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

The petite of the sisters-in-law is Wenjing, who is 158 cm tall, but she is ridiculously large in the right places, and she definitely can't fit into this dress.

Zhao Yanxi is 175cm tall, Lin Man is not short either, and Hua Qing is even taller and slimmer.

Hua Qing and Lin Man...

In short, none of their body types are suitable for wearing such small cosplay outfits.

Why is Sister Man wearing this outfit?

Baima was filled with doubt. She folded the clothes again and was about to put them back when she suddenly remembered last night.

Judging from what she heard intermittently, Hua Qing must have suffered the most last night.

This indirectly shows that Ding Heng was most excited about Hua Qing's look last night!

Does the prince like this?

As if possessed, Baima picked up the clothes again, walked to the dressing mirror, and tried them on once more.

I think... I can wear it, right?

Baima swallowed hard, glanced back at the door to the walk-in closet, and made sure it was tightly closed.

Then I took a deep breath and started taking off my clothes.

Jacket.

skirt.

sock.

One by one, they took off their clothes, and then put on their new ones.

Baima looked around from the left and right, and suddenly remembered that mesmerizing dance. She couldn't help but twist her waist to follow the movements in her memory.

It actually looks pretty convincing.

Baima laughed at herself, then quickly composed herself.

Suddenly, a strong urge made her take out her phone and snap a picture in the mirror.

Then, swipe your finger across the screen to open Ding Heng's chat window.

send.

[Pema]: [Image]

Ten seconds later, she quickly clicked to undo.

Message notification: [You have retracted a message]

Baima quickly changed back into her original clothes, folded the cosplay outfit, put it in her suitcase, and zipped it up.

Everything was restored to normal.

Her heart was pounding, and she opened her phone again.

Ding Heng hasn't replied yet, nor has he asked her what message she retracted.

Baima walked out of the dressing room, collapsed back onto the bed, and pulled the blanket over her face.

My heart is still beating very fast...

She didn't know what she was nervous about, nor what she was looking forward to.

But that one moment was really exciting!

Chapter 205: The Breakdown of Parents' Love

At dinner time, the group went to a local upscale French restaurant.

Baima sat at one corner of the long table, her gaze passing over the dishes on the table and looking at Ding Heng diagonally opposite her.

The man was talking to Wenjing beside him. Wenjing listened attentively and then smiled faintly.

Baima lowered her head and used a knife and fork to cut the lamb leg meat on the plate, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Did Ding Heng actually see that photo?

From the afternoon until now, Ding Heng hasn't mentioned a single word, hasn't shown any unusual expression, and even his tone of voice when speaking to her is almost the same as usual.

He acted too calmly...

Logically, he should at least have asked out of curiosity, "What did you withdraw?"

Baima picked up a piece of mutton with her fork, put it in her mouth and chewed slowly. The more she thought about it, the more conflicted and guilty she felt.

Wenjing, being observant and perceptive, noticed that something was wrong with Baima and immediately asked with concern, "Baima, are you feeling unwell again? Or is the food not to your liking?"

Baima came to her senses: "No, no... Sister-in-law, you don't need to worry about me."

You don't look too well.

"Is there?"

Baima quickly shook her head and stuffed another piece of potato into her mouth: "I probably overslept this afternoon and my mind isn't clear yet."

Wenjing simply said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

After dinner, everyone took a walk along the streets of the town to digest their food.

Zhao Yanxi and Lin Man walked at the front, laughing intermittently as they talked about something.

Hua Qing walked in the middle, taking photos with her phone every now and then, and then sharing them with Hua Yue or Fan Chenxi.

Wenjing followed beside Huaqing, occasionally turning her head to exchange a few words with her.

Bai Ma deliberately slowed down, falling behind and walking alongside Ding Heng.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

Ding Heng turned his head and glanced at her.

Baima opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She mentally prepared several ways to ask the question indirectly, but all of them felt too deliberate.

Finally, I gritted my teeth and asked directly, "Um...did you see the message I sent you today?"

"What news?"

Ding Heng took out his phone from his pocket and swiped it a couple of times.

"The one that was withdrawn."

"Oh, this one..."

Ding Heng put away his phone, his tone indifferent: "Didn't notice, why?"

Bai Ma stared intently into Ding Heng's eyes, trying to find a trace of a lie.

The man didn't flinch or dodge; his gaze was open and honest!

Baima finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"N-nothing."

She looked away and lowered her voice: "It's just... the picture I sent to my classmate, I sent it to the wrong person."

"What classmate?"

"Just a regular classmate... whatever."

"Row."

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions.

The weight that had been hanging over Baima's heart finally lifted, but the moment it did, a vague sense of loss washed over her.

If the prince didn't see it.

Wouldn't she have been nervous all afternoon for nothing?

After their walk, everyone returned to their hotel rooms.

Just as Baima was about to eat some fruit, she suddenly heard Zhao Yanxi and Lin Man talking from the direction of the dressing room.

"Yan hope, did you take clothes from my suitcase?"

"how?"

"My suitcase and clothes have been touched."

"Who is it? Weren't we out playing all day?"

"Did they take our things?"

"No way, should we go to the hotel and complain tomorrow?"

"We have to go! Those damn foreigners, what are they doing touching our clothes? Are they some kind of pervert?!"

……

Hearing this, Baima's heart began to race again.

I've clearly recovered, so why could Sister Man still find out?

Bai Ma felt increasingly guilty and secretly glanced towards the dressing room, where Lin Man and Zhao Yanxi were still having a casual conversation.

She went to look at Ding Heng again. Ding Heng was leaning against the window with his hands in his pockets, looking lazy and indifferent.

I hope... everything is alright.

Baima made an excuse that she was "sleepy" and escaped into her room.

She locked the door, let out a long breath, and then buried her face in the soft bedding.

My heart is still pounding...

She turned over again and stared blankly at the ceiling.