Paradox H - ☆, Overt and Covert

Ling Sinan had been dancing street dance for two and a half years, but she had never been so out of control as she was today.
A scorching gaze was fixed on her back. Through the mirror in the dance studio, she could see the boy leaning against the mirror, his slender hands resting on the barre, staring intently at her figure.
His eyes were fixed on her, burning with desire, making her feel a surge of heat within her as well.
She had never imagined that her younger brother would watch her dance like this before.
Because this has always been her secret.
Even her second uncle didn't know that when she used to go out to practice dancing, she always said she was going to Duan Chengcheng for tutoring.
There was no other reason to hide it; it was just that his second uncle, Bo Bi, was rather conservative, and many of the street dance moves were not always acceptable to him.
She felt this was another side of herself, but she really liked herself when she was street dancing.
It can unleash the rebellious spirit suppressed within one's own nature, and pursue freedom and unrestrained expression.
It's not elegant ballet, not subtle classical dance, not Latin dance that emphasizes partner coordination, but independent, free-flowing street dance that can be explosive at times and has a strong sense of rhythm at others.
Now, being watched by him like this, it felt as if another side of me had been brutally exposed before him, leaving me nowhere to hide.
Ling Qingyuan looked at his sister in the mirror.
That was a Ling Sinan he had never seen before.
He had once imagined how alluring his sister would be if she knew how to dance, given her figure.
But he never expected that Ling Sinan's choice would be street dance, which had nothing to do with her pure and gentle appearance.
With her hands placed on her fair abdomen, her waist and hips swayed to the rhythm of the music, and wild waves of heat emanated from her navel, making it impossible to look away.
She tucked her bangs behind her ear and tossed them across her forehead, turning her head to the rhythm of the drumbeats. Half of her smooth, waterfall-like hair fell loosely, obscuring half of her eyes and brows. The remaining half exuded both an arrogant allure and an unparalleled wildness, like an untamed steed, arrogantly trampling over those who overestimated themselves.
When she's sexy, she's truly sexy; every curve of her body speaks volumes, like her restless red lips that beckon a kiss.
When she explodes, she truly unleashes her full power, every dance move is taut on the verge of breaking through, the force so intense that it's impossible to look away.
Ling Qingyuan appears aloof and cold on the surface, but in private, his heart is pounding and his mouth is dry.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
“Your sister loves to dance, and she’s very talented at it.” Hearing Duan Chengcheng’s words, Ling Qingyuan frowned slightly. The thought that his sister had been able to enjoy such close and private access to another man years ago made him more and more agitated.
“However… she said she wouldn’t choose to continue dancing.” Duan Chengcheng continued, looking at the dancers moving in front of the mirror.
Ling Qingyuan raised an eyebrow, finally taking a moment to listen to what Duan Chengcheng had to say.
"Because street dance doesn't make money," Duan Chengcheng chuckled. "She's afraid she won't be able to support herself."
The boy's mind was gripped by a single sentence.
"Isn't it ridiculous? Your Ling family is so rich, yet your sister is worried about not being able to support herself." Duan Chengcheng turned his head and fixed his gaze on Ling Qingyuan's face: "As a pampered young master of the Ling family, don't you need to worry about your future?"
Ling Qingyuan's gaze remained fixed on his sister, though she only glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, without responding to his question.
But Duan Chengcheng didn't care whether he responded or not.
“I told her not to go back, and I also told her that she could live with me in the future, but she refused without even thinking about it.”
The wrinkles between Ling Qingyuan's brows deepened.
“She rejected my kindness but went back to the Ling family to suffer the cold treatment of those who favored boys over girls. I really don’t understand what she was thinking.” Duan Chengcheng shrugged. “However, you really are an unexpected surprise—I never knew she had a younger brother who cared about her so much.”
“Now that you know…” Ling Qingyuan finally spoke, “Then from now on, stay away from my sister. I’ll take care of her; you don’t need to meddle.”
"You're just her brother," Duan Chengcheng laughed gleefully. "And a relative from a dysfunctional family at that. After your sister gets into university... how do you plan to take care of her? Will your parents agree?"
"Don't take yourself too seriously, little brother Ling Qingyuan."
Ling Qingyuan's hand, which was originally gripping the barre behind him, slowly clenched into a fist.
Half an hour later, today's rehearsal ended.
Sweat beaded on Ling Sinan's forehead and chin, sliding down her shoulders and soaking into the cotton fabric of her vest as she walked.
She picked up a towel hanging on the barre, wiping the sweat from her face as she walked towards the two of them.
Ling Qingyuan was about to exchange a few tender words with his sister when Ling Sinan bypassed him and walked in front of Duan Chengcheng first.
She tilted her head to wipe her wetness, glancing at Duan Chengcheng with her almond-shaped eyes and asking, "Are you feeling any better?"
Ling Qingyuan felt a bit aggrieved at being ignored by his older sister.
Duan Chengcheng, spoiled and arrogant, subconsciously glanced at the sulking boy on his left, raised his chin and said, "He probably won't be able to see anyone for a while."
"Will it affect the performance?" she asked hastily.
Duan Chengcheng almost choked on his saliva. "Nannan, is this the kind of thing you care about?" He heard a boy's soft laughter behind her.
Ling Sinan pursed her lips shyly, "No, it's just that I was worried about your injuries. After all, it was my brother who did this, and I feel really guilty." At this point, Ling Sinan added, "How about I treat you to dinner tonight as an apology, and then I'll buy you some medicine to take home. If possible, you can also see a doctor while you're at it."
Ling Qingyuan's breathing was unsteady, and his state of mind was even more unstable.
That punch really got me into trouble; I blame myself for being so impulsive.
"When did you start being so polite to me?"
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want it or not?"
"Yes, let's go!"
Four people sat in a hot pot restaurant, the hot pot broth just beginning to bubble.
Ling Sinan and Duan Chengcheng were joking around as usual. Ling Qingyuan looked at his sister, and Liu Shuang looked at Ling Qingyuan. It was a strange scene.
"Haha, Auntie really said that?"
“Yes, Shuang can testify.” Duan Chengcheng brought up Liu Shuang, who was sitting next to him: “My mom also said that if you were really bullied in the Ling family, we would be your family and you should come back immediately. If you don’t come back, Liu Shuang and I will go to the Ling family and kidnap you.”
Ling Qingyuan sat to the side with a calm expression. Duan Chengcheng glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and realized that this guy was really good at enduring things, and he was actually quite composed.
Duan Chengcheng kept provoking Ling Qingyuan with things that only they knew in the past, just to test what this so-called "younger brother" really felt about Ling Sinan. But now that Ling Qingyuan had calmed down, it seemed that testing him was not so simple.
He neither retreated nor advanced rashly, his thoughts were so deep that he didn't seem like a sixteen-year-old boy at all.
Duan Chengcheng plans to take another 10%.
Pick up a piece of squid roll and put it into Ling Sinan's bowl.
"Your favorite."
Ling Sinan truly loves squid rolls.
With a relaxed smile, he straightened his chopsticks and dipped them into the bowl.
Then suddenly his expression froze and he stopped abruptly.
"What's wrong?" Duan Chengcheng also noticed her unusual behavior.
"No...it's nothing." Ling Sinan forced a smile and subtly pressed her hand against her leg.
—Ling Qingyuan's fingertips.
—He reached under her skirt.
"Don't you like it, sister?"
He smiled, looking completely innocent.

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