Chapter 133: Good Brothers and Good Sisters

When Ding Heng returned backstage, the rehearsal had already ended.

The noise in the venue gradually subsided, and staff members packed up the equipment in twos and threes.

He walked along the passage and saw Long He and Hua Qing in the distance, who were still communicating with Wu Zhi.

Seeing Ding Heng approaching, Long He quickly ended their conversation and jogged to meet him.

"Come with me."

Taking advantage of the few people around, Long He pulled Ding Heng through two corridors to his private dressing room, and then locked it with a "click".

The dressing room was small, about ten square meters, with a row of wardrobes against the wall, a dressing table with a mirror opposite, and several suitcases piled in the corner.

Long He leaned against the door, looking up at him: "Did my mom just call you?"

Ding Heng nodded: "Mm."

What did you say?

Long He frowned slightly, his tone wary: "Did she give you some money to keep you away from me?"

Seeing Long He's alarmed expression, Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Brother, how come your imagination is so vivid? Auntie just wanted to catch up with me."

"real?"

"If you don't believe me, ask your aunt."

"I'm not going..."

Longhe pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions.

But his eyes remained fixed on Ding Heng, as if trying to determine whether he was lying.

After a few seconds of silence, Ding Heng suddenly felt a bit itchy to touch his hands.

He raised his hand and, as if kneading Wenjing, gently pinched and tugged at Longhe's cheek.

It feels surprisingly good... soft and smooth, with a slight warmth.

Long He didn't dodge, only muttering indistinctly, "Waaah... what are you doing... oh... what are you doing?!"

Ding Heng released his grip and said with a smile, "Brother, you've changed so much that it made my heart flutter, and I couldn't resist."

"Go away, stop being so poor."

Long He blushed slightly, slapped Ding Heng's hand away, and turned to walk towards the wardrobe: "I need to change my clothes, you can turn around first."

Ding Heng remained unmoved: "Fine, let's switch. What part of your body haven't I seen? What, are you embarrassed in front of your brothers?"

Long He had his back to Ding Heng, and suddenly his ears felt a little hot.

From childhood to adulthood, she and Ding Heng had never really tried to hide their relationship.

When we were kids, we swam in the river naked together countless times.

But now...

Long He gritted his teeth and stubbornly said, "Who...who's embarrassed!"

In a fit of pique, she reached into the wardrobe, pulled out a set of casual clothes, and threw them onto the chair.

Then he raised his hand and began to untie the ties on his costume.

Her ink-wash style long dress featured a cross-collar design and a row of delicate Chinese knot buttons on the side.

Longhe pinched the top one with his fingers, the first one, the second one, the third one...

The neckline gradually loosened, revealing a fair neck and delicate collarbones.

Ding Heng leaned against the dressing table, admiring his brother while pondering the follow-up conversation with Yang Sijie.

Yang Sijie's current problem is that she wants to set up a separate management company for Longhe, but she is short of money. Ding Heng said that he can definitely come up with the money.

As a seasoned veteran, Yang Sijie naturally wouldn't believe everything Ding Heng said.

But if Ding Heng can really show her some benefits, then it's not impossible to discuss things.

Ding Heng, on the other hand, needs time.

It's fine for Wenjing to make a little money through stocks, but if she wants to make big money, she'll need to find an investment company to work with.

Looks like I'll have to ask my stepmother for help this Chinese New Year...

Pulling his thoughts back, Ding Heng continued to admire his good brother in front of him.

Long He felt Ding Heng's gaze behind her, sliding down from the back of her neck.

She took a deep breath and continued.

All the buttons were undone, and the long skirt slipped off her shoulders.

The silk fabric draped down her body's curves, first revealing her rounded shoulders, then her smooth back—the spinal groove was deep, and her shoulder blades rose slightly, swaying gently with her movements like the fluttering of butterfly wings.

The skirt continued to slide down, brushing past her slender waist.

Long He's waist was slender, but not in a skinny, dry way; there was a thin layer of skin on her sides. When tucked into the waistband, it will leave a faint mark.

Further down, the arc widens abruptly.

Her hips were round and perky, outlined by tight leggings.

The skirt finally slipped down to her ankles and bunched up in a ball.

Longhe bent down to pick it up, the slight crease at the base of his thighs glistening like ivory.

She straightened up, threw her skirt aside, and then swept her hair to one side, revealing her entire back.

The skin on her back was delicate and smooth, with the spinal groove extending all the way down to the edge of her leggings.

There are two shallow dimples on her waist, which appear and disappear with her breathing.

After taking off the leggings, all that was left was a sports bra, with thin straps hanging on her shoulders, creating an arch in her chest.

Long He bit her lower lip, feeling her whole body burning up, but she didn't hide or cover herself at all, pretending to be nonchalant as she rummaged through her clothes to change.

Ding Heng strolled over to the front, his gaze slowly moving downwards, sweeping over his brother's flat stomach, taut waistline... and then his tightly closed thighs, which he could play with for a whole year without getting tired of them!

Extending from the hip bone, the lines are so smooth that there is not a single bit of excess fat, yet they have just the right amount of fleshiness.

Ding Heng couldn't help but start imagining what it would be like if he really became his brother's boss and he used some underhanded tactics... His brother probably wouldn't mind, right?

Longhe finally prepared to unbutton her bra.

Longhe finally prepared to unbutton her bra.

"or……"

Her voice trembled: "Why don't you turn your head away?"

Ding Heng sighed, feigning disappointment: "It seems I've really become a stranger to my brother."

"I...I...you...I..."

Longhe stammered, trying to explain, but couldn't find the words.

A system notification suddenly popped up in Ding Heng's mind.

【Wings of Calamity: Dragongrass】

[Current Status: Enraged Evil Dragon]

【HP: 79%】

Health points decreased by one percent?

Ding Heng was slightly taken aback.

Good grief, is this considered causing damage?

He was preparing to quit while he was ahead, so as not to embarrass Long He too much.

Suddenly, a "click" was heard, and the side door connecting to another changing room was opened.

The four teammates' individual locker rooms are connected, and it's common for them to visit each other's rooms.

Jin Canya poked half her head in: "Long He, do you still have any colored contact lenses? Mine is missing..."

She froze halfway through her sentence, her eyes wide open, unable to utter a sound.

one second.

two seconds.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I didn't see anything!"

Kim Chan-ah slammed the door shut.

Long He stood frozen in place, letting out a roar at the side door.

"Kim Chan-ah—!!!"

The system notification popped up in Ding Heng's mind again.

【HP: 78%】

【HP: 77%】

It has dropped by two percentage points in succession.

……

January 2nd, early morning.

As the two girls stepped out of Shanghai Airport, they shivered from the cold air that hit them in the face.

Wenjing wrapped her down jacket tighter, hunched her shoulders, and looked anxious: "Yanxi... is this really appropriate for us?"

Zhao Yanxi was looking down at the navigation on her phone when she heard this and looked up.

"What's inappropriate about it?"

She retorted confidently, "Don't you want to send Ding Heng birthday wishes right at midnight?"

Wenjing sighed, "There's no need to make it so ceremonial..."

"Why wouldn't it be necessary?"

Zhao Yanxi put away her phone and put her arm around Wenjing's shoulder: "Jingjing! The first birthday wish Ding Heng receives at midnight on January 3rd has to be from the two of us!"

Wenjing was swayed by what she said, but she still felt uneasy.

"But……"

"But what 'but'?"

Zhao Yanxi interrupted, "We're already here, there's no turning back. Let's go to the hotel first!"

Wenjing said "Oh" and obediently followed.

The taxi drove through the city streets and finally stopped in front of a boutique hotel.

After checking in, the two tossed their luggage into the room, and Zhao Yanxi started scrolling through her phone: "It's still early, let's go out for a walk!"

Wenjing had barely sat down when she heard this and stood up again: "What are you looking for?"

"Shanghai! We're already here, we can't just stay cooped up in the hotel, can we?"

Zhao Yanxi had already picked up her bag and was walking out. "I just checked the map, the Bund isn't far from here, let's go!"

Wenjing had no choice but to follow.

On the second day of the new year, the streets of Shanghai were packed with people as tourists made the most of their last moments to go on a shopping spree.

Zhao Yanxi was like a wild horse, dragging Wenjing as she dodged and weaved through the crowd.

Wenjing was so dizzy from being pulled that she ended up with more and more bags in her hands.

She now strongly suspects that Zhao Yanxi is just making excuses to come to Shanghai to go on a shopping spree!

"Yan hope... Yan hope, slow down..."

"Oh, it's alright, it's alright, I'll hold it for you!"

Zhao Yanxi took the bags, but her gaze was drawn to the milk tea shop on the roadside.

"Let's go, let's go! This milk tea shop is only available in Shanghai, let's grab a couple of cups!"

After queuing for half an hour, the two continued shopping with their milk tea in hand.

Zhao Yanxi found everything fascinating. One moment she was taking pictures of old buildings, the next she was dragging Wenjing to try on all sorts of exaggerated sunglasses, and then she couldn't tear herself away from the handicraft stalls on the roadside.

As we strolled along, the sun began to set.

Wenjing glanced at her phone; it was already four in the afternoon. "Yanxi, shouldn't we go back?"

Zhao Yanxi was drooling over a jewelry store window when she heard this, and without turning her head, she said, "What's the rush? The concert isn't until tonight."

"But didn't you say we needed to change clothes and put on makeup...?"

"That's right!"

Zhao Yanxi suddenly realized what was happening and grabbed Wenjing again, saying, "Quick, quick, let's go back!"

The two ran back to the hotel, panting, and rushed into the room to start messing around.

After Wenjing finished showering, Zhao Yanxi immediately pressed her to the bedside and pulled a dress out of a box and handed it to her.

A cream-colored knitted dress with a cinched waist and a hemline above the knee.

"Is this... a bit too short?"

"It's not too short, it's not too short, you give it a try!"

Wenjing changed into a dress and stood in front of the mirror.

The dress fit perfectly, with a waistline that was just right, and the curves of the chest were clearly defined.

The skirt was indeed a bit short, revealing most of her thighs.

Combined with her quiet yet alluring figure, she's sure to get any man's blood pumping!

Zhao Yanxi looked her up and down, then nodded in satisfaction: "Beautiful!"

Wenjing clutched her skirt, a little uncomfortable: "Isn't it a bit too..."

"No, no!"

Zhao Yanxi interrupted her and took out a necklace from the box and put it on her: "We'll just wrap it in a long down jacket and not let anyone see it."

Having won over Wenjing, Zhao Yanxi began to experiment with herself.

Her bright light blue hair was piled high, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

A burgundy velvet dress with a perfectly low neckline.

The skirt is fitted at the waist and reaches the knee, paired with black ankle boots.

Sexy yet retaining a youthful vivacity...

Zhao Yanxi turned around in front of the mirror and then touched up her lipstick.

Wenjing, standing to the side, couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Yan hope, is it really necessary to be so serious?"

"Of course it's necessary!"

Zhao Yanxi pursed her lips in front of the mirror: "This is the first time we're celebrating his birthday, we have to make sure it's unforgettable!"

A slight smile played on her lips, but she inwardly scoffed.

I don't care what big star you are!

With Wenjing and I teaming up, how could we possibly be a match for them!