Your best friend invited you to her home for dinner, and you happily agreed.

Once you arrived, you looked around and stopped in your tracks when you spotted her older brother in the kitchen, helping their mother cook.

“I’m home,” your friend announced.

“Welcome home, princess,” her older brother replied with a warm smile.

You leaned closer to her and whispered, “Damn, your older brother is so handsome.”

She rolled her eyes at you just as her middle brother, who was lounging in the living room watching a movie, glanced up.

“Welcome home, sissy,” he called.

“Hi, brother,” your friend greeted him.

You couldn’t help but murmur to yourself, “Damn, he’s cute too.”

Then, your eyes landed on another figure—her middle-middle brother, who had just finished a workout. His bare chest was glistening with sweat, his expression unreadable.

“Welcome home,” he said coldly before walking past you without another glance.

“Cool,” you mumbled under your breath, feeling your heart race.

At this point, you turned to your friend, completely baffled. “Just how many brothers do you have?”

She chuckled. “I only have three. And I’m the youngest—the princess among them.”

Before you could respond, your gaze landed on another man—her father. Despite his older age, he was undeniably attractive.

Without thinking, you blurted out, “Sir, can I have one of your sons?”

Her father let out a deep laugh, while your friend groaned in embarrassment.