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Chapter 266 Being a Good Sister (Part 2)

early morning.

Bai Ma opened her eyes groggily and saw a man's muscular chest.

Ding Heng was still asleep, and Bai Ma didn't dare to move. She quietly looked at Ding Heng, her heart racing again, and then quickly looked away.

You can't look, you can't look, you can't look!

Watching it will make you overthink, and overthinking will make you feel bad.

Just as I was hypnotizing myself, I heard a soft laugh from above.

"Have you seen enough?"

Bai Ma suddenly raised her head and met Ding Heng's ambiguous smile.

"Who, who's looking at you!"

She stammered, her face burning hot.

Ding Heng didn't expose her, but reached out and patted her head.

Are you hungry?

"good----"

"Then get up and have breakfast."

Ding Heng threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom, where the sound of running water could be heard.

Baima slowly sat up and tidied her disheveled long hair.

What the hell?

She looked down at herself.

The nurse's skirt was wrinkled, and the stockings were torn in several places.

She wore this outfit last night and was held by Ding Heng while sleeping all night.

Bai Ma blushed again and quickly got out of bed to go to the dressing room to change her clothes.

When she came out again, Ding Heng had already gone downstairs to have breakfast.

Sister Jiang isn't here; she must have finished grocery shopping and hasn't come back yet.

Baima walked over, sat down, and took a sip of milk.

"Where's Sister Jiang?"

"They've gone out."

Ding Heng suddenly reached out and pulled Bai Ma into his arms, holding her tightly. Then he scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

"Good boy, open your mouth."

"W-What are you doing?!"

"I'll feed you."

Ding Heng spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and Bai Ma blushed again.

"I... I can eat by myself—"

I want to feed you.

Ding Heng handed the spoon forward: "Hurry up, my arm is getting tired."

Unable to break free, Baima had no choice but to open her mouth.

The warm white porridge was soft, sticky, and sweet when it was put into the mouth.

Ding Heng scooped up another spoonful, this time adding a little bit of side dish, and placed it on top of the porridge before handing it over.

Baima obediently opened her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

Ding Heng fed him very slowly, one spoonful at a time, without rushing or getting impatient.

Occasionally, some porridge would spill from Baima's mouth, and he would take a tissue to wipe it off for her, his actions natural and attentive.

Pema felt uncomfortable after eating breakfast.

It feels... very strange.

It felt like being cared for as a child, or like being fed a small pet.

She couldn't explain it.

Anyway—it's pretty good.

After breakfast, Baima sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugging a cushion, and listlessly scrolled through her phone.

Ding Heng stepped forward and asked, "Are you planning to go out this morning?"

"Probably not, brother, is something the matter?"

"Come with me to the movies."

"What are you looking at?"

"casual."

Ding Heng turned and walked towards the media room, and Bai Ma put down her phone and followed him.

As he reached the door, Ding Heng suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

"Go change your clothes."

Baima blinked.

"Changed again?"

"Um.

""

Ding Heng said calmly, "That gymnastics outfit from last night was nice, so I'll wear that one."

"Why wear a gymnastics outfit to the movies?!"

"Who says you can't wear a leotard to the movies?"

Ding Heng gave a half-smile, "Go and change!"

Baima gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran upstairs.

When she came down, she was wearing the same gymnastics outfit as yesterday, with white over-the-knee stockings tightly covering her legs.

She lowered her head, her face flushed.

Ding Heng looked him up and down and nodded in satisfaction.

"Come in."

The two entered the audiovisual room one after the other.

With a click, the door was locked from the inside.

Ding Heng lay down on the sofa bed and patted the spot next to him.

Bai Ma obediently sat down and was once again pulled into Ding Heng's arms, her soft body completely enveloped.

Ding Heng rested his chin on the top of her head, wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and picked up the remote control with the other to start selecting a movie.

Baima remained frozen in his arms.

"relax."

Ding Heng gently patted Bai Ma's waist.

Bai Ma slowly relaxed, leaning her entire weight against Ding Heng, and her short legs, covered in white silk, gradually unfolded.

The movie started playing; it was an old film with a dark color palette and melodious background music.

Bai Ma couldn't concentrate at all; all her attention was on Ding Heng's hands.

The hand rested on her waist, the thumb gently stroking her ribs.

Sometimes it will slowly slide down to the lower back, and after a gentle press, it will slowly slide back down.

Sometimes my hand would slide down to her lower abdomen, and I would press my palm against her flat stomach and gently massage it.

Bai Ma remained silent until Ding Heng's fingertips touched the lower part of her abdomen, at which point she let out a questioning nasal sound.

Then Ding Heng withdrew his hand and placed it back on her waist.

Baima let out a long breath, unsure whether it was relief or disappointment.

The movie was still playing, but her attention was completely off the screen.

She felt as if Ding Heng was playing with some interesting toy, and his actions towards her became increasingly aggressive.

Bai Ma's face was burning hot.

She dared not move or make a sound, and could only obediently nestle in his arms, letting him do as he pleased.

Halfway through the movie, Ding Heng withdrew his hand from Bai Ma's thigh and wrapped it around her waist again.

"Tired?"

"N-No, nothing—"

"Then let's keep watching."

Ding Heng rested his chin on her head and continued watching the movie.

Before Bai Ma's heartbeat could calm down, Ding Heng suddenly exerted force and lifted her up.

At this moment, Baima could clearly feel the outline of Ding Heng's thick thighs.

"Brother~"

"No need to move, I can do it myself."

"good----"

Baima responded softly and obediently maintained the posture.

As I stepped out of the home theater, the sunlight was just right.

Baima stood by the pool, wearing a pink and white one-piece swimsuit.

The fabric was thin and clung to the body, outlining the youthful lines. The two white over-the-knee stockings were replaced with a pair of transparent thin ones, making the legs look slender and smooth.

-

"Get down."

Ding Heng was already soaking in the pool and waved to her.

Baima took a deep breath and slowly walked into the water.

The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

She walked to Ding Heng's side, and as soon as she stood still, the familiar large hand once again wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her over.

Caught off guard, Bai Ma threw herself into Ding Heng's arms, splashing water everywhere.

"Brother!"

"I'll teach you how to swim."

"I can swim!"

"You call that swimming?"

Ding Heng chuckled, supporting her waist with one hand and holding her hand with the other: "Even a doggy paddle is more standard than yours."

Baima pursed her lips, offering no rebuttal.

Who teaches their little sister to swim and makes her wear stockings?

Ding Heng began teaching.

It's called teaching, but just as Baima guessed, it's nothing more than openly taking advantage of others.

"Straighten your legs."

Bai Ma obediently stretched out her legs, her white silk-clad feet gently patting the water's surface.

"Push harder."

Baima added weight.

"No, it's the thigh muscles that are working, not the calves."

Ding Heng slid his hand from her lower abdomen to her thigh, patted it, and said, "Let's do it again."

Baima gritted her teeth and started again.

Ding Heng's hand lingered on Bai Ma's thigh for a long time.

Sometimes, after playing with long legs for so long, it's quite interesting to see short legs being manipulated. "Continue."

Baima continued kicking her legs and shouted irritably.

"Brother!"

"Um?"

"Are you going to teach me how to swim or not?"

"Otherwise what?"

"oh----"

Baima swallowed her words and continued kicking her legs with her head down.

Ding Heng's hand slid up to her thigh, his thumb gently caressing the inside of her thigh.

Baima's breathing became increasingly erratic, and her legs began to weaken.

"Tired?"

"Um----"

"Then let's take a break."

Ding Heng scooped her up and let her lean against him.

Bai Ma pressed her back against Ding Heng's chest, feeling the man's strong and powerful heartbeat.

Ding Heng did not make any further excessive moves, but he did not retract his hand either.

After a moment of silence, Baima couldn't help but speak again.

"Brother."

"Um.

""

"What exactly are you—"

Baima had absolutely no idea what to say.

"What exactly is it?"

"It's nothing."

Baima shook her head, turned around and buried her face in his shoulder, muttering something softly.

"Pervert—Brother."

Ding Heng chuckled softly and stopped teasing her.

The sunlight moved slowly, and the water surface rippled with shimmering light.

As evening approached, the sunlight began to shift westward.

Ding Heng drove, and Bai Ma sat in the passenger seat, wearing a new outfit.

Twin ponytails, beret, blazer, pleated skirt, lace mid-calf socks, round-toed leather shoes — exuding a demure and ascetic charm.

So well-behaved, so soft, so sweet.

Pema felt extremely uncomfortable: "Brother, I'm already a university student, isn't it a bit inappropriate for me to wear this?"

"fine."

"But I want to dress more maturely."

"This set is already quite mature for you."

Ding Heng stared straight ahead, his tone calm.

"But----"

"Would you like to upgrade your graphics card and screen?"

Baima, shut up obediently.

The car came to a stop in the mall's underground parking garage.

The two took the elevator to the first floor. Baima followed Ding Heng, and the two held hands with their fingers interlocked.

Bai Ma's heart was racing, and she secretly glanced at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng's expression was natural, as if it were perfectly normal for "brother and sister" to hold hands and go on a date.

"Is there anything you'd like to buy?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to go shopping at the mall, brother?"

"Since I've got nothing to do at home anyway, I'll just show you around. If you don't have any ideas, then I'll let you have your way!"

Ding Heng led Bai Ma into a children's clothing store.

The sales assistant came up to us with a big smile.

"Sir, here you go—"

She glanced at Baima, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Ding Heng replied naturally, "It's my younger sister."

"Oh—are you buying clothes for your sister? This way, please."

The sales assistant then began introducing various types of clothing.

Bai Ma reluctantly accepted the identity of "younger sister" and obediently followed Ding Heng's side.

Ding Heng was already circling in front of the clothes rack, picked up a light blue dress, and held it up against Bai Ma.

"Try this one."

Baima took it and went into the fitting room.

After changing, stand in front of the mirror.

Ding Heng looked him up and down and nodded.

"I'll take this one."

He then picked up a white lace shirt and a dark gray pleated skirt.

"Let's try this one too."

Baima obediently changed.

One after another.

Ding Heng would always just glance at it, nod, and say "I'll take it" – it was the same routine every time.

The sales assistant was all smiles, but Baima felt increasingly guilty.

"Brother, that's enough, that's enough—"

"What's the rush?"

Ding Heng then picked up a light pink sweatshirt dress: "Try this one too."

Pema gritted her teeth and continued changing.

As Ding Heng left the children's clothing store, he had several bags in his left hand.

Baima was furious—that brat was definitely doing it on purpose!

She had no shortage of clothes, yet Ding Heng took her to buy children's clothes just to humiliate her!

"Brother—where to next?"

"I'll give you a new hairstyle."

Ding Heng then led her into a styling studio.

Tony greeted us with a warm smile.

"Sir, would you like to style our daughter's hair?"

He was clearly no more cautious than the sales assistant, speaking off the cuff.

"Hmm—it's my younger sister."

"I'm sorry, right? —"

Teacher Tony quickly apologized and then took a closer look at Ding Heng and Bai Ma.

Ding Heng didn't mind and pressed Bai Ma into a chair.

"Cut it shorter, curl it inwards, trim the bangs, and give it that well-behaved look."

"Brother! I'm a college student—"

Baima tried to resist.

"Um?"

Ding Heng stared at him sternly.

"oh----"

Baima deflated and shut her mouth.

Tony eventually followed Ding Heng's advice, the scissors snipping away as stray hairs slipped from Bai Ma's shoulders.

Pema looked at Ding Heng in the mirror; he was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, looking relaxed.

More than half an hour later, Tony put down the scissors, dried her hair with a hairdryer, and applied some hair oil.

"Okay, take a look."

Baima looked in the mirror.

Her hair was cut short, just to her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled inwards. Her bangs were trimmed thin, revealing a pair of big, round eyes.

She looks very well-behaved.

"You stinky brother, are you satisfied now!"

Baima turned to look at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng came up behind Bai Ma and looked her up and down in the mirror.

"good."

"good?"

Bai Ma pouted.

"So cute."

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair.

Baima gave a soft hum, no longer so disgusted, and even began to accept it willingly.

He realized that Ding Heng was showing her through his actions that she should honestly be a good "little sister".

After leaving the styling studio, the two strolled around for a while longer.

When passing by an ice cream shop, Baima stopped.

"Brother, I want to eat."

Ding Heng bought a strawberry-flavored ice cream cone and handed it to her.

"tasty."

Baima took it, added a sip, and then began to think.

What should a well-behaved little sister do at this time?

Three seconds later, she held up the ice cream cone and handed it to Ding Heng: "Brother, have a taste."

Ding Heng lowered his head and took a bite of the spot that Bai Ma had licked; it was very sweet!

"What kind of graphics card and monitor do you want to buy?"

"I'll send you the link when I get back."

"I'll let it go this month, but you're not allowed to spend money recklessly next month."

"No way!"

"well----"

Finally, Ding Heng let out a helpless sigh, and Bai Ma seemed to gradually understand something.

The two strolled slowly through the mall.

Bai Ma was led by Ding Heng's hand and obediently followed beside him.

Occasionally, someone would glance back at them and couldn't help but speculate about their relationship.

A strange feeling welled up in Baima's heart.

It seems like this is how the relationship between the two should be.

After shopping, the two returned to their car.

Pema leaned back in her chair and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Brother————"

"Um?"

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Because I treat you like a younger sister."

"Just because of that?"

"Otherwise what?"

Ding Heng shifted gears and reminded him, "Fasten your seatbelts, we're going home."

Bai Ma said "Oh" and obediently fastened her seatbelt.

The car drove out of the garage and merged into the traffic.

Bai Ma was still thinking about what Ding Heng had just said.

"Because I treat you like a younger sister."

She couldn't quite describe the feeling.

Disappointed yet relieved.

Disappointingly, Ding Heng seemed to genuinely only see her as a younger sister.

Fortunately, the so-called "younger sister" seems to be a little different.

It seems Wen Shu was right!

Only if she behaves well as a younger sister will Ding Heng keep rewarding her.

Who knows, maybe one day in the future, the rewards will be upgraded!

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