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

Zhao Yanxi handed over the chopsticks, then sat down on the single sofa next to her, resting her chin on her hands and gazing quietly at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

The taste was so-so, but it brought real warmth and comfort to my empty stomach.

"How is it? Is it too bland?"

Zhao Yanxi, who doesn't usually cook, asked a question nervously.

"Perfect." Ding Heng nodded, then took another sip of soup. "It's delicious."

"hey-hey."

The girl smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a dim, warm light that created a small, cozy space.

Outside the window, the night was deep, with the occasional sound of a car passing by in the distance.

There was an eerie stillness in the air.

It wasn't embarrassment, nor fatigue, but a feeling of relaxation after tension.

It was as if all the probing, jokes, and ambiguity between the two were temporarily set aside at this moment by a simple bowl of noodles.

Ding Heng put down his chopsticks and drank the soup clean. His stomach felt warm and cozy, and he finally felt a little more energetic.

Zhao Yanxi naturally picked up the empty bowl and walked back to the kitchen. The sound of water flowing was followed by the soft sound of the bowls and plates being put back in their place.

"Then I'll head back now and come see you again tomorrow?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You're welcome!"

Zhao Yanxi's cheerful smile remained unchanged, a few strands of hair clung to her cheeks, her face flushed a light pink, and her pupils reflected a warm light.

Just then, Ding Heng's phone screen suddenly lit up, and a piercing ringtone instantly shattered the silence of the room.

The two of them were startled at the same time, as if they had been awakened from some kind of tacit daze.

Caller ID – [Good Luck Xiao Jing]

Ding Heng picked up his phone and pressed answer.

"Hey?"

"Ding Heng, something terrible has happened!"

A quiet, urgent sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yan hope... Yan hope is gone! She wasn't here when I woke up! I can't get through to her on the phone! Could something have happened to her?"

Ding Heng subconsciously looked up and met Zhao Yanxi's gaze.

The girl quickly looked away, glancing guiltily elsewhere...

Chapter 27: The Virtuous Little Nanny

Ding Heng quickly reassured her softly, "Don't worry, Yan hope is with me."

"Is it...with you?"

Wen Jing stopped crying, her voice a little dazed: "Yan hope... why did she go to your place in the middle of the night? What were you doing?"

Just as Ding Heng was about to explain, Zhao Yanxi stepped forward and picked up her phone.

"Xiaojing, I'll tell you when I get back. I'm sorry, my phone was dead and I missed your call."

Although Wenjing on the other end of the phone was still confused, she clearly breathed a sigh of relief the moment she heard Zhao Yanxi's voice.

"Oh...you scared me to death. I'm so glad you're alright, Yan hope."

"I'll hang up now, I'll be back soon."

Zhao Yanxi hung up the phone and then explained to Ding Heng, "I saw that Xiaojing was sleeping very soundly, so I... I didn't wake her up."

Ding Heng could clearly sense Zhao Yanxi's shame for lying to her friend.

Is your phone dead?

But Ding Heng clearly remembered that Zhao Yanxi had looked at her phone several times while they were in the ride-hailing car.

He didn't call him out on it; he just nodded to show he understood.

"Well... I'll head back now."

Zhao Yanxi picked up her coat: "Get some rest, take your medicine on time, goodnight."

"good night!"

Ding Heng got up and saw Zhao Yanxi to the door, listening to the footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

After taking a hot shower, he lay back in bed around 5 a.m.

I had just closed my eyes when the phone screen lit up again.

[Good Luck Xiaojing]: Yan hope said you have acute gastroenteritis, are you okay? [Little rabbit peeking worriedly.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: It's okay, I just need to rest for a couple of days.

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: That's good, good night!

[Ding Heng]: Good night.

Typical quiet concern – no questions asked, no inquiries made, just basic concern expressed and then immediately withdrawing, as if afraid of bothering Ding Heng for even a second longer.

The next morning at 8:00 AM.

Ding Heng was awakened by a series of slow, deliberate knocks on the door.

He groggily opened his eyes, scratched his hair, and shuffled over in his slippers to open the door.

She is Wenjing.

Good morning.

"good morning."

Ding Heng was a little confused: "Why are you here? Aren't you at work today?"

"I...I've taken leave."

Wenjing explained in a low voice, "Yanxi said the doctor told you to rest at home for two days, so we discussed taking turns taking leave to take care of you for two days."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "I have hands and feet, I don't need that, do I?"

When he said that, Wenjing had no idea how to respond. She twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers, looked down, and stood there motionless.

Seeing the girl's troubled yet persistent expression, Ding Heng's heart softened, and he stepped aside, saying, "Come in first."

Wenjing quickly stepped inside, picking up two heavy plastic bags from the doorway.

"What is this?"

Ding Heng closed the door and asked.

"I bought the groceries at the supermarket."

Wenjing carried the bag into the kitchen: "Your stomach isn't good, so it's better for you to eat light meals at home these days. I'm not too comfortable with food from outside."

Ding Heng followed him over, leaned against the kitchen door frame, and asked in surprise, "You can cook?"

"Yes, I know a little."

Wenjing nodded and took off her sports jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair.

She was wearing a light blue short-sleeved T-shirt underneath, the fabric soft and clinging to her body. When she raised her hand to tidy her loose ponytail, the exaggerated curves were clearly visible in the morning light.

Ding Heng's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to it, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Lord Bull was right after all—the greater the mass, the stronger the gravity!

Wenjing didn't notice Ding Heng's gaze at all. After retying her ponytail, she quickly walked towards the messy living room.

First, she gathered up the empty beverage bottles and takeout boxes, then bent down to pick up the clothes that were scattered on the sofa.

Are the mop and rag on the balcony?

She turned to Ding Heng, eager to try and ready to make a big splash.

Ding Heng quickly replied, "No need, I'll clean up myself later..."

"It's fine."

Wenjing shook her head and walked towards the balcony: "You continue to sleep. The doctor said you need to rest more. I'll try to be as quiet as possible and call you when the food is ready."

"Then I'll go with you."

Ding Heng felt too embarrassed to just stand by and watch, so he wanted to go over and help get the mop.

"Let me do it!"

Wenjing immediately turned around, spread her arms to block him at the junction of the balcony and the living room, her tone unusually firm.

"The doctor said you need to rest more! If you can't sleep, you can play some games."

After that, whenever Ding Heng showed even the slightest intention to help, Wen Jing would act like a possessive little animal, shooing him back to the sofa area and repeatedly emphasizing this.

"You're a patient, you need to rest!"

In the end, Ding Heng could only obediently slump on the sofa and watch Wen Jing shuttle back and forth between the living room and the kitchen.

Sweeping, mopping, wiping tables, tidying up clutter... her movements are skillful, efficient, quiet, and effective.

As I watched, a wave of weariness washed over me again.

Ding Heng yawned, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and before he knew it, he curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Then, he was awakened by the enticing aroma of food.

I opened my eyes, picked up my phone, and saw that it was already 1 p.m.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting bright spots of light on the clean floor.

The once messy living room has been completely transformed, with items neatly arranged and a faint smell of cleaning agents and water stains in the air.