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

She drew out her words, her tone complex as she sighed, "You seem different now."

Wenjing asked, puzzled, "What's different?"

"that is……"

Wen Shu carefully considered her words before finally saying, "You sound particularly confident when you speak now!"

Wenjing didn't reply, but picked up her hot tea and took a small sip.

Wen Shu continued, "When you were at home before, you kept everything bottled up and always gave in to others. You would give in to your older sister, then to your younger brother, and then to me too."

Back then, I felt you were living a stifled life. Even if you had opinions in your heart, you didn't have the confidence to speak them out. Unlike now..."

The little girl smiled, genuinely happy for her older sister.

Wenjing lowered her eyes, reached out and peeled off the face mask, casually tossing it into the nearby trash can. She then grabbed a tissue and wiped the remaining essence off her face.

Wen Shu's words were like a pebble thrown into the lake of her heart, rippling outwards in circles.

Confidence...where does that confidence come from?

"sister."

Wen Shu tried to change the subject, her tone becoming more relaxed: "How come your skin is so good? Why do you still use face masks? Isn't that a bit unnecessary?"

Wenjing came to her senses: "It was your sister Yanxi who insisted that I put it on."

"Sister Yan hope?"

"Yes. She said that even though we are still young, it's always better to start taking care of ourselves as early as possible."

Wen Shu clicked her tongue twice.

"Sister Yanxi is so good to you, it feels like you two are real sisters."

"Really...hehe."

"By the way, did she go back to Zhuzhou?"

"I've gone back."

"So you're staying in a hotel alone now?"

Wen Shu's eyes darted around, and she asked suspiciously, "Where's your brother-in-law? Didn't he come with you?"

Wenjing scratched her head sheepishly, "He...he's here tonight too."

"Oh……"

Wen Shu drew out her words, her smile meaningful: "Then I won't bother you anymore, bye-bye sis! Get some sleep... no, I should say be careful?"

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Wenjing blushed, while Wenshu hung up the video call with a smile.

The screen went dark, and the room fell silent.

Wenjing, who originally wanted to watch the drama, now has no interest in it at all.

Wen Shu's words kept swirling in her mind.

Confidence...

She looked up, her gaze sweeping over everything in the room.

The life she has gradually become accustomed to now is something she wouldn't have dared to even imagine six months ago.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked towards the master bedroom.

He gave her the confidence to question her parents on the phone, "Why?"

But what did she give him in return?

As Wenjing was deep in thought, her phone rang again; this time it was Zhao Yanxi.

She pressed the answer button.

"Little Jingjing!"

Zhao Yanxi's voice boomed from the receiver, as energetic as ever.

"What are you doing?"

"I just...I just finished applying a face mask."

Wenjing answered honestly.

"Oh, so well-behaved?"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled: "Where's Ding Heng? Has he been spending all his time with you lately? Has he been out fooling around with any vixens?"

Wenjing pouted, "I've been learning to drive all day..."

"You need to keep a close eye on him while he's learning to drive!"

Zhao Yanxi raised her voice: "Don't let another vixen appear in my house when I come back for the New Year!"

Wenjing looked troubled.

Keep a closer eye on it?

How do we keep an eye on them?

She didn't even dare to ask Ding Heng what he was going to do.

Zhao Yanxi suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

"Little Jingjing, where are you now?"

"At the hotel."

"Hotel? Side bedroom?"

"Ah."

"Hey Jingjing, why are you still sleeping alone in the side room?"

Zhao Yanxi sighed deeply: "Let me remind you, men have a lot of energy! If they don't vent it on you, they might vent it on a vixen!"

Wenjing was so embarrassed that she stammered and tried to explain, but in the end she could only manage to say, "I...I don't know what to do..."

Zhao Yanxi continued to sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Quiet".

It was uncommon for Zhao Yanxi to address Wenjing by her full name, and she asked seriously, "Can you make up your mind?"

"I think... yes."

"If you can, you can; if you can't, you can't. What do you mean by 'can't'? Be decisive!"

"Well……"

Wenjing felt wronged after being "scolded" by Zhao Yanxi.

She bit her lower lip, as if making a decision: "What... what should I wear?"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled: "Aren't there plenty in the walk-in closet? Pick one yourself, don't you know what he likes?"

Wenjing didn't say anything.

Zhao Yanxi yawned: "Alright, alright, I'm going to sleep now. I have to visit relatives with my mom tomorrow. I'll call you again tomorrow morning to check on the results!"

"Yan hope..."

"Bye-Bye!"

After hanging up the phone, Wenjing sat blankly at her desk, then looked down at herself.

A white cotton nightgown, loose-fitting, plain color, without even a pattern.

Are you going to wear this?

It felt a bit too perfunctory...

She stood up, walked to the dressing mirror, and a certain scene suddenly flashed through her mind.

Six months ago, in the summer, at the Xingcheng Comic Con.

At that time, she didn't understand anything. Zhao Yanxi dragged her to change into that shameful outfit. Like a frightened little white rabbit, she stumbled and staggered in the crowd, finally crashing into the arms of Ding Heng, this cunning and evil tiger.

Now, the little white rabbit is willing to offer everything, letting the big tiger devour her completely.

Think about it more carefully, why did the big tiger target her in the first place?

There was clearly a kitten that was even more eye-catching at the time.

Although the kitten ultimately couldn't escape the tiger's jaws...

Wenjing turned around and walked out of the side bedroom, into the walk-in closet on the side.

On the far left hang clothes she doesn't feel comfortable wearing out—JK uniforms, cheongsams, bunny girl outfits, office lady dresses…

Finally, Wenjing settled on the Phoebe cosplay outfit.

A white dress, two-piece design, with a short top and a high-waisted skirt.

Next to it was that large white bowler hat and those overly tall boots.

Wenjing reached out and gently stroked the fabric of the short skirt; it felt soft and light.

Finally, she took a deep breath and began to change her clothes.

First, there was the short top.

The pure white fabric clung tightly to her body's curves. Perhaps it was because she had grown again in the past few months, but it took her some effort to zip it up, and it made her arms feel uncomfortable.

Then came high-waisted mini skirts and white stockings.

The silky material glides up the skin, over the thighs and buttocks, gradually pulling down to the waist, and finally culminating in high-heeled boots.

The excessively high heels still made her uncomfortable, and it took her a while to finally stand up.

Finally, there was that bowler hat.

Wenjing stood in front of the mirror and carefully examined herself from head to toe.

Her breasts were full and shapely, her slender waist was cinched, and her fleshy thighs, covered in white stockings, were visible beneath the skirt.