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

Jiang Yanci asked, puzzled, "Do I have to take my pants off too?"

"No, no, no..."

Ruan Yang stammered a little. Her older brother's skin was a cool-toned white, and his perfectly smooth muscles were dazzlingly beautiful, inexplicably captivating her.

She was unsure where to look.

The older brother usually looks thin, but I didn't expect that when he took off his clothes, his figure was even better than that of the male live streamers on the internet.

Ruan Yang's mind seemed to be editing software, inexplicably playing Jiang Yanci's suggestive videos.

Excuse me!

Ruan Yang's ears visibly steamed, and she said in a muffled voice, "I mean... if you don't like this dress, brother, I won't wear it anymore."

"..." So that's what it meant.

An awkward silence hung in the air.

Just then, Ruan Mingzhu's voice came from the doorway of the training room.

"Sister, are you there?"

Ruan Yang paused, wondering why Ruan Mingzhu was there...

She remembered her mother's instructions at noon.

The Ruan family was reluctant to part with the Jiang family's marriage. Seeing that Ruan Mingzhu and Jiang Zhuo were not going to get married, they wanted Ruan Mingzhu to marry Jiang Yanci. They even gave her a packet of medicine and told her to put it in Jiang Yanci's tea.

The thought of her elder brother being defiled by Ruan Mingzhu made Ruan Yang feel as if Jiang Yanci, who was 1.88 meters tall, had become a delicate flower that needed her protection.

She couldn't let Nguyen Minh Chau succeed!

Ruan Yang quickly took the sweatshirt and tried to help Jiang Yanci put it on.

Mistakes can happen in the midst of chaos.

There was a hissing sound.

The collar of the clothes was torn.

Ruan Yang stared blankly at Jiang Yanci, whose deep V-neck revealed his abs, while her mind automatically played those suggestive videos again.

...No, is the quality of the streetwear brand endorsed by her idol really that bad?

I'm no longer a fan!

"Squeak—"

The door to the practice room opened.

Ruan Mingzhu walked in, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Strange, I clearly saw Ruan Yang walk in just now, but why is no one here?"

-

In the corner, inside a narrow cabinet, two people were seated.

Ruan Yang was extremely annoyed.

She must have had a mental breakdown just now, otherwise why would she have pulled her older brother to hide in the closet?

The closet was too narrow, and the practice clothes were too thin. The body heat of the man behind her kept coming over, making Ruan Yang feel unbearably hot, as if ants were crawling all over her body.

She prayed silently in her heart:

Ruan Mingzhu, please leave quickly, I beg you.

But instead of leaving, Nguyen Minh Chu sat cross-legged on the floor, took out her phone and started playing a movie.

The moment the French dialogue began, Ruan Yang froze.

It was a French film about a male ballet teacher and a female student.

In the movie, the female lead acts coquettishly and cries out in pain.

"Ugh, teacher, my legs are so sore, I can't go on..."

The male lead's voice was deep.

"Only ten minutes, and you can't even keep going? How can you perform on stage with that kind of stamina? Hmm?"

Then came a crisp slap.

"Keep going, don't stop."

……

Ruan Yang's face and neck were burning up.

She and Jiang Yanci had also exchanged these conversations.

But the meanings are completely different.

Fortunately, my older brother doesn't understand French.

Nguyen Yang prayed repeatedly: Nguyen Minh Chau, please go quickly.

But Nguyen Minh Chu was so engrossed in watching that she showed no intention of leaving, and the plot became increasingly intense.

Okay, okay, this is bad.

The meticulously planned scheme has completely fallen apart...

Ruan Yang decided to divert her older brother's attention.

She turned around and mouthed, "Brother, I'm so hot..."

Jiang Yanci: "Just bear with it a little longer."

Ruan Yang had never felt so hot before, and she breathed out hot air.

Jiang Yanci's eyelids twitched slightly.

In the darkness, the younger sister's lips were slightly pouting, appearing even more tender and adorable in the dim light, with a rosy hue.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Immediately, he restrained himself and looked away, his slender hands clenching into fists.

The fragrance of gardenias in the cramped cabinet was incredibly strong.

Like petals soaked in rain all night, they absorbed the moisture and released a deep, sweet fragrance in the enclosed space.

The closer you get to Ruan Yang, the denser the scent becomes, making it hard to breathe.

...He's probably possessed by an evil spirit.

Jiang Yanci moved his hand down one side and took out a lighter from his pocket.

Limited by the confined space, the back of his hand inevitably brushed against Ruan Yang's waist, causing her slender waist to tremble and a soft gasp to escape from her lips.

Shallow and fine.

It looks like a kitten.

Jiang Yanci paused for a moment, then quickly raised his hand, his palm completely covering her lips.

Her lips were very soft.

The touch of her skin against his palm was delicate and tender, carrying a warm, moist scent between his fingers.

Ruan Yang seemed to want to say something, turning her head to look at him. Her lips moved as they brushed against the lines of his palm. In the darkness, her watery eyes were glistening, like black grapes covered in dew.

With just one glance, Jiang Yanci felt his blood rushing to his head.

No, that shouldn't be the case.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was clear.

He held the lighter, and a "click" sounded from inside the wardrobe.

The lighter lit up.

His voice was very low: "Yangyang, get some sleep and forget what happened in the closet."

Ruan Yang paused.

She didn't know why her brother wanted to hypnotize her.

But you can just pretend to be hypnotized.

Her eyes closed slowly, her breathing deliberately becoming even and long, as she leaned her back against Jiang Yanci's chest.

It's so hot!

*

The light from the empty room shone through the gap in the cabinet door, illuminating Jiang Yanci's narrow, downturned eyes.

The lines of dialogue seeped into his ears, one by one.

Yes. Jiang Yanci understood.

His brow twitched.

He then lowered his eyes and glanced at the little girl in his arms, whose breathing was even and shallow.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterflies fluttering their wings.

The fragrance of gardenias lingered around his nose, refusing to dissipate.

Those repressed, dark, and despicable thoughts began to surface at this moment.

They shouldn't have shown their talents.

Ruan Yang is her younger brother's girlfriend.

Even if they have a falling out or a few days of cold war after so many years of relationship, they always make up in the end.

Jiang Yanci knew better than anyone else.

Ruan Yang is soft-hearted; she will forgive Jiang Zhuo as long as he bows his head and admits his mistake.

"Buzzing—"

Nguyen Minh Chu's cell phone suddenly rang.

She quickly turned off the video, and the sound of her footsteps, accompanied by the crisp tapping of her high heels, gradually faded into the distance.

……

The footsteps completely disappeared, and Jiang Yanci, carrying Ruan Yang, walked out of the closet.

A section of pink and white silk headband slipped from her hair and fell to the floor.

The color was very similar to her ballet dress, and it was infused with the fragrance of gardenias, like a crushed flower.

Jiang Yanci's slender fingertips rubbed against the smooth, slightly cool fabric.

He paused for half a second, then bent down and put the hair tie back on Ruan Yang's wrist.

With one thought of hatred, a million barriers are opened.

Each returned to its original position.

This is good for everyone.