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

Did Ding Heng sing it to her on purpose?

During the chorus, Zhao Yanxi got into the spirit and started singing along.

"I don't want you to leave..."

She had barely begun to speak when another voice drifted in from the passenger seat.

"Distance cannot separate us..."

Ethereal, distant, and with a touch of tenderness.

Every word was pronounced perfectly, and every transition was clear and melodious.

Zhao Yanxi's voice is actually very pleasant; it's clear, bright, and full of girlish charm.

However, it sounded incredibly weak in the face of Hua Qing's distinctive timbre.

"Longing has become an ocean... unable to enter through the window..."

Ding Heng and Hua Qing's voices intertwined, his deep and resonant, her ethereal, and surprisingly, they were perfectly in sync.

As Hua Qing sang, she unconsciously sat up straight, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, but it seemed as if she wasn't paying attention to anything.

"Forgiveness was said too quickly, and love became an obstacle..."

"The kite in my hand was released too quickly and can't be brought back..."

When the music ended, the carriage was quiet for a few seconds.

Zhao Yanxi's lips twitched slightly, unable to understand for a long time.

Good heavens, how did they end up singing a duet?!

Hua Yue's eyes widened even more, and a certain thought popped into her mind again.

Zhao Yanxi didn't think too much about it and went to check the song list again: "Again! Ding Heng, what else do you want to sing?"

Hua Qing suddenly turned her head: "Yan hope, please play me a song."

Zhao Yanxi was stunned for a moment, then handed over her phone.

Hua Qing took the phone, swiped her finger across the screen, and a mischievous thought suddenly popped into her head. She then clicked on a song.

As the intro began, Long He's voice came through the speakers, carrying her unique vocal texture.

Long He's voice is a level above Hua Qing's.

He's just blessed with natural talent!

"I know this song!"

Hua Yue perked up: "Long He's 'First Snow'!"

Wenjing nodded: "It sounds nice."

"It's more than just pleasant to listen to."

Hua Yue clicked her tongue twice: "This song dominated the charts for three months back then, and she became famous because of this song."

Zhao Yanxi hummed along for a few lines, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I heard that this song was written by Long He for her first love?"

"Huh?" Hua Yue turned to look at her: "How did you know?"

"That's what they say online."

Wenjing chimed in, "I've seen it too. It says the emotions in the lyrics are really genuine. If it was really written for his first love, Longhe must have loved that person very much."

Hua Yue chuckled: "That's why people online say this song is banned by Long He's male fans!"

"What do you mean?"

"It means that when you listen to this song, you imagine yourself as her first love. The immersion is so strong that you want to be in a relationship after listening to it. But you know you have no chance, so it's called a forbidden song."

Several girls chattered about celebrity gossip, while Hua Qing secretly glanced at Ding Heng.

The man gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring straight ahead, his face expressionless.

But Hua Qing noticed that Ding Heng's grip on the steering wheel was tighter than before.

Hua Qing lowered her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Serves you right for bullying me!

Finally, they managed to turn the tide.

The next second she looked up and met Ding Heng's gaze in the rearview mirror.

The man's ambiguous smile sent a shiver down Hua Qing's spine.

From that look, she vaguely read four words: You're dead!

At exactly 12 o'clock, the Land Rover drove onto a winding mountain road.

The trees on both sides grew denser, the air became fresher, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were faintly visible.

"How much longer?" Hua Yue stretched in the back row.

"Almost there." Ding Heng looked at the navigation: "It's just ahead."

The car rounded a bend, and suddenly the view opened up before us.

Several girls widened their eyes at the same time.

"Holy crap—!"

Hua Yue was the first to swear.

The entire hotel is built against the mountain, and each room is a detached villa. The Tibetan-style white walls and red windows are scattered among the mountains and forests, with snow-capped mountains in the distance and babbling streams nearby.

The hotel entrance is a huge Tibetan-style gatehouse, with prayer flags fluttering in the wind.

Waiters dressed in modified Tibetan robes came forward and presented them with white hadas (ceremonial scarves).

Welcome everyone!

Ding Heng handed the car keys to the doorman and got into the hotel shuttle bus.

The shuttle bus traveled up the mountain road, passing through pine forests, and finally stopped in front of a detached villa halfway up the mountain.

As the door opened, the girls exclaimed in surprise once again.

The living room is a blend of Tibetan and modern styles, featuring hand-carved Tibetan cabinets, comfortable fabric sofas, and a flickering flame in an electric fireplace.

Outside the balcony window, there are snow-capped mountains and forests.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Hua Yue rushed to the French windows, dumbfounded.

Zhao Yanxi also exclaimed, "Family members, this snow mountain is so beautiful!"

Hua Qing stood in the center of the living room, looking around without saying a word, but her slightly widened eyes also revealed the shock in her heart.

Ding Heng walked onto the balcony, leaned against the railing, and gazed at the distant snow-capped mountains, his heart equally unsettled.

Why would my dad arrange such a high-end hotel for him? What kind of girlfriend did he find?

Could it be that I've mistakenly entered the imperial palace...?

Wenjing quietly approached and gently tugged at Ding Heng's sleeve.

"Brother Ding Heng..."

"Ok?"

"This……"

She lowered her voice, her cute face filled with unease: "How much will this cost?"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow at her: "What, the little housekeeper is online now?"

Wenjing blushed and muttered, "I just asked the waiter, and she said that even the most basic room type usually costs over ten thousand yuan, and it will definitely be more expensive during the National Day holiday..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, probably because she felt that mentioning money was a downer, but she couldn't help feeling sorry for Ding Heng about the money.

Ding Heng reached out and rubbed her cheek: "Don't worry, everything's fine."

Wenjing is increasingly enjoying the feeling of being kneaded by Ding Heng. She closes her eyes comfortably, and most of her unease dissipates.

Zhao Yanxi also ran out of the house and naturally snuggled into Ding Heng's arms, joining Wen Jing on either side to accompany him as they looked at the scenery.

"This hotel is really nice."

Zhao Yanxi leaned against his chest, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, without any sense of formality.

Ding Heng lowered his head and chuckled: "Aren't you going to ask how much it costs?"

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head back and blinked: "Why ask that? Anyway, it's your arrangement, so there's definitely no problem."

For her, there were too many suspicious points about Ding Heng, so she didn't dwell on a few more.

Anyway, I'm already his...

Ding Heng chuckled.

This girl is quite open-minded.

Hua Qing stood in the living room, looking at the three people on the balcony.

Ding Heng put his arm around Zhao Yanxi, and Wen Jing stood obediently beside him. The three of them gazed at the snow-capped mountains together, and the scene was so harmonious it was almost blinding.

She lowered her head, the bitterness in her heart welling up again, and turned to pack her luggage.

At 2 PM, everyone changed their clothes and prepared to set off for Jiuzhaigou.

The temperature was low in the mountains, so the girls all changed into their autumn clothes.

Zhao Yanxi wore a cream-colored knitted cardigan over a simple base layer, paired with dark jeans that accentuated her long, slender legs. Her long, misty purple hair cascaded down her back, making her stand out against the snow-capped mountain backdrop.

Wenjing wore a light pink sweatshirt with fluffy bunny ears on the hood, beige casual pants, and white sneakers. She looked so soft and cuddly that you just wanted to pat her.

Hua Qing changed into a long, classic gray-blue trench coat, over which she wore a simple white top and black wide-leg trousers. Her long hair was half-up and secured with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears.

Hua Yue is still the same as always, wearing a windbreaker and sweatpants, emphasizing practicality.

With a camera hanging around his neck, Ding Heng descended the mountain, arrived at the parking lot, got into his Land Rover, and drove towards the scenic area.

During the National Day holiday, Jiuzhaigou was packed with tourists, but the scenery was truly breathtaking.