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

Ding Heng leaned against the dressing table and smiled slightly.

Congratulations, brother, the Shanghai stop of your concert was a complete success!

Before he could finish speaking, Long He had already pounced on him.

She crashed into Ding Heng's arms, burying her face deep in his chest.

A moment later, suppressed sobs came from Ding Heng's arms.

"What are you doing...?"

"Brother, I'm just being sentimental today."

Ding Heng raised his hand and patted the girl's head, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child: "Don't take it to heart."

Long He shook his head, his tears and snot smeared all over Ding Heng's chest.

She's still the same; once she starts crying, she can't stop...

Ding Heng didn't say anything more, but continued to gently pat her back, again and again.

Ten minutes later, the crying finally subsided.

Long He stepped out of Ding Heng's arms, her eyes red.

She sniffed, trying to calm her breathing, then held out her hand to Ding Heng: "Give me your phone."

What are you doing?

Ding Heng was taken aback, and felt inexplicably guilty.

After all, his phone contains too many photos or videos that are inconvenient for outsiders to view.

"You gave it to me!"

Long He glared at him, his voice still slightly nasal: "Brother has prepared a gift for you!"

Ding Heng took his phone out of his pocket and handed it over, casually reminding him, "Don't look through it."

Long He took the phone and snorted, "Don't worry, I have no interest in watching videos of you and other women."

Then she took out her phone and operated it with both hands, tapping the screen every now and then.

Long He reached out his hand again: "ID card."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "You need an ID card?"

"hurry up!"

"well……"

Ding Heng obediently took out his ID card and handed it over, teasingly saying, "You're not going to give me a big one, are you?"

Long He rolled his eyes at him and continued operating.

A moment later, she raised her phone and pointed the camera at Ding Heng.

"Come on, nod."

Ding Heng did as instructed.

"Shake your head."

Do it again.

"Open your mouth."

"what……"

Long He nodded in satisfaction, tapped the screen a few more times, and finally handed the phone back to Ding Heng.

"All right."

"What?"

Ding Heng looked confused.

"Humph!"

Longhe sniffed, finally stopping her sobs completely, and smugly hummed, "I've linked my credit card supplementary card to you."

Ding Heng was stunned: "Why are you giving me this?"

"A birthday present!"

Long He, feeling perfectly justified, raised his hand and hastily wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Didn't we make a promise when we were kids? If we get rich, we won't forget each other! Now that I'm successful, you can use my credit card, and I'll take care of you!"

Ding Heng was speechless for a moment.

Such a simple and straightforward birthday gift.

That's just like my brother's usual style.

Long He said proudly, "Besides, you don't need to worry. This is my own money, and my mom has no say in it."

Ding Heng put away his phone: "Okay, thanks bro, then I won't be polite."

Long He waved his hand generously: "Use it as you need, I've set an unlimited limit for you, don't be shy!"

Ding Heng glanced at the time; the number on the screen was about to jump to twelve.

"Then I'll go first?"

"Oh...when is the next time we'll meet?"

"Let's wait for your concert tour to come to Changsha."

"Ok."

Long He pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Ding Heng turned and walked out of the locker room, the door closing gently behind him.

He stood in the corridor and let out a long breath.

After dealing with Long He, there's still Hua Qing to contend with.

And two disobedient little pets...

It was almost 1 a.m. when I got back to the hotel.

Ding Heng swiped his card to enter the room, which was dark except for a bedside lamp.

"Senior?"

Ding Heng called out, but no one responded.

He turned on the light, took a few steps inside, and went into the bedroom.

The Nikon Z8 sat on the bed, surrounded by various photography accessories, all neatly arranged.

In the very center, a greeting card lay quietly.

Ding Heng picked up the greeting card and opened it.

Happy birthday! Something came up at school, so I have to head back to Changsha first.

The neat handwriting and the cold tone conveyed no emotion whatsoever...

Ding Heng frowned slightly, and a system notification popped up in his mind.

【Azure Cold Sword Immortal: Hua Qing】

[Current Status: A Fairy Who Has Lost All Her Cultivation Power]

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 80%]

[Progress of severing emotional ties: 1%]

Ding Heng was startled.

The progress of severing the emotional ties that had never stirred before has actually reached one percent?

Ding Heng silently put down the greeting card, unsure whether he should be happy or not.

He took out his phone and opened Hua Qing's chat window.

[Ding Heng]: Are you jealous?

The other party's typing prompt popped up, flashed a few times, and then disappeared.

no reply.

[Ding Heng]: I'll deal with you when we get back to Xingcheng.

A few more seconds passed.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Oh...

A single word conveys emotions that are difficult to express in words.

Ding Heng tidied up the things on the bed and dialed the front desk.

"Hello, could you please book another room?"

After giving instructions to the front desk, Ding Heng opened Wenjing's chat window.

Ding Heng: [Positioning]

[Ding Heng]: Come here.

A mischievous little rabbit, a mischievous kitten.

Not one of them will escape!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The hotel where Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing stayed.

Only a dim bedside lamp was lit in the room.

Zhao Yanxi sat curled up on the edge of the bed, gazing blankly at the bustling night view of Shanghai outside the window.

She hadn't had time to change out of her burgundy velvet dress, and her carefully styled hair remained perfectly styled, yet she seemed completely soulless, motionless.

Wenjing stood quietly by her side, feeling a mix of sadness and bitterness in her heart, unsure how to comfort her best friend.