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

The living room was dimly lit, but a sliver of light shone through the crack in the bedroom door, falling on Jiang Zhuo's face.

He saw the scene inside the room.

A petite woman was held on her elder brother's lap, her back to the door, so her face was not visible.

Beneath her skirt, two shapely, fair legs hung limply in the air, trembling slightly like willow branches swaying in the wind on the shore of West Lake.

The crying had changed tone, becoming soft and delicate.

With a wet, sobbing voice.

It overflowed indistinctly, as if it were enduring some unbearable torment.

The older brother's hand firmly wrapped around her waist, and he leaned down to kiss the top of her head, his voice deep and resonant.

"Be good, just bear with it a little longer, we're almost there."

Jiang Zhuo's pupils suddenly contracted.

This scene was incredibly impactful.

The girl had long, pink hair tied into pigtails with white lace hair ties, which swayed gently with her sobs.

My older brother actually has a girlfriend?

They look so young?

Jiang Zhuo momentarily forgot the purpose of coming to Crescent Bay, his legs stiffened in place, and he forgot to move.

Until his gaze pierced through the crack in the door and unexpectedly met his older brother's eyes in the bedroom.

Jiang Zhuo panicked and turned to leave.

"Clang!"

In the darkness, he kicked something over, and the porcelain vase fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Ruan Yang flinched in fright at the sound.

Just as she was about to turn around, a large palm clasped the back of her head and gently pressed her back against his chest.

Jiang Yanci's voice rang out from above, "Jiang Zhuo, what are you doing here?"

Ruan Yang's body stiffened.

"Beep beep beep—"

The timer stopped sounded at the same moment.

The tremors stopped abruptly.

Ruan Yang suddenly snapped out of the persistent soreness, slumped in Jiang Yanci's arms, drenched in sweat, tears still streaming down her face.

The fascia gun's timer has finally finished.

Yes, a fascia gun.

This story needs to be told from the beginning.

Ever since Ruan Yang's followers reached 500,000, she posted a status asking everyone what they wanted to see.

The top-rated comment is: "Little Moon, can you cosplay as Little A?"

A is the protagonist of an anime. She appears to be an ordinary high school girl, but is actually a magical girl who saves the world.

Ruan Yang specially bought a pink twin-tail wig, a high school girl uniform, and a magical girl outfit.

Little A has a signature transformation move:

Falling from a height, the body is almost parallel to the ground, completing a 720-degree mid-air rotation.

...It's a bit difficult.

After get off work, Ruan Yang stayed alone in the dance studio.

I fell onto the mat as many times as I practiced.

When Jiang Yanci came to pick her up to go home, his hand accidentally landed on her knee, causing her to flinch in pain, which revealed the injury on her leg.

Now that we've been discovered...

Ruan Yang then tugged at his sleeve and pleaded, "Will you practice with me?"

Good news: The operation is complete.

In the picture, the little girl has pink, slightly curled pigtails. As she spins, her cake-like skirt draws a perfect arc in the air, making her look like she stepped out of an anime, even her hair is dyed with gold.

Bad news: She strained a muscle.

The video of what happens before the costume change hasn't been filmed yet.

Jiang Yanci wouldn't let her continue no matter what, and directly carried her into the bedroom, pulling out the fascia gun.

Ruan Yang had the privilege of experiencing this before.

Upon seeing the black device in his hand, I turned and tried to run away.

Jiang Yanci pulled the person back with one hand, pressed them onto his lap, and said in a tone that left no room for negotiation: "Don't dodge, or it will hurt even more tomorrow."

As soon as the fascia gun was applied to her calf and started vibrating, Ruan Yang's whole body tensed up.

The pain exploded from deep within my muscles, and my eyes instantly turned red.

"It hurts, stop..."

Tears soaked her little face; she looked so pitiful.

Jiang Yanci, however, did not soften his heart.

The black gun tip massaged her legs in circles, gradually loosening her tense muscles, ignoring her cries and screams.

Having no other choice, Ruan Yang leaned forward to kiss him, pleading indistinctly, "Please, don't continue..."

Jiang Yanci lowered his eyes and glanced at the sweaty little girl in his arms, his gaze darkening.

Her pleas for mercy did not stop him; instead, they stirred up something that had been weighing on his heart.

He twitched his knuckles and pressed the intensity up setting.

The little girl's face suddenly turned pale.

She collapsed back onto his lap, completely exhausted, her eyes glazed over from the pain.

Foam roller stretching is already excruciating enough, but a massage gun amplifies that soreness a hundredfold.

The vibrating gun barrel ground against the muscles and fascia, like being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Ruan Yang grabbed his wrist, her voice hoarse from crying, sobbing and begging, "It's no good, it'll break..."

……

Neither Ruan Yang nor Jiang Yanci expected this.

Jiang Zhuo chose this time to come to Crescent Bay.

At this moment, she leaned weakly against Jiang Yanci's chest, the lingering effects of the fascia gun still making her body tremble slightly.

In Jiang Zhuo's eyes, it was naturally interpreted as something else entirely.

Jiang Zhuo blushed and hurriedly looked away, saying, "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know you had guests... I'll leave now."

"She's not a guest," Jiang Yanci corrected, "She's your sister-in-law."

Oh, so it's your sister-in-law.

……and many more.

When the last two words hit him, Jiang Zhuo's mind went blank.

Big, big, big sister-in-law?

He was so shocked that he couldn't help but raise his eyes again.

This time, he saw his elder brother bending down to gather the woman's layers of lace skirt, and asking in a low voice, "Can you still stand up?"

Jiang Zhuo's eyelids twitched.

Is this something he can hear?

The girl gently shook her head, her pink pigtails swaying slightly, making her look even younger.

He looks like he's just come of age.

Jiang Zhuo suddenly remembered what Xia Weier had said in the group chat before—

She said her older brother was kissing a young girl in the car, and that some people were stirring up trouble because the old house was on fire.

He didn't believe it at the time, but after witnessing it with his own eyes, he realized that what was said was true.

Jiang Zhuo's gaze fell on that slender figure, a hint of curiosity rising within him.

What kind of goddess or fairy could make my elder brother's heart flutter?

Upon closer inspection, the figure from behind looked somewhat familiar.

But that faint sense of familiarity was completely washed away by the striking pink hair.

On the other side, Jiang Yanci saw that Ruan Yang's legs were so weak that he put her down on the bed.

Two slender legs lay on the dark bed sheet, making her skin appear even whiter and more like jade.

"Wait a moment, I need to talk to Xiao Zhuo," Jiang Yanci said.

Ruan Yang lowered his head and nodded.

After realizing that Yao Jinzhi did not object to them being together, Ruan Yang decided not to hide it from anyone anymore.

I was just tortured half to death by the fascia gun, and my clothes are sticking to my body with sweat. I don't even have the strength to speak.

Jiang Zhuo coughed awkwardly, "Big brother, I don't have anything important to say, you and sister-in-law can continue..."

"No need, the massage is over."

"……massage?"

Jiang Zhuo raised her eyes slightly and saw her elder brother stand up with his clothes intact, put the black fascia gun back in its original position, and still had that aloof and serene appearance.

Jiang Zhuo: "..."

Okay, he misunderstood.

But you can't entirely blame him.

The woman's sobbing was just too delicate.

How can someone be so delicate?

It's just a fascia gun, how could it hurt that much?

...It's not that there aren't any.

Ruan Yang is one of them.

During his freshman year of college, Jiang Zhuo bought a fascia gun.

Zhou Shiji and the others were at the KTV at the time.

Ruan Yang curiously tried it on her calf, and the pain made her weak and her eyes misty; she looked pitiful beyond words.

Jiang Zhuo never liked her crying, so he made up an excuse to have the driver take her home first.

Back in the private room, I saw that a few of my brothers had gone to the restroom and didn't come back for a while.

After they came back, they took turns trying to persuade him to break up with his girlfriend.

"Ruan Yang is too spoiled. A Zhuo, you deserve better."

"Yeah, I've never seen anyone cry like that after using a massage gun."

Jiang Zhuo's heart suddenly stirred at the mention of Ruan Yang.

The woman's back view in front of me... looks so much like Ruan Yang.

That vague, unsettling feeling resurfaced.

He couldn't quite articulate what he suspected, but instinctively he pulled out his phone, stood in the dimly lit living room of Moon Bay, and dialed Ruan Yang's number—