novelraw Chapter 35: Brothers can't be lovers!
Chapter 35: Brothers can't be lovers!
Another assessment that damage has been caused?!
Ding Heng's heart sank.
Could it be because of Zhao Yanxi's recent post on WeChat Moments?
I'm going to the restroom.
Ding Heng got up and left his seat, quickly went into the restroom and took out his phone.
I had just clicked on the milk dragon icon when a message from the other party popped up first.
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Image]
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Image]
These are all group photos that Zhao Yanxi posted on her WeChat Moments...
【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: Wow, that's impressive, Ding Heng!
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Why didn't you tell your sister Long that you're dating someone? Are you even a brother?
【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: Good taste! The girl is quite pretty and a wealthy young woman who does cosplay. I heard she's been staying at the Chujiang Hotel for over half a month.
【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: Tsk, could it be because of this that you rushed me to change hotels that day?
【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: Are you afraid I'll find out?
【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: You, you're hiding things from me about your relationship. Do you think I'm the kind of person who would gossip about it everywhere?
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: That's not fair, bro!
The messages kept popping up and scrolling by.
Between the lines, it was Longhe's usual carefree banter, as if he were just gossiping about his brother's new relationship.
Ding Heng could clearly feel the urgency that was almost overflowing from the screen!
That kind of "urgency" that uses dense sentences, exaggerated exclamations, and feigned familiarity in questioning to mask a certain true emotion.
At the same time, the system notifications in his mind accurately recorded every instance of "damage".
【HP: 93%】
【HP: 92%】
【HP: 91%】
……
The numbers slowly decreased until a soft "ding" sounded.
[Ding! The Evil Dragon's HP has dropped below 90%, milestone achieved!]
[Rewards: Divine Merit +1000, Strength Attribute +8, Skill "Dragon's Might" officially activated!]
When the reward was distributed, Ding Heng felt no excitement, only a sense of melancholy.
He never expected that... Long He would have such a big emotional reaction to seeing him taking a photo with another girl, and even be judged by the system as having been "harmed".
He had no desire to complete the mission by harming Long He, no matter what method it was done!
Ding Heng hovered his fingertip over the screen for a moment, then deleted his previous roundabout explanation and typed a single line directly.
Ding Heng: She is not my girlfriend.
Message sent.
Almost instantly, Longhe's continuously decreasing health percentage abruptly stopped at 89% and ceased to fluctuate.
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Then how come you guys... [Milk dragon tilts head in confusion.jpg]
[Ding Heng]: I'm a photographer, she's a cosplayer, I take some photos of her, it's that simple.
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: That's it? [Milk dragon picking its nose.jpg]
Judging from Zhao Yanxi's WeChat Moments, the intimate relationship between Ding Heng and her clearly goes beyond the scope of ordinary photography and cosplay.
Ultimately, all Longhe wanted was a clear denial from Ding Heng.
[Ding Heng]: Long He, you still consider me a brother, right?
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Of course! Is there even a question?
Before Ding Heng could respond, Long He seemed to have activated some kind of "defense mechanism" and began to turn the tables.
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Wait, Ding Heng, why are you suddenly asking this...?
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Do you have any inappropriate thoughts about me, Sister Long? [Milk dragon clutches her chest in terror.jpg]
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: No, no! We worshipped Guan Yu together, we must have reverence for him!
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Brothers can't be lovers!
【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: Do you understand?
The next second, someone who was "talking about respect" sent an emoji—a silly little dragon photoshopped with Guan Yu's red face and long beard, holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade!
Ding Heng chuckled and shook his head.
Pay homage to Lord Guan...
Back then, two little kids, influenced by certain Hong Kong movies, actually sneaked into the Guandi Temple in the old street, and then solemnly knelt down and kowtowed to the Second Master, becoming sworn brothers.
So many years have passed, Ding Heng himself had almost forgotten about it, but he didn't expect Long He to still remember.
[Ding Heng]: Alright, alright, let's talk face to face next time you come back to Xingcheng.
[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: I'm about to board the plane, bye-bye.
[Ding Heng]: Have a safe journey.
Conversation ends.
VIP lounge at Xingcheng International Airport.
A girl was sitting on the sofa by the window.
Her long hair was dyed golden brown, and the hairstyle was not very neat, with a natural slight curl and fluffy feel. A few strands of hair fell on her forehead and cheeks, and her posture was lazy and casual.
She wore a retro-print shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing her defined collarbones and a small silver necklace. Half of the shirt hem was casually tucked into her skirt waistband, while the other half hung out.
She wore a black workwear mini skirt, revealing her long, fair legs crossed beneath the skirt, paired with a pair of thick-soled Martin boots.
She was wearing a pair of black sunglasses that almost covered half of her face, leaving only the lower half visible.
Her jawline was sharp and defined, her nose was high and straight, and her lips were thin and well-shaped. She wasn't wearing lipstick; they just had a natural sheen.
Even when seated, you can tell she's quite tall with a well-proportioned frame. Paired with sunglasses and a slightly aloof outfit, she exudes a cool yet captivating charm.
"Longhe, prepare to board."
A similarly stylish girl of similar age walked over; she was one of Longhe's teammates.
Long He grunted in response, took off his sunglasses, casually put them in his shirt pocket, and prepared to get up.
"Huh!?"
The girl suddenly leaned closer, carefully examining Long He's face, her tone concerned.
"Captain, why are your eyes so red? Did you just... cry?"
Long He paused for a moment, then raised his hand and vigorously rubbed the corner of his eye with his knuckles.
"without."
Her voice was low and hoarse, and her tone was as crisp as ever.
"The airport air conditioning is too strong, it's making my skin a bit dry..."