"Bro, sit over here."
Seeing his older brother still near the bedroom door, Du Heng waved for him to sit down next to the burning dish of white spirit.
Du Ping's face was still filled with resentment as he looked at Du Heng, but his emotions were less angry than before, now within a reasonable range.
Clutching his side, Du Ping slowly walked over to Du Heng. Just as he was about to sit down, Du Heng said, "Hold on, take off your clothes first."
Du Ping frowned. "Why take them off? Can't I just lift this side up?"
"Your clothes are so thick and tight. How could you lift them? Besides, even if you did, wouldn't they be uncomfortably constricting?"
As he spoke, Du Heng reached out and started pulling Du Ping's clothes off.
Du Ping had no choice but to comply, allowing Du Heng to remove half of his clothing and completely expose his side.
