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

Then she sat up abruptly and frantically wiped her face.

"Ah, brother...how could you..."

"You're having a nightmare and you're crying."

Ding Heng withdrew his hand, his tone calm.

Baima paused in wiping her face and lowered her eyes.

"Was my crying... loud?"

"No."

Ding Heng shook his head: "I haven't gone to sleep yet. I came to check when I heard the noise."

Baima didn't speak, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the corner of the blanket.

Silence spread between the two.

Ding Heng softened his tone: "Bai Ma."

"Ok?"

What did you dream about?

"nothing."

Baima shook her head: "It's... something from the past."

Ding Heng didn't ask any further questions. He reached out and placed his hand on her head again, gently rubbing it.

"If you miss home, I'll go back with you after the trip."

Bai Ma looked up and met Ding Heng's gaze.

The man's eyes were gentle, devoid of pity or sympathy, but simply filled with concern.

"it is good."

She nodded and buried her face in her knees.

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and stood up.

Go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow.

"Ah."

Baima responded, but did not move.

Just as Ding Heng stood up, she suddenly reached out and gently grabbed his wrist.

Baima's voice was soft and gentle.

"Brother, will you stay with me for a while?"

Ding Heng stopped and turned to look at her.

The girl's clear eyes sparkled and shimmered in the moonlight.

Ding Heng sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Baima released his wrist, moved the blanket to the side, and made room for him.

Ding Heng lay down next to her, about a fist's width apart.

Time passed second by second, and the moonlight moved slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Baima's stomach suddenly rumbled, a sound that was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Pema looked a little embarrassed and buried her face in the pillow.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Are you hungry?

"Well……"

Baima responded sullenly.

"Didn't eat much yesterday?"

"Um……"

Pema lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes showing signs of regaining some of her energy.

"Shall we go have breakfast?"

Baima nodded.

The two people went downstairs to the living room.

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was just beginning to brighten, a thin mist floated on the lake, and the distant snow-capped mountains were faintly visible in the morning light.

The clothes on the ground were still scattered and hadn't been tidied up. Baima glanced at them and then quickly looked away, pretending she hadn't seen anything.

Ding Heng suggested, "The timing is perfect, shall we go to the poolside to watch the sunrise?"

"it is good."

"Then you go change your clothes first, I'll get you something to eat."

Ding Heng went into the kitchen and took out bread, eggs, and milk from the refrigerator.

Baima returned to her room and changed into a pink and white one-piece swimsuit.

The pool water is kept at a constant temperature, steaming in the cool morning air.

Pema returned to the edge of the pool, tested the water temperature with her toes, and then slowly walked in.

She swam to the outermost edge and looked up at the sky.

The sky gradually changed from dark blue to light blue, and then from light blue to orange-red.

The distant snow-capped mountains were illuminated by the morning light, and the snow on their peaks shimmered with a golden glow.

Ding Heng walked over carrying a tray with a few slices of toasted bread, two fried eggs, a glass of milk, and a glass of whiskey on it.

He gently pushed the float into the water, then jumped into the pool himself and swam to Baima's side.

Baima reached over the floating plate, picked up a piece of bread, tore it into small pieces, and chewed slowly.

Ding Heng leaned against the pool, picked up a whiskey, and gazed at the distant snow-capped mountains.

"Brother, you seem to really enjoy drinking?"

"well enough……"

As the system continuously strengthens, Ding Heng's threshold for receiving sensory stimulation becomes increasingly higher.

Continuing to drink helps him maintain the tipsy feeling from last night...

The thin mist on the lake surface slowly dissipated, revealing the azure lake water.

Baima continued, "Brother, did you guys have a lot of fun last night?"

Ding Heng jokingly asked, "Did I disturb you?"

"Of course!"

Bai Ma teased, "This villa isn't soundproof."

Ding Heng coughed twice but didn't reply.

Baima continued, "Sister Man's voice is the loudest, then Sister-in-law Yanxi, Sister-in-law Wenjing is quite tolerant, and Sister-in-law Huaqing..."

She commented on each one individually, and Ding Heng couldn't bear to listen.

"Alright, alright."

Baima chuckled and stopped talking, then tore off another piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth: "Actually, it's alright. I slept quite soundly, and I was only woken up two or three times."

Ding Heng sensed the girl's sarcastic tone and sighed, "It seems I shouldn't have brought you along."

The smile on Baima's face vanished instantly.

"What do you mean?"

She put down the bread in her hand and turned to look at Ding Heng: "Brother, do you want to leave me alone at home?"

That's not what I meant...

"So what do you mean?"

Baima's eyes widened, his cheeks puffed out, and his whole body bristled.

"I just feel..."

"What do you think?"

Baima interrupted, "Do you think I'm in the way? Do you think I shouldn't have come?"

"Pema".

Ding Heng softened his tone: "You know that's not what I meant, don't worry..."

"I'm not in a hurry..."

Baima turned her face away and picked up the bread again: "Besides... I don't mind, why should you, a grown man, mind? It's not like it's the first time anyway."

Ding Heng: "..."

Baima added, "When we were in Xingcheng, I often heard it from upstairs."

Ding Heng was utterly speechless.

The sun slowly rose behind the snow-capped mountains, and golden sunlight bathed the entire lake surface.

A morning breeze blows by, bringing the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Baima stuffed the last piece of bread into her mouth and drank the milk in one gulp.

"I'm stuffed."

She put the cup back on the float, swam to the edge of the pool, sat down on the edge, and dangled her short legs in the water.

Ding Heng also swam to the edge of the pool, propped himself up and sat down next to Baima, quietly enjoying the sunrise.

"Brother."