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

"Ok?"

"Are you going to prepare breakfast for your wives later?"

"Ah."

Baima didn't say anything, and continued to swing her legs.

After a while, she spoke again softly.

"Go ahead, I'll stay a little longer."

Ding Heng stood up and patted her head.

"Don't soak for too long. Even though the water is at a constant temperature, soaking for too long can easily make you dizzy."

"Know it."

Baima waved to him, regaining her usual liveliness.

Ding Heng turned and walked back to the living room.

Baima remained by the pool, watching Ding Heng's figure disappear behind the glass door, before turning her gaze back to the mess in the living room.

She recalled the sounds she heard last night, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly looked away.

But a few minutes later, his gaze unconsciously turned back and landed on the maid outfit.

The tutu was crumpled up, the cat-ear headband was askew, and the pink backpack was tossed in the corner of the carpet.

Baima tried to imagine what Huaqing would look like wearing this outfit.

A mature, sophisticated aura paired with youthful clothing—a striking contrast.

She looked down at herself.

She's petite, has a round face, and a naturally petite figure.

In a way, she is the most suitable person to wear this outfit.

Baima was startled by the thought in her mind, quickly shook her head, and jumped back into the pool.

The water flowed over my head, washing away all those chaotic thoughts.

She floated up from the water, wiped the water off her face, exhaled, and looked up at the sky.

A few white clouds drifted slowly across the light blue sky.

Baima recalled what Ding Heng had just said—"It seems I shouldn't have brought you along."

She pouted and muttered something under her breath.

"You wicked prince, it's too late to regret it now!"

…………

At 8:30, several girls woke up one after another and came to the restaurant, still sleepy-eyed.

Ding Heng stood in front of the kitchen counter in the open kitchen, putting fried bacon and eggs into a plate.

Lin Man leaned closer and peeked inside: "Is the boss cooking himself?"

"It's just cooking breakfast, it's not a difficult thing."

Ding Heng pushed the plate onto the table: "Help yourself."

Zhao Yanxi immediately rushed over, grabbed a piece of bacon with her hand, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Zhao Yanxi, can't you be a little more civilized?!"

Wenjing followed behind her like a mother hen, using tongs to put the food into a plate for her, with a helpless yet doting expression.

Hua Qing silently picked up a cup of black coffee and ate only a small amount of vegetable salad.

Where is Baima?

Lin Man looked around but couldn't see that small figure.

"She's changing clothes upstairs."

As soon as Ding Heng finished speaking, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Baima came running down the street with a bouncy, energetic air about her, a stark contrast to her listless appearance yesterday.

The group ate and chatted in a relaxed atmosphere.

Afterwards, since their luggage would be handled by a dedicated person, everyone traveled light.

At 10:00 AM, we boarded the panoramic train that Lin Man had booked in advance. The journey of just over an hour passed quickly amidst the beautiful scenery.

It was noon when the train arrived.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was a clear, bright blue.

The hotel is situated at the foot of the Jungfrau, with its simple and elegant architecture facing the snow-capped mountains.

Lin Man booked a duplex suite in the tower, which had an excellent view.

After settling their luggage and resting briefly, the girls decided to go out for a stroll.

Only Baima started feeling sleepy again because she had gotten up too early.

"Brother..."

She tugged at Ding Heng's sleeve and rubbed her eyes: "I want to catch up on some more sleep."

Ding Heng looked down and saw that the little girl's eyelids were already drooping.

"Are you okay alone in the room?"

"rest assured."

Pema yawned lazily: "I'll call you when I wake up."

"Alright, just be careful."

"Oh……"

Baima returned to her room and collapsed onto the soft bed.

After some time, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Ding dong... ding dong..."

She rolled over and covered her ears with a pillow, not wanting to move.

The doorbell rang twice more.

Pema reluctantly got out of bed and listlessly went to open the door.

Hotel staff in uniforms stood outside the door, with several large suitcases piled on a luggage cart nearby.

Pema recognized them; they were the women's boxes.

"Excuse me..."

The staff member smiled and recited a long string of words in English.

Baima only understood "luggage" and "room," which roughly means delivering luggage.

She nodded and stepped aside to let the staff push her luggage in.

The staff carried the suitcases into the room one by one, stacked them at the entrance of the dressing room, and then took out a candy from their pocket and handed it to Baima.

"Here you go, little girl."

Baima was stunned.

Although the other person had a heavy accent, she still understood the meaning of "little girl".

"I'm not a little girl!"

Baima used all the knowledge he had acquired in his life to utter a single sentence, his face turning bright red.

The staff member smiled, assuming she was shy, put the candy in her hand, and turned to leave.

The door closed.

Baima looked at the candy in her hand, her lips twitching.

What... I'm being treated like a child again!

She angrily threw the candy on the coffee table, grabbed her suitcase, and went into the walk-in closet.

The boxes were very heavy, and it took her a lot of effort to drag them in one by one.

None of the boxes were locked. After hesitating for a long time, Baima couldn't resist her curiosity and reached out to unzip them.

First up is Zhao Yanxi's.

The clothes were folded neatly, in all sorts of colors and styles.

Bai Ma flipped through two items, but wasn't interested, so she zipped them up and moved on to another one.

The second one is quiet.

The clothes were much simpler and the styles were more conservative.

Bai Ma flipped through it, but there was nothing special about it.

The third one is Lin Man's.

Bai Ma unzipped the jacket, revealing a neatly folded cosplay outfit.

She picked it up and shook it, her eyes widening instantly.

Shigure Feather Robe?

A character who was popular on short video platforms for a while, with catchy dances and catchy music.

Bai Ma, a frequent internet surfer, naturally recognized it...

Baima held the clothes up in front of her and compared them.

Very small.

very small.

She looked down at her figure, then at the clothes in her hands.