Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Ding Heng met Yang Sijie's gaze and spoke calmly.

"We all prosper together, and we all suffer together!"

Chapter 132: 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, looked up at him, and asked, "Did my mom just call you?"

Ding Heng nodded: "Mm."

What did you say?

Long He frowned slightly, his tone wary: "Could it be that she gave 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 you have such a vivid imagination? Auntie just wanted to catch up with me."

"Really?"

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

"Go away, 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 change it then. 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 indeed never hidden 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 collarbone.

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 very slender, but not in a skinny way. There was a thin layer of soft flesh on the side of her waist, which would leave a faint mark when tucked into her skirt.

Further down, the arc widens abruptly.

Her hips were round and perky, wrapped in tight leggings that outlined a full silhouette.

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

Longhe bent down to pick it up, the soft flesh at the base of his thighs slightly squeezed together, gleaming with an ivory-like luster.

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, her chest being pushed up in a full arc.

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 down, 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 fantasizing. 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.

"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 contacts? 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!"

Jin Canya slammed the door shut.

Long He froze on the spot and roared 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 a birthday greeting right at midnight?"