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

[Mom]: Your brother said you weren't eating much today? Are you feeling unwell?

Bai Ma's finger paused on the screen.

Did Ding Heng tell his mother?

She took a deep breath and continued typing.

[Bai Ma]: No, I'm just a little tired.

[Mom]: Then get some rest early and don't stay up late.

[Bai Ma]: Hmm.

Baima tossed her phone aside and buried her face in her knees.

Outside the window, night was deepening.

…………

On the terrace, the lights were already on, and the pool shimmered with a deep blue light.

Several girls were wearing the same style of bikini, except for the color.

Among them, Hua Qing was the most disadvantaged, appearing far too impoverished compared to the other girls.

"Don't be shy, Sister Qing. The boss really loves your steamed buns."

"Lin Man, you!"

"Sister Hua Qing, come quick! I'll help you catch Sister Man."

"Yan hope, have you betrayed us?!"

"Hahaha……"

They splashed and played in the pool, while Ding Heng sat on a deck chair on the terrace, quietly enjoying the spectacle with a glass of whiskey.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Upon taking it out, I saw it was a message from Qu Zhen.

[Aunt Quzhen]: Xiao Ding, is Baima asleep?

Ding Heng looked up at the second floor; the light in Bai Ma's room was still on.

[Ding Heng]: It shouldn't be yet, what's wrong, Auntie?

[Aunt Quzhen]: It's nothing, just asking. Did she throw a tantrum today?

Ding Heng's finger paused on the screen.

[Ding Heng]: No, Baima was quite well-behaved today.

[Ding Heng]: Auntie, is today a special day?

After the message was sent, there was a long silence on the other end.

[Aunt Quzhen]: My ex-husband's death anniversary.

The cold, emotionless words are devoid of feeling.

Qu Zhen has no feelings for her ex-husband whatsoever, and she doesn't care about any anniversary of his death.

Ding Heng put down his wine glass and sat up straight.

[Ding Heng]: Auntie, don't worry, I will take good care of Baima.

[Aunt Quzhen]: Thank you, Xiao Ding.

Ding Heng: Of course.

Putting his phone away, Ding Heng looked up at the second floor.

No wonder Baima has been absent-minded all day and suddenly felt homesick...

Ding Heng downed the whiskey in his glass in one gulp and looked back at the swimming pool.

Zhao Yanxi was lying by the pool, waving at him: "Brother Ding Heng, come down and join us!"

Ding Heng smiled and shook his head.

"You guys have fun, I have something to do."

He got up and went up to the second floor, stopping in front of Pema's room.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

"Pema?"

There was no response, so Ding Heng knocked twice more.

"Pema, it's me."

A few seconds later, the door opened a crack.

Baima stood behind the door, her eyes slightly red.

"Brother...is something the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Ding Heng glanced at her and said, "I just came to see you. You're still awake?"

"Hmm... I was just getting ready to sleep."

Baima lowered her eyes, her voice a little hoarse.

Ding Heng didn't expose her, and gently rubbed her head with his hand.

"Go to sleep early, we'll get up early tomorrow and I'll watch the sunrise with you."

"Ah."

Baima responded and closed the door.

Ding Heng turned and went downstairs.

The women were still making a ruckus in the pool.

Zhao Yanxi was splashing water on Lin Man, who laughed and dodged, the water splashing all over Hua Qing's face.

Hua Qing wiped her face expressionlessly, then suddenly reached out and pushed Zhao Yanxi into the water.

Caught off guard, Zhao Yanxi choked on a mouthful of water. When she emerged from the water, her hair was completely wet, making her look both disheveled and adorable.

"Sister Hua Qing! You attacked me from behind!"

"I think you're the one who stirs up trouble the most..."

Hua Qing rarely showed a smile.

Ding Heng stood at the edge of the terrace, took a deep breath, and suppressed the inexplicable emotions welling up in his chest.

Then he took off his T-shirt, walked to the edge of the pool, and plunged into the water.

Water splashed everywhere, and the girls exclaimed in surprise.

……

late at night.

Several girls climbed out of the pool one after another, wrapped themselves in towels, and went inside.

Zhao Yanxi walked at the front, muttering to herself, "What are we going to play later?"

"Get some rest, you're a little tired."

Wenjing yawned, her steps even a little unsteady.

"It's only a few o'clock..."

"Ten o'clock."

"It's still early..."

Zhao Yanxi pouted and turned to look at Lin Man: "Sister Man, what do you want to play?"

Lin Man thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

"How about we ask the boss to take pictures of us?"

"Photograph?"

Zhao Yanxi blinked.

"correct."

Lin Man smiled slyly: "We brought so many clothes, it would be a shame not to take pictures."

"Row!"

Zhao Yanxi immediately understood and led Wenjing towards the dressing room, while Hua Qing was also pushed in by Lin Man.

Ding Heng was left alone in the living room, where he could vaguely hear conversations coming from inside...

"Sister Hua Qing, this suits you."

"Can...can I wear this?"

"Why not? It's not like we're going out to take pictures."

"No way! I'd rather die than wear that!"

"Give it a try!"

……

The conversation lasted for a full half hour, and finally, under the coaxing and cajoling of Lin Man and Zhao Yanxi, Hua Qing seemed to have changed into an extraordinary outfit.

Ding Heng listened, and his heart was filled with anticipation.

Finally, the fitting room door opened.

Zhao Yanxi was the first to come out.

The traditional black and white nun's habit, popular among internet celebrities, reveals a large expanse of fair skin at the neckline.

The skirt was shockingly short, barely covering the top of her thighs, revealing a section of her thighs covered in black stockings.