiang Yanci got out of bed, stretched out his long arm, and picked up the metal cigarette case on the table. It contained cigarettes to enhance the hypnotic effect.

Nicotine penetrated deep into the lungs, temporarily stabilizing the shaky string in the mind.

He wasn't a heavy smoker and never smoked in his bedroom.

Today was an accident, only to awaken reason that was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Use the cigarettes that hypnotize others to awaken your own rationality.

It's a bit absurd.

A mist enveloped his angular face, and he ceased his fierce attack. The little girl, frightened by his earlier actions, huddled at the foot of the bed.

Seeing the cigarette between his fingers, she moved closer and grabbed his arm.

She had no idea that the cigarette had saved her; she simply said in her soft, gentle voice, "Could you please stop smoking?"

His tone was a mix of complaint and concern.

Jiang Yanci glanced over, a half-smile on his face, "Baby isn't even my wife yet, and you already want to control me?"

Ruan Yang was taken aback.

This sounds like something Jiang Zhuo would say.

But coming from the older brother's mouth, it had an even more alluring and seductive quality.

Ruan Yang's face felt hot.

The elder brother's arms were strong, and the mist enveloped his half-lit, half-shadowed face, as if tearing open a hole in his rigid and abstinent nature, revealing a sensuality that had been suppressed for too long.

The tobacco leaves were mixed with some kind of flavoring, making them completely different from the cigarettes sold on the market.

But it is nicotine after all.

It is harmful to the body.

Ruan Yang insisted, "I must quit smoking."

In reality, Jiang Yanci wasn't a heavy smoker; he possessed an almost superhuman level of self-control.

He once thought that everyone was like that.

When he was 21, he went to Las Vegas to discuss a collaboration with a European business partner.

The other party was the head of the old Qian family, who controlled cross-strait transportation and publicly referred to himself as a "gambler."

In fact, half of Las Vegas is his property.

The white-haired man, smoking a cigar, didn't take the young Asian man in front of him seriously. He said in an arrogant tone, "Mr. Jiang, let's take a gamble. If you win, I'll agree to cooperate."

That was Jiang Yanci's first time at the mahjong table.

At the gambling table, you need not only luck, but also observation skills.

He doesn't have many of the former, so he can only pin his hopes on the latter.

Later, he won.

One million US dollars was placed in front of him.

The older white man agreed to the collaboration, but then added, "You're the luckiest young man I've ever met. The next round is a hundred million dollars. Interested in taking a gamble?"

Jiang Yanci did not.

He didn't take the one million US dollars either.

His goal is clear: he only talks about cooperation.

No matter how many temptations he faces, they will not sway his initial thoughts.

But that same night, at the opulent gambling tables in Vegas, the rich kid on the same flight as him, after winning a game, began his descent into ruin.

Nine out of ten gamblers lose.

That's why he got so angry when Jiang Zhuo and Zhou Shiji were going to Las Vegas.

I remember the day the contract was finalized, the casino owner stubbed out his cigar.

He sighed, "Jiang, if everyone could be as clear-headed as you and withstand the test, my casino would have gone out of business long ago."

wrong.

Human nature cannot withstand the test.

His greed was for Ruan Yang.

Jiang Yanci suppressed his romantic thoughts, lowered his thin eyelids, and glanced at Ruan Yang, "Tell me, how do you quit?"

Ruan Yang shook her head; she didn't know either.

When in doubt, ask Doubao.

Holding her phone, she asked, "Doubao, my boyfriend smokes all the time, how can I help him quit?"

Doubao: "Haha, you've come to the right person!"

"A large part of smoking is essentially about 'always wanting something in your mouth.' Kissing instead of smoking releases dopamine through intimate contact, instantly calming irritability and counteracting the stress-relieving pleasure of smoking."

"Kissing can not only perfectly replace the habit of smoking, but it can also deepen your romance! Do you two need me to come up with a secret signal that you want to kiss?"

Ruan Yang almost dropped her phone.

Oh no, the steamed bun has turned into a custard bun!

Ruan Yang: "...No need."

Doubao: "Okay, I've thought of a secret code that only the two of you know—'I need to charge.' When your boyfriend says 'I need to charge,' you can kiss him. Oh, go charge now!"

Ruan Yang: "..."

What are you groaning about? I didn't say I needed it!

"Okay, let's go with this one."

Jiang Yanci's voice came from above.

Ruan Yang opened her eyes wide in confusion.

How did it come to a decision?

Jiang Yanci smiled and thought of a way to verify it.

With a thin, white cigarette between his pale lips, he drew closer to her, his voice slightly hoarse, as the crimson light flickered.

"Baby, I need to charge."

Ruan Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Even if she were slow to realize it, she would sense that something was wrong.

There was no alcohol or drugs involved today.

But it seems like my older brother...really likes kissing her?

An absurd idea popped into my head.

Will my older brother like her?