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

In front of the full-length mirror, Ruan Yang was stretching her legs.

She was thinking about the video script and the sequence of actions at the same time.

She was so focused on her practice that she didn't even notice the footsteps behind her.

Until a pair of hands landed on her waist.

The warmth of my palms was clearly felt through the thin training clothes as I ironed myself.

She suddenly looked up, her gaze meeting her brother's dark eyes in the mirror.

My heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, that dream resurfaced.

In my dream, my brother pressed me down on the leg stretcher in front of the mirror, his breath so close it was almost scalding.

She instinctively sensed a hint of danger, nervously swallowed, and frantically tried to put her legs down.

But Jiang Yanci pressed down on her waist, not with much force, but firmly restraining her.

"continue."

Ruan Yang's body trembled, and her voice was a little weak: "...They're still recording videos."

"If you don't warm up properly, you'll get injured."

He smiled, his long, slender fingers brushing against her sweaty nose, his voice low: "What is Yangyang thinking about?"

Ruan Yang felt a burning sensation in her ears and quickly looked away, focusing on stretching her ligaments.

Common flexibility movements in ballet include the vertical split and the hip stretch.

Ruan Yang planned to start with the most basic horizontal split today, and explained her plan to Jiang Yanci.

After listening, Jiang Yanci frowned slightly: "You mean, you want to teach children how to soften their muscles in a video?"

"Yes."

"Flexibility training requires professional guidance. What if something goes wrong if parents take their children to practice without proper guidance? Even in a reputable institution, if the teacher is not careful and applies too much force, it could cause lifelong paralysis for the child." His tone was calm, but his words carried a heavy weight.

Ruan Yang's face turned pale instantly.

"...I didn't think that much about it. Then we won't record today."

Jiang Yanci didn't mean to scare her. It's just that she was too naive and unaware of the wickedness in human nature.

He added gently, "You can demonstrate the movements, but don't mention teaching."

Ruan Yang's eyes lit up: "Great!"

At the beginning, she demonstrated several movements that could be completed without assistance, with graceful postures and smooth lines.

Jiang Yanci was only allowed to step forward when assistance was needed.

Only then did Ruan Yang take a serious look at him in the mirror.

The older brother was wearing a black and red casual suit, the same one she had bought from her idol's trendy brand.

The loose sleeveless design clearly revealed his well-defined broad shoulders and muscular arms, his skin glowing a cool white under the light.

He lowered his head and pressed his palm against her ankle.

A few strands of her usually tucked-back hair fell down, obscuring her sharp brow bone.

In that instant, it felt as if I had returned to the time when my older brother was still in college.

Back then, Ruan Yang loved to pester Jiang Yan to leave Tsinghua University, pretending that she had also absorbed the aura of a top student.

The last movement is hip stomping.

Ruan Yang lay on her back on the exercise mat, slowly spreading her legs to the sides, with her calves and thighs at a 90-degree angle, and her body perpendicular to her thighs.

This posture fully opens up the hips, and a slight soreness seeps up along the joints.

Jiang Yanci held onto the training bar, his feet resting on either side of her hips.

He had practiced with her for so long that he had mastered the precise control of his strength, ensuring that each strike was just within the limits she could bear.

After a period of recovery training, Ruan Yang's flexibility has improved a lot, and she no longer feels pain.

But it's still sour.

It felt like someone was slowly rubbing a fine needle into my bones, inch by inch, causing a tingling and swollen sensation.

Jiang Yanci felt the little girl's slight trembling beneath his feet, his gaze remaining calm as he slowly counted, "1001, 1002..."

This is just a demonstration; we don't need too many sets.

He glanced down at Ruan Yang, who was already sweating: "Want more?"

Ruan Yang rarely gets to practice his hips on his own. His teacher once said that if you don't practice your basic skills for a day, you'll know it; if you don't practice for two days, the audience will know it.

She bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly: "...Yes."

Another half hour passed, and Ruan Yang was trembling all over.

Jiang Yanci then stopped, bent down and helped her up: "Does it hurt a lot?"

"fine."

"Let me massage it for you."

He walked to his phone, decisively ended the recording, then picked her up and sat her down on the piano bench, squatting down to massage the ligaments in her legs.

Throughout the entire incident, he did not engage in any intimate behavior in front of the camera.

His expression was so indifferent, as if he were doing something perfectly normal.

Ruan Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself that she was probably overthinking things.

That was just a dream after all.

She shouldn't have thought so badly of her older brother.

She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and relaxed as she enjoyed Jiang Yanci's massage, just like before.

His hands are big and strong; they hurt terribly when you press down on them, but feel incredibly good afterwards.

She used to yell and scream, complaining that he had hurt her.

But now that she's gained wisdom, she endures the pain by pursing her lips.

Only when he couldn't hold back any longer would he let out a soft groan or two.

Gradually, she realized something was wrong.

The older brother's hand... has changed position.

Ruan Yang held her breath, not daring to open her eyes.

She was afraid she was mistaken, and that it was normal to accidentally touch something during a massage.

But as that clear sensation came again and again, with a clear intention, her back suddenly tensed up.

She could no longer pretend not to know and suddenly opened her eyes.

In the mirror, she met Jiang Yanci's deep gaze, as dark as unyielding ink, faintly revealing a beastly danger.

Ruan Yang was startled and quickly pulled her leg back.

"Brother, you don't need to help me anymore, I need to go edit the video..."

Jiang Yanci chuckled softly: "Calling me 'brother' again?"

He tilted his head back, kissed the little girl on the piano bench, and said in a low, husky voice, "I'll have someone edit the video."

Immediately, his large palm firmly grasped her ankle.

"Now it's Yangyang's turn to help her brother."