Transmigration: Experiencing Life's End - Dying Peacefully in One's Sleep

[Hello.]

[Yi Mei, this is Xiang Heng. I'm calling because Yi Chen has been acting strangely lately. You probably know about what happened between you two. Do you have time to go see him?]

He Yimei was silent for a while, thinking that they had grown up together and been siblings for so many years, and He Yichen had always been very good to her.

Okay, I'll go see him. Thanks for telling me, Brother Xiang.

Hearing her agree, Xiang Heng breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that their current situation might prevent them from even meeting, but it seemed that things hadn't reached that point yet.

[Alright, I'll leave Yichen to you.]

[Um. ]

After hanging up the phone, He Yimei decided to go to He Yichen's house after get off work that evening.

When it was time to leave work, He Yimei looked at herself in her business attire and high heels and decided to go home and change into something more comfortable.

I drove back to the community parking lot, got home, put my bag down, and went to take a shower first.

After showering and drying my hair, I opened my wardrobe, chose a white casual shirt dress, and put on a chain belt.

I got ready to go out, but it was already dark outside.

I drove to the vicinity of He Yichen's residential area and bought some food and vegetables.

When we arrived at He Yichen's house, it was already past eight o'clock.

He Yimei knocked on the door and waited for a while. Just as He Yimei was about to call him, someone came to open the door.

The door opened, and there was a drunken He Yichen. He thought he was dreaming when he saw He Yimei.

He Yimei: "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Only after hearing her voice did they realize she was real, and they slowly let her in.

He Yimei walked in, and He Yichen opened the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of slippers that he had specially prepared for He Yimei.

He Yimei changed her shoes and went inside, heading to the kitchen to make a soup.

He Yichen stared blankly at her busy work, then followed her into the kitchen: "Why are you here?"

Only now realizing what was happening, He Yimei asked, but didn't answer, "How much did you drink?"

He Yichen: "Not many." He doesn't admit it.

He Yimei didn't say much: "I'll make some soup, you go wash up."

He Yichen looked at her for a while before turning around and going out to take a shower and wash up.

When she came out wearing a bathrobe, her hair was still dripping wet, and her face was slightly red from the steam.

The bathrobe was slightly open on her body, the belt a little loose, as if it could be untied with a pull, revealing a good figure underneath.

He could vaguely see his pectoral and abdominal muscles, making He Yimei feel that he was seducing her.

After glancing at it a few times, He Yichen turned back to look at the soup and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

He Yimei didn't even turn her head: "Go and dry your hair first."

He Yichen had no choice but to dry his hair first. He glanced down at his front and picked up the hairdryer.

He Yimei thought for a moment and was still a little hungry, so she took out her phone and ordered seafood congee in a clay pot and waited for the delivery.

He Yichen came out after drying his hair and saw her sitting on the sofa, looking at her phone.

"Why did you come here today?" I couldn't help but ask.

He Yimei: "I heard you haven't been doing well lately, so I came to see you."

He Yichen: "I'm fine."

He Yimei: "Nothing? You're just drinking at home every day?"

He Yichen remained silent for a while before saying, "I just can't sleep, so I'll drink some wine to help me sleep."

He Yimei: "You've been in a bad mood lately?"

"Kind of."

"Because of me?" He Yimei still intended to explain things to him.

He Yichen looked at her, his eyes filled with affection and love: "It's because of you that I think about you every day."

He Yimei looked at him with a hint of surprise, not expecting that he already had such deep feelings for her.

When did you begin dating me?

He Yichen closed his eyes briefly and said, "Back in my first year of high school."

He Yimei was surprised: "So early, but I've always thought of you as my brother."

He Yichen turned his head away from her: "I know, that's why I haven't told you, afraid that you would distance yourself from me."

He Yimei didn't know what to say, and He Yichen saw that she was silent.

Do you hate me now?

He Yimei: "No, I just don't know how to face it."

He Yichen: "It's good that you don't dislike it." At least it's good news. He didn't dare ask anything else, even though he already knew the answer.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, He Yimei stood up and went into the kitchen: "The soup is ready, I'll go get it."

He Yichen watched her go into the kitchen, his thoughts just beginning to wander when the doorbell rang.

"My takeout has arrived, go get it." He Yimei's voice came from the kitchen.

He Yichen stood up, walked to the door, opened it, took the things, placed them on the dining table, and set them out.

He Yimei brought the soup out of the kitchen and then went to get two more bowls.

"Sit down and have something to eat," He Yimei said to He Yichen.

The two sat down, and He Yimei served him a bowl of soup, and also served herself a bowl, and drank it slowly.

After finishing a bowl of soup, He Yichen scooped up a bowl of porridge and drank it.

After putting down his bowl and thinking for a moment, He Yichen stood up, grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass, and came over.

Seeing that he seemed to feel uncomfortable if he didn't drink, He Yimei didn't say anything to him.

Watching him drink in silence, He Yimei sighed, picked up a glass, poured herself a drink, and started drinking.

The two of them were drinking in silence. He Yichen drank several glasses and felt a little dizzy, which made him bolder.

"Can't you try with me? We're not even blood siblings," He Yichen said, looking at He Yimei.

"I've liked you for so many years, and I've tried to give up, but I can't. My feelings for you haven't faded; in fact, they've only grown stronger." He continued when she didn't respond.

He stared intently at He Yimei, making her feel a little uncomfortable. Hearing his words, she felt that he must have been living a rather repressed life these past few years.

I want to avoid being discovered by myself, yet I can't avoid seeing myself; I want to get close to myself, but I'm afraid I'll overthink things.

He Yimei felt that she had never been a very compassionate person towards men, after all, many people who felt sorry for men did not end up well, but at this moment she still felt a little sorry for him.

Seeing that she was avoiding his gaze, He Yichen poured himself a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp. The spicy wine stung his throat and flowed down to his stomach, only then could he relieve the pain in his heart.

After finishing his drink, he poured himself another glass, ready to drink it. He Yimei saw that he was drinking so quickly and in such large quantities that she was worried something might happen to him.

She stood up and took his glass: "Alright, drink less."

Looking at his empty hand, He Yichen's gaze followed the wine glass to her.

The off-the-shoulder shirt dress exposes fair and smooth shoulders, while a belt cinches the waist, making it appear even slimmer.

Looking up, her face was bare of makeup, but it was flushed from drinking, and her lips were moist, making her look very approachable.

He Yichen had drunk too much and felt dizzy and his consciousness was starting to blur. He looked at her and felt his body getting hot, so he stood up and walked towards her.

His gaze was fixed on her rosy, full lips, lips he had tasted countless times in his dreams; this was a dream, wasn't it?

Under He Yimei's questioning gaze, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, and before she could react, he leaned down and kissed her alluring red lips.