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

Given her painful experience playing mahjong in Chengdu last time, Zhao Yanxi decisively excluded men from her plans.

With Wenjing not playing, in the end only she, Hua Qing, and Hua Yue were left.

As the first game began, Zhao Yanxi looked at the two people in front of her and suddenly realized a serious problem.

Playing cards with two sisters by yourself, isn't that just asking for trouble?

After several rounds, Zhao Yanxi realized she was overthinking things.

Hua Yue was quite proactive, constantly giving her older sister meaningful glances and gestures, hinting at which cards to play.

Hua Qing remained unmoved, seemingly deliberately going against her sister. Hua Yue hinted that she should play singles, but she insisted on playing pairs. Hua Yue told her not to break up straights, but she did it more enthusiastically than anyone else.

Suddenly, Zhao Yanxi cleared out spring again.

Hey! Sis, what are you doing?

Hua Yue couldn't understand why Hua Qing would help an outsider when she and Hua Qing were clearly sisters.

Hua Qing remained calm: "At the card table, everyone relies on their own skills."

Hua Yue: "???"

Each relying on their own abilities?

You two are sisters from the same root, yet you killed me!

Zhao Yanxi was overjoyed and secretly pondered to herself.

What does Sister Hua Qing mean by this? Are you helping me to screw over my own cousin?

Did you win too much in Chengdu last time and feel bad about it?

No matter what, winning money feels amazing!

On the other side of the riverbank, Ding Heng, holding his grandfather's treasured fishing gear, found a spot in a slightly deeper pool and cast his line into the water.

Wenjing obediently followed Ding Heng, pulled up a small stool, sat down, and watched him fish with her chin in her hand.

A mountain breeze blew in from the valley entrance, and Wenjing shrank her neck and wrapped her coat tighter.

Ding Heng glanced at her: "Cold?"

"Fortunately."

"Go back if you're cold."

"not going back."

Wenjing shook her head: "I'll stay with you."

Ding Heng didn't speak again, silently gazing at the floating bobber on the water's surface.

Wenjing suddenly took out a bag of snacks from her pocket, tore it open, took out a piece, and handed it to Ding Heng's mouth.

"Try this, Yan hope just bought it."

Ding Heng glanced down at it, then opened his mouth and swallowed.

Wenjing smiled contentedly, then took out a water glass and handed it over: "Have some water."

Ding Heng bit the straw and took a sip, his face expressionless.

The two stayed there quietly, Ding Heng feeding the fish, and Wen Jing feeding him.

The float suddenly sank, and Ding Heng flicked his wrist, causing the fishing rod to bend into an arc in an instant.

"Bait, bait, bait!"

Wenjing jumped up excitedly, clapping her hands and smiling with her eyes crinkling.

Ding Heng slowly reeled in the line, and a few minutes later, a crucian carp was pulled out of the water, its tail swishing in the sunlight, its scales shimmering silver.

"Wow!"

Wenjing exclaimed, "It's huge!"

Is it big?

Ding Heng looked at the crucian carp in his hand, which weighed less than a pound, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He put the fish into the bucket: "We'll grill it for an extra treat tonight."

"Uh-huh!"

Wenjing nodded excitedly, then sat back down on the small stool and continued feeding Ding Heng.

In one afternoon, Ding Heng caught a total of two fish.

A crucian carp weighing less than a pound and a grass carp weighing about three pounds.

At 7 p.m., the charcoal fire was reignited.

Ding Heng cleaned the two fish, rubbed them with seasonings, and slowly grilled them over a fire.

Afterwards, the group sat around the fire, eating grilled fish and chatting until night fell.

Around ten o'clock, several girls crawled into the tent one after another.

After cleaning up the mess, Ding Heng lay down in the car and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.

The valley was very quiet late at night, with only the sound of babbling water and the occasional chirping of insects.

Suddenly, Hua Qing opened her eyes.

The tent was pitch black. Beside me, Hua Yue slept soundly, breathing evenly and emitting soft snores.

She lay quietly for a while, and only after confirming that Hua Yue wouldn't wake up did she gently lift the sleeping bag and crawl out of the tent.

The moonlight spilled onto the riverbank, spreading it out in a silvery white.

Hua Qing was wearing a loose sweatshirt and walked barefoot on the pebbles, feeling a chill creep up from her feet.

She walked quickly to the car, opened the back door, and got in.

The car door closed gently.

In the cramped space, Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, using the moonlight filtering in to examine Hua Qing, a smile playing on his lips: "Senior, you're here?"

Hua Qing glared at him and lowered her voice: "Didn't you ask me to come?"

"Why are you being so fierce? I just wanted to have a chat with you, I wasn't going to do anything to you."

Hua Qing gave a soft hum.

It was a dark and windy night, and the two of them were alone together. It would be hard to believe they didn't do something!

"The space is so small, how are we going to sleep?"

Ding Heng reached out and pulled Hua Qing into his arms, then grabbed a blanket and covered them both.

Caught off guard, Hua Qing found herself lying face down on Ding Heng's chest, clearly feeling the rise and fall of the man's chest.

What are you doing!

She struggled to sit up.

"Don't move."

Ding Heng placed his hand on her waist and gave it a light squeeze: "Who said we were going to sleep?"

Hua Qing's body stiffened, and Ding Heng's hands began to wander.

Sliding in from the side, it gently moves upwards along the smooth, delicate skin, the rough fingertips brushing against the back before returning to the front.

Hua Qing bit her lower lip and remained silent.

She told herself... resistance was useless, struggling wouldn't break free, so she might as well save her energy.

Anyway... anyway, it's not the first time.

Moonlight streamed through the car window, illuminating her flushed face.

Ding Heng moved slowly and deliberately, as if he were handling a familiar object.

From the collarbone to the waist, and from the waist to the thighs, every part is taken care of, yet only slightly touched.

Hua Qing's breathing gradually became erratic.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from outside the car.

Hua Qing froze, her body tense like a string.

Ding Heng paused in his actions and glanced out the car window.

Under the moonlight, a figure was staggering towards them; it was Zhao Yanxi.

She was wearing a nightgown with a light jacket over it, and her hair was a little messy.

Ding Heng moved swiftly, pressing Hua Qing's body down so she lay face down on his lap, then pulled the blanket over her completely.

"Dong dong dong."

Zhao Yanxi knocked on the car window: "Brother Ding Heng? Are you asleep?"

Ding Heng rolled down the car window, his expression unchanged: "Nothing, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yanxi clutched her stomach, looking uncomfortable: "I ate too much and it's so bloated... Where's the restroom around here?"

"Where would you find a toilet in this desolate wilderness?"

Ding Heng raised his chin and pointed to the haystack on the other side of the riverbank: "Just find a place to relieve yourself."

Zhao Yanxi looked in the direction he pointed, but it was all dark, and she felt a little scared.

"But... I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Why don't you come with me?"

Zhao Yanxi started to plead and beg.

Under the blanket, Hua Qing didn't dare to breathe.

What's worse, her face was pressed against Ding Heng's thigh, and a strong masculine scent filled her nostrils, making her dizzy.

Ding Heng gently placed his palm on the back of Hua Qing's head, his fingertips slowly stroking it, as if he were soothing a frightened little animal.