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

She wasn't wearing a wig, and she didn't have time to put on makeup.

Her clean-cut face and rosy lips gave her a natural, youthful charm that was both innocent and alluring.

That should be enough, right?

Wenjing took a deep breath, turned around and walked out of the walk-in closet, stopping in front of the master bedroom door.

Raise your hand.

Then I put it down.

Raise your hand again.

Finally, she gently knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

After a brief silence, Ding Heng's voice came from inside the room.

"Who?"

"I."

"what's up?"

"You...you open the door."

The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.

The door opened.

Ding Heng, wearing a loose hotel bathrobe, lazily yawned.

"What are you here for?"

The man asked the question knowing the answer, as if he were back at the comic convention, looking Wenjing up and down.

From the round hat on her head, to the scarf on her chest, to the white stockings under her skirt, and finally to the high heels of her boots.

Very slowly, very carefully.

Wenjing's heart started racing again.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with her fingers and tried to utter a cute tone.

“Phoebe… Chubi.”

Her voice was soft, a mixture of shyness, nervousness, and anticipation.

Before he could finish speaking, a hand reached out.

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently pulled Phoebe into his arms.

"what……"

Wenjing let out a short gasp.

The next second, the world spun around.

He lifted her up in his arms, her overly tall boots lifting her off the ground, her feet dangling in the air, the heels tapping softly against the doorframe.

Before she could react, her back had already touched the soft bed.

The blankets were very soft and filled with the hotel's signature fragrance.

Wenjing was completely engrossed in it; her hat was askew, her skirt was wrinkled, and her thighs, covered in white stockings, were almost completely exposed.

The next second, she met Ding Heng's gaze looking down at her, her heart pounded, and her breathing became rapid.

Why did I end up like this?

Repaying a debt of gratitude?

like?

Or was she caught in a trap from the very beginning, and has been coaxed and lured step by step until now?

Wenjing couldn't figure it out for the time being...

But she was clear about one thing: at this moment, she was willing to give herself up.

All.

Chapter 144: Family Identity

The following morning.

Wenjing was woken up by her cell phone ringing.

She groggily opened her eyes, followed the sound, and found it was another video call from Zhao Yanxi.

Just like she said yesterday—to test the results!

Wenjing quickly pulled out her earphones from under her pillow, put them on, pressed the answer button, and lowered her voice: "Hello, Yan hope?"

"Good morning, Jingjing!"

Zhao Yanxi is always full of energy.

Wenjing glanced subconsciously at her side. Ding Heng was breathing evenly, his brows were relaxed, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

She shrank deeper under the covers and lowered her voice even further: "Keep your voice down, Ding Heng is still sleeping."

Zhao Yanxi squinted, peering through the camera at Wen Jing's exposed collarbone and shoulders, a slight smile curving her lips: "Oh... it's almost eleven o'clock and you're still sleeping. What time did you guys finish sleeping yesterday?"

Wenjing blushed, pulled the blanket up a little, and honestly admitted, "Around... six in the morning."

"Six o'clock?!"

"Ah."

Wenjing buried her face in the pillow.

Zhao Yanxi clicked her tongue twice: "It seems that men still care about you. We finished talking on the phone last night at almost two o'clock. It was only four hours at most?"

"You jerk! Why do you usually take so long when you're with me? It's not fair!"

Wenjing didn't say anything, her ears burning red.

"Alright, alright..."

Zhao Yanxi changed her tone: "Let me see a man?"

Wenjing hesitated slightly, but finally raised her phone and slowly turned the camera around.

In the picture, Ding Heng is lying on his side, and the morning light makes his overall outline appear much softer.

The shoulder blades are slightly raised, and above that are strong shoulders with several clearly visible bite marks on the skin.

Holy crap!

Zhao Yanxi's eyes widened: "Wenjing, are you a dog?"

Wenjing quickly turned the camera back, her face flushed with embarrassment: "Zhao Yanxi, that's enough! If there's nothing important, I'm hanging up."

"No, no, no! I have important business to attend to, I have important business to attend to."

Zhao Yanxi quickly stopped them, her tone becoming slightly more serious: "I mainly wanted to remind you about the follow-up work. The medicine is in the drawer. Take the small box within 24 hours today, and take the large box for long-term use. Please read the instructions carefully."

Wenjing subconsciously looked at the bedside table. The drawer was half open, and a rough count revealed four or five boxes inside.

She asked worriedly, "Won't this... cause any problems?"

Although she is only eighteen years old, Wenjing's thinking is still quite traditional in some respects.

She had long envisioned giving birth to children for a man, and naturally didn't want any irreversible damage to her body.

"Don't worry, Ding Heng said it's fine."

Zhao Yanxi said casually, "He also gave me another medicine that I can't name, but overall it had no side effects. I went to the hospital for a check-up two weeks ago, and I'm perfectly healthy, on the contrary..."

"On the contrary, what?"

"On the contrary, my cup size went up by one size."

"Still going up?"

"how?"

Zhao Yanxi raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously: "You're not willing to accept such a good thing?"

Wenjing reached into the bedside table drawer, took out one of the boxes, and examined it from all angles. The dense text on the instruction manual made her a little dizzy.

She sighed softly, "Let it go up... Is there anything else?"

"That's all, I won't disturb your rest."

Zhao Yanxi was full of confidence: "I'll conserve my energy and wait for my sister to come back so we can take on Ding Heng two-on-one and make him beg for mercy!"

"..."

Wenjing remained silent and pressed the hang-up button.

Why doesn't Zhao Yanxi have any self-awareness?

Wenjing tossed her phone aside, plucked a pill from the medicine box, popped it into her mouth, and swallowed it whole with the cold water on her bedside table.

She put down her cup and was about to snuggle into the man's arms for another nap when a large hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her back sharply.

"Eh..."

Before Wenjing could react, her back was already pressed against a warm chest.

The next second, a tremendous force came from my chest.

"It hurts~"

Wenjing let out a short moan, but the only response was the heavy breathing behind her.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Wenjing slowly moved into the bathroom, the warm water washing over her body, cleansing away the fatigue and stickiness of the night.

After taking a shower, Wenjing changed into a clean cotton nightgown and returned to the living room.

Ding Heng had already changed his clothes, looking satisfied, like a lazy big cat that had just finished sunbathing.