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

He took a deep breath, suppressing the lustful desire in his lower abdomen: "Where is Hua Yue?"

Wenjing whispered, "She...she drove to the comic convention alone..."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Are you just going to ignore her like this?"

Both of them lowered their heads at the same time, feeling ashamed, extremely ashamed.

Ding Heng ordered, "Yan hope, go change your clothes first. It's still early, let's go out for a stroll and buy some things."

Zhao Yanxi pouted, but obediently got out of bed.

As she passed by Ding Heng, she didn't forget to give him a flirtatious wink before quickly slipping out of the master bedroom, leaving Ding Heng both amused and exasperated.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yanxi changed back into her original work clothes, and the three of them went out together.

The door closed, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

After confirming that the room was completely quiet, the wardrobe door was pushed open, and Hua Qing slowly emerged.

Her hair was messy, and Saber's dress was wrinkled in the cramped space. The neckline of her white strapless top was a little crooked, revealing a small section of her collarbone.

He collapsed onto the bed, sprawled out in a starfish position, panting heavily.

While relieved that she hadn't been discovered, she couldn't help but mutter a complaint under her breath.

"Scumbag..."

"abnormal……"

"You made me hide in the closet for so long..."

As she complained, a bitter feeling welled up in Hua Qing's heart.

According to Ding Heng, she was his "girlfriend," and they had called each other "husband" repeatedly.

Why should she have to hide in the closet whenever other women come back?

Like a mistress...

noon.

When Ding Heng and the other two returned, Hua Qing had already changed back into her everyday clothes and was leaning against the window, staring blankly at the street scene of Rongcheng.

"Sister Hua Qing!"

Zhao Yanxi rushed in enthusiastically: "How long have you been back? Have you eaten yet?"

Hua Qing turned her head, glanced guiltily at Ding Heng, and then looked away.

"I haven't eaten yet."

"Perfect, perfect!"

Zhao Yanxi held up the bag in her hand: "We packed some snacks to take back. Egg pancakes! A Chengdu specialty! You should try them, eating one or two won't make you fat."

"Thank you."

Hua Qing nodded, not refusing Zhao Yanxi's kindness.

She ate while keeping an eye on the three people in the living room.

Ding Heng leaned back on the sofa, flipping through the photos in his camera.

Zhao Yanxi leaned closer, resting her head against his shoulder, and chattered away, commenting on something.

Wenjing sat on the other side, fiddling with the panda plush toy in her arms, occasionally interjecting with a comment.

The three of them were bickering and arguing, creating a scene that was almost painfully harmonious.

After staring at it for a while, Hua Qing couldn't help but start imagining.

If she hadn't hidden, she would have walked out confidently in that Saber dress.

What will happen?

What expression will Zhao Yanxi make?

What would Wenjing's reaction be?

How will Ding Heng arrange things for them?

Hua Qing took a big bite of the cake. It was sweet!

But I felt a mix of sadness and bitterness in my heart...

Around 1 p.m., Hua Yue finally returned, carrying a large pile of secondhand merchandise.

"I'm back!"

She put her things on the coffee table, slumped onto the sofa, and after catching her breath, immediately began to berate her two best friends.

"You two are really something!"

She pointed at Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing: "One of them slipped away because of an upset stomach, and the other followed the one who also had an upset stomach and slipped away, leaving me all alone at the comic convention! They prioritize their girlfriends over their friends! Isn't that going too far!"

Zhao Yanxi shrugged indifferently.

Wenjing felt ashamed after being told that, and lowered her head, not daring to look at her.

Hua Qing stepped forward and urged, "You still have the nerve to blame others? Didn't you want to go to the comic convention yourself? Everyone is waiting for you. Hurry up and change your clothes, get ready to go see the pandas."

Hua Yue said "Oh" and got up to walk into the guest room.

She took off her coat and opened her suitcase to find some clean clothes to change into, when she suddenly stopped.

Someone opened her suitcase!?

Although she tried to cover it up and the zipper was zipped up properly, Hua Yue remembered it clearly.

She clearly scrambled the password before leaving the house, instead of using the current 0-0-0.

Hua Yue squatted down and opened her suitcase. The contents were arranged almost exactly as they had been before she left.

The Saber dress that was prepared for Hua Qing was still neatly folded in its original place, seemingly untouched, but many wrinkles were visibly added.

Hua Yue looked puzzled, reached out to touch it, then picked it up and sniffed it, her expression suddenly widening in surprise!

It's hot! And it still has a faint fragrance.

……

The crowds at the panda breeding base during the National Day holiday were more overwhelming than expected.

The parking lot was packed, and a long queue formed at the entrance. Zhao Yanxi was as excited as if she had been injected with adrenaline.

"Quick, quick! Pandas! I want to see pandas!"

She pulled Wenjing forward, her long, misty purple ponytail swinging back and forth behind her head.

Wenjing was dragged along, stumbling along, still clutching the panda plush toy she'd bought yesterday, her face beaming with the same excitement.

"Zhao Yanxi, can you slow down a bit...?"

Hua Yue had expended a lot of energy visiting the comic convention that morning, and now she simply couldn't keep up.

Hua Qing walked at the back, Ding Heng half a step behind her, his camera hanging around his neck, snapping photos idly.

Finally, we squeezed into the park.

Walking along the path shaded by bamboo groves, the first exhibit is for baby pandas.

The glass window was crowded with people. Zhao Yanxi, being tall, stood on tiptoe to look inside.

"I see it! I see it! There it is! The one perched in the tree!"

Where is it! Where is it?

Wenjing tried her best to stand on tiptoe, but her height of 158 cm was simply not enough.

She jumped twice, but still couldn't see.

"I'll do it."

In her moment of dejection, Ding Heng walked over and stood behind her, reaching out to support her waist and gently lifting her up.

Wenjing was lifted up.

"what--!"

She exclaimed in surprise, and then her view suddenly opened up.

Inside the glass window, several fluffy panda cubs were lying on a wooden frame. Some were sleeping, and some were fighting. They were round and chubby, so cute that they melted people's hearts.

"I see it! The panda cubs are so cute!"

Wenjing shouted excitedly, her calves swaying gently.

Ding Heng exerted force again, and simply let Wenjing sit on his shoulders so he could see her all at once.

The tourists nearby turned their heads and whispered among themselves.

Wenjing blushed slightly, a secret joy welling up inside her.

However, she was more worried about Ding Heng getting tired, so after taking a few quick photos, she gestured, "Okay, okay, put me down now..."

Ding Heng put Wen Jing down, and Zhao Yanxi immediately rushed over, pouting and acting coquettishly: "Tsk, Brother Ding Heng, you're being unfair! I want some too!"

Ding Heng glanced at her and said, "No need, you have long legs."

Zhao Yanxi: "..."

Hua Yue gloated, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

The group continued walking inside, but there were just too many people during the National Day holiday, especially for some of the popular pandas. They had to queue for an hour to see them for three minutes, and they still might not be able to catch a glimpse of them.

I finally wandered around until 4:30 pm, barely getting a proper look at the pandas, but I did spend quite a bit of money at the panda-themed cultural and creative store.

On the way back, the driver was changed to Hua Qing, and Hua Yue sat in the passenger seat.

Ding Heng sat in the back row to rest, with Wen Jing and Zhao Yanxi on his left and right sides respectively.

Zhao Yanxi crossed her arms, radiating a resentful aura, still upset about Ding Heng's differential treatment earlier.

Ding Heng asked jokingly, "Are you still angry? Is it really necessary?"

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft hum, her eyes looking out the window, but her peripheral vision kept glancing at Ding Heng.

The car was quiet for a few minutes when Ding Heng suddenly felt something gently touching his calf. He looked down.