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

"Ok?"

"How late did you and your sisters-in-law finish playing Ludo yesterday?"

"It's quite late."

"Oh……"

Baima tentatively asked, "What exactly is the bet? Do I have to stay out of it?"

Ding Heng put down his wine glass: "Don't ask so many questions, kid."

Baima pouted, but she still wouldn't give up.

"And then what happened? How did the sisters-in-law get back to their rooms?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Baima stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to carry them all home one by one afterwards, are you?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Bai Ma gasped and clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother, you're really something."

"Eat yours."

Ding Heng gave her a disgruntled look, just as the waiter came over with breakfast.

A plate of cheese, a plate of cold meat, a basket of bread, two cups of coffee, and a cup of hot milk.

Baima picked up a piece of bread, tore it open, put in a slice of cheese and a slice of cold meat, and then took a sip of white wine.

This time the amount was a bit too much, and a burning sensation rose in my throat.

"Ah... Cho!"

She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Just as I was about to take another sip, the waiter suddenly came over and started chattering in English.

Baima didn't understand and continued eating her bread.

Ding Heng responded in English.

The waiter glanced at Baima and said something else, his tone polite but his attitude firm.

Bai Ma looked up blankly, glancing at the waiter and then at Ding Heng.

"Brother, what did she say?"

"Swiss law stipulates that those under the age of sixteen are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"and then?"

“I told her, ‘You are my sister, and you are over eighteen.’”

The waiter continued to scrutinize Baima, seemingly trying to determine her age.

Ding Heng opened his phone, found Bai Ma's passport photo, and handed it over.

After confirming that everything was correct, the waiter bowed slightly, politely expressed his "sorry," and turned to leave.

Baima didn't understand many of the sentences, but he could roughly understand them.

Did she say I look like a child?

"almost."

Baima pouted: "Do I look that small?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass and gave Baima a careful look.

The little girl had two braids hanging down her chest, her round face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes blinked brightly.

Do you want to hear the truth?

Baima hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ding Heng muttered, "Your Wenjing sister-in-law looks pretty young, doesn't she?"

With her quiet face and height of 1.58 meters, she was often mistaken for a high school student when she walked down the street.

"But at most, people will just mistake me for a high school student."

Ding Heng turned his gaze back to Bai Ma: "You? You look like you're in the second year of junior high."

Baima retorted, "I'm just a little shorter..."

"He's much shorter than a little bit."

"I can still grow!"

Baima picked up the glass of white wine in front of her, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, a spicy and bitter taste surged up at the same time, choking her and causing her to cough and her eyes to well up with tears.

Ding Heng handed him a glass of water.

Baima took it and gulped down a large mouthful. After finally catching her breath, her head started to spin again.

The number of Ding Hengs in front of them increased from one to two, and then from two to four.

"Brother..."

She reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"You...you stop shaking..."

Ding Heng reached out and supported her shoulders to help her sit up.

Pema leaned on his arm, her eyes half-open and half-closed, muttering incoherently.

"I'm not like someone in the second year of junior high... I... I'm already eighteen..."

"Alright, alright, you're already eighteen."

Ding Heng took the empty wine glass from her hand and put it aside.

Baima was still muttering, "I can still grow... I can still grow taller... I drink milk every day..."

"Yes, it can grow."

Ding Heng patted her back, his tone as perfunctory as if he were coaxing a child.

Baima buried her face in his arm, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Brother...I feel dizzy..."

"Serves you right, you drank so much even though you couldn't drink it."

Baima stopped speaking and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ding Heng looked down at Bai Ma.

The little girl leaned on his arm, her eyelashes drooping gently, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

Their innocent faces seem to never grow up...

Chapter 201: The Vixen Trying to Prove Herself

Sunlight filters through the thin mist over the Limmat River.

Bai Ma opened her eyes groggily and saw Ding Heng's arm. When she looked up, she realized she was back in her hotel room.

Her head was resting on Ding Heng's arm, with a trace of unidentified liquid remaining at the corner of her mouth.

"Well……"

She sat up abruptly and hurriedly wiped her mouth.

Ding Heng looked down at her, a half-smile on his face: "Awake?"

"How long should I sleep?"

"Not long, about an hour."

Bai Ma rubbed her temples, her head still a little dizzy, and her stomach churning with the lingering burning sensation from drinking.

"This wine really has a strong aftereffect..."

"I told you to drink slowly, but you wouldn't listen."

Ding Heng pushed a glass of warm water in front of her: "I just gave you some hangover medicine, drink some water too."

Baima obediently picked up the cup and sipped it slowly.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on her face. The little girl's skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her eyelashes were covered with a layer of misty dew.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"Have you noticed that my skin has improved recently?"

Ding Heng looked her over carefully and said, "It seems so."

"Hehe, it was definitely the right thing to not stay up late."

Baima drank the water in the cup in one gulp and got up to stretch his limbs.

"What time is it? Haven't the ladies gotten up yet?"

"A little after nine, it should be soon."

"Looks like you guys played pretty high-stakes Flying Chess last night..."

Pema stretched and looked out the window.

"Brother."

"What now?"