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

"Brother Ding Heng!"

She sat back down and immediately leaned against Ding Heng's shoulder, nuzzling him affectionately: "Look, look, I'm so lucky today. If I post this on WeChat Moments later, they'll all be so envious."

"Hehe... Yan hope, as long as you're happy!"

Ding Heng gave a forced smile as a system notification popped up in his mind.

[Ding! The Evil Dragon's HP has dropped below 80%, milestone achieved!]

[Rewards: Divine Merit +1000, Perception Attribute +8, Skill "Dragon's Might" upgraded!]

Long He had gradually gotten used to the many women around Ding Heng, and her usual jealousy didn't hurt her at all.

But this time, the blessing delivered in person still broke her defenses.

During the subsequent recording sessions, Longhe clearly became distracted.

He was a beat slow during the game interaction, occasionally lost focus when responding, and his gaze would always seem to drift in a certain direction from the audience.

The director had to remind her several times through her earpiece before she could finally muster her energy.

But that feeling of disorientation was impossible to hide.

Recording is over.

Backstage restroom.

Longhe pushed open the door to the cubicle, walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and stared blankly at the running water.

Two seconds later, hearing a noise behind her, Long He looked up and saw a cool and elegant pretty face reflected in the mirror.

Hua Qing had changed back into her everyday clothes, and her long hair was still tied up with a wooden hairpin.

As if she didn't notice the big star next to her, she walked to another sink, turned on the tap to wash her hands, dried them with a tissue, and prepared to leave.

"and many more."

Longhe turned off the tap and turned around to shout.

Hua Qing stopped and turned around: "Miss Long He, is there something you need?"

Long He looked directly at Hua Qing: "Hua Qing, are you really Ding Heng's girlfriend?"

"Correct."

"Then what about Zhao Yanxi, who was with him just now?"

Hua Qing didn't speak, but Long He spoke faster.

"Your boyfriend is hanging out with other women, aren't you jealous at all? Aren't you angry?"

Hua Qing was stumped by the question and remained silent for a moment.

But Longhe wouldn't let it go.

"Is there another woman around Ding Heng? Like some cute, short one...?"

"You mean Wenjing, right?"

Long He narrowed his eyes.

"You all know?"

Hua Qing nodded, while Long He looked on incredulously.

"Since you know all this, why are you still willing to follow him? Are you willing to be a mistress? Or a fourth mistress?"

Hua Qing didn't want to provoke the big star Long He anymore, but she was getting really annoyed by his questions.

Her temper flared up instantly, and she looked up to meet Long He's gaze.

"Do I need to explain my relationship with Ding Heng to you? Are you also his girlfriend? Or are you planning to become his mistress?"

"Don't talk nonsense, he and I are just brothers!"

"Brothers? What kind of brothers would care so much about the opposite sex around each other?"

Long He was speechless with anger and gritted his teeth!

The air seemed to freeze as the two stared at each other in silence, their eyes filled with hostility.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Zhao Yanxi walked in slowly.

She clearly hadn't expected to run into the two of them again, and gave an awkward smile before politely greeting them, "Sister Hua Qing? Long He? You're both here..."

Hua Qing and Long He both turned to look at Zhao Yanxi at the same time.

Long He asked, puzzled, "Aren't you an audience member? How did you get in through the backstage?"

My boyfriend brought me in.

Zhao Yanxi scratched her head sheepishly: "There were too many people in the women's restroom outside, and the line was so long, so he simply brought me to the backstage area to relieve myself."

Long He pressed further, "Can Ding Heng take you backstage?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, he just led me in and swaggered in, and no one stopped him."

After saying that, she smiled at the two of them, went into the cubicle, and closed the door.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yanxi, having finished relieving herself, pushed open the door and walked to the sink. Long He was gone, and only Hua Qing remained in the bathroom.

While washing her hands, she asked curiously, "By the way, Sister Hua Qing, what were you and Long He talking about just now?"

Hua Qing guiltily looked away: "It's nothing, we were just chatting."

Are you two very familiar with each other?

We've met before, but we're not very close.

"Oh……"

Zhao Yanxi didn't think much of it and asked, "Sister Hua Qing, it's about the same time, would you like to have a meal with us on your way?"

"No need, the assistant director of the program has invited me to dinner tonight, I... I'll go now."

Hua Qing shook her head and made an excuse to leave quickly.

"Okay! Goodbye, Sister Hua Qing, and I wish you good luck in the competition!"

After saying goodbye to Hua Qing, Zhao Yanxi threw the tissue into the trash can, looked up at herself in the mirror, and prepared to touch up her makeup.

But as the daughter of a veteran criminal investigator, she suddenly realized something and her mind reacted quickly!

Long He just asked, "Can Ding Heng take you backstage?"

Something is wrong!

Something's very wrong!

She had never mentioned Ding Heng's name from beginning to end, so how did Long He know that her boyfriend's name was Ding Heng?

In the mirror, Zhao Yanxi's pupils suddenly dilated.

Longhe knows Ding Heng!?

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On the way back, Zhao Yanxi didn't say much, her eyes fixed on the streetlights rushing past the window, looking completely absent-minded.

Ding Heng would occasionally tease her with a few words.

Are you happy today?

"Ah."

Where should we hang that Hunan embroidery when we get back?

"casual."

What would you like to eat for dinner?

"It's all right."

……

Back in their hotel room, the two closed the door and went to rest on the sofa.

Ding Heng asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you suddenly preoccupied?"

Zhao Yanxi perked up, grabbed Ding Heng's arm, and spoke in a sweet and ambiguous voice.

"Ding Heng, what do you want to do tonight? Maid, nurse, or secretary?"

"Let's rest today. Isn't Wenjing coming later?"

"Alright..."

Perhaps feeling that she had outmaneuvered Ding Heng, Zhao Yanxi couldn't help but feel secretly smug.

She released Ding Heng's arm and grinned smugly, "I haven't slept in the same bed with Xiao Jingjing in a long time. We can have a private chat. I'll let you off the hook for a day."

"Fine, fine, spare me one day!"

Ding Heng reached out and pinched the girl's cheek, not bothering to argue.

Seeing that it was almost time, the two of them went downstairs together to greet Wenjing.

In front of the hotel lobby, the taxi stopped, and Wenjing climbed out of the back seat, waving and calling out, "Yan hope!"

Zhao Yanxi went up to her friend and hugged her tightly: "Xiao Jingjing! I've missed you so much!"

Wenjing was a little dazed by Zhao Yanxi's hug. She blinked and reached out to hug back, but couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Today... no, not just today!

Although Zhao Yanxi usually gives off a quiet and energetic vibe, her best friend seems to be a bit too enthusiastic lately.

Whenever he had free time, he would send her messages to check on her well-being and occasionally invite her to dinner, ostensibly to "maintain their sisterly relationship."

Unsolicited kindness is either a sign of ulterior motives or theft...

Wenjing took Zhao Yanxi's hand and walked towards the elevator.

"Let's go to the rooftop for a buffet. We eat in the cafeteria every day. Finally, we can have a better meal."

"No, I'm tired of the hotel buffet."

Zhao Yanxi pulled Wenjing back.