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

The three of them went downstairs and got into the car.

Wenjing drove, Ding Heng sat in the passenger seat, and Wenshu sat alone in the back seat.

The car drove out of the mall's parking garage and merged into the traffic.

Wen Shu suddenly spoke up: "Brother-in-law."

Ding Heng turned his head from the passenger seat.

"Ok?"

"Don't you think... my sister is acting a little strange today?"

"What's strange about it?"

"You bought me so many things, and my sister didn't really object."

Normally, Wenjing seems to have the word "saving money" etched on her forehead. She would nag for ages about it when Wenshu bought a discounted T-shirt.

Today, however, he didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "There's nothing I can do about it, she lost to me in the game last night."

"game?"

Wen Shu immediately became interested: "What game?"

Before Ding Heng could answer, the little rabbit got impatient.

"Wen Shu!!!"

She raised her voice by half an octave and glared at her younger sister in the rearview mirror: "Why ask so many questions? Go back and study!"

Wen Shu shrank back and obediently shut her mouth after being yelled at by her sister.

But his eyes kept darting between Wenjing and Ding Heng, full of curiosity.

The car turned into the villa area and stopped in front of the gate.

The three of them got out of the car. Wen Shu picked up the bag and prepared to go upstairs, but Wen Jing grabbed her arm.

"Come with me."

"What's wrong, sis..."

Wenjing didn't answer, but dragged Wenshu to the backyard to whisper, while Ding Heng stayed on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Sister Jiang poked her head out from the kitchen: "Xiao Ding, are you eating at home tonight?"

"No, Wenjing and I will leave in a bit."

"Okay, then I'll buy less groceries."

Sister Jiang took off her apron, picked up her shopping basket, and went out.

About ten minutes later, Wenjing returned to Ding Heng's side.

"Let's go."

She picked up her car keys and walked silently toward the door.

Ding Heng followed, casually picking up a bag of trash from the entrance.

The two got into the car, and Wenjing habitually sat in the driver's seat.

Ding Heng reached out and pressed down on her hand as she was about to fasten her seatbelt: "I'll drive, you take a break."

"Ah."

Wenjing nodded and obediently got up to move to the passenger seat.

The car drove out of the villa area and headed towards the city center along the road by the Xiangjiang River.

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, his gaze fixed straight ahead: "Is there something else going on at home?"

Wenjing was startled and asked in surprise, "How did you guess?"

"Most of the things you two sisters can't say in front of me are family matters."

Wenjing pursed her lips.

She increasingly felt that she was transparent in front of Ding Heng, unable to hide any of her thoughts.

My older sister is getting married.

"how long?"

"Around National Day, I guess."

Where should I do it?

"Pengcheng."

Wenjing lowered her head: "The man is a local from Pengcheng. His family runs a small business, and their conditions are quite good."

"What's your family's attitude?"

"What kind of attitude can we have..."

Wenjing smiled wryly: "They should be grateful that my older sister can get married. What else could they be complaining about?"

Ding Heng did not respond.

Wenjing continued, "My parents hope that I will come too, so that the whole family can get together."

"Of course."

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair: "Do you need me to come with you?"

No one can completely abandon their family of origin. A year has passed, and it's time to let go of what needs to be let go.

Moreover, Wenjing is not the same as before, and her parents can no longer cause her much trouble.

Wenjing raised her head and met Ding Heng's gaze.

The man's eyes were calm, without the slightest hint of politeness or reluctance.

"Are you... available?"

"Is there anything inconvenient about it?"

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and gripped the steering wheel tightly again: "You can make the arrangements. Just let me know when the time comes and I'll free up my time."

Wenjing felt a warmth in her heart and softly hummed in agreement, remaining as obedient and docile as ever.

I got home at 3 p.m.

Wenjing changed into slippers and went straight to the kitchen to check the ingredients in the refrigerator and prepare dinner for the day.

Ding Heng didn't disturb her, turned around and went upstairs back to the master bedroom.

Pushing open the door, he found Zhao Yanxi lying on his bed, wearing a loose white short-sleeved shirt that belonged to men, with the collar hanging loosely.

Her long hair was loose, with slightly curled ends, and it was dyed a rose red color yesterday.

Her calves, encased in white stockings, swayed up, the tops of the stockings digging into her calves, leaving a shallow mark around her skin.

The pink and white colors intertwined, dazzling in the afternoon light.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

Hearing the door open, Zhao Yanxi rolled over in bed and grinned at him.

Ding Heng walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed: "What are you doing in my room?"

"What, can't I come into your room?"

"It's broad daylight, be serious!"

"Oh……"

Zhao Yanxi pouted and reached out to grab Ding Heng's sleeve.

"Come on, lie down."

"what?"

"They'll give you a massage."

Zhao Yanxi pressed Ding Heng onto the bed and made him lie face down. Then she moved herself above his back, spread her legs, and knelt on either side of his waist, beginning to gently massage him.

It has to be said that Zhao Yanxi probably did some special research, and her technique was passable.

As she was pressing, Ding Heng's shirt was suddenly lifted, and a pair of small white silk-clad feet pressed against his back, their toes gently tapping through the thin cotton fabric, pressing back and forth on his shoulder blades.

Ding Heng's back was broad and muscular, and Zhao Yanxi could easily step on it when she stood up.

The arch of his foot was perfectly positioned on either side of his spine, and the soft flesh of his sole pressed against his skin. With each step, he released his weight, applying just the right amount of force.

"How about it?"

Zhao Yanxi spread her arms to maintain balance, pressed her center of gravity forward, increased the force of her feet, and her toes curled and stretched slightly with the rhythm of her exertion.

"Hmm...it's alright."

"You're just being perfunctory. People practice for a long time by watching videos."

Dissatisfied, Zhao Yanxi increased the force, gently grinding her foot against Ding Heng's waist.

Ding Heng grunted: "Focus more on the left side."

Zhao Yanxi did as instructed, moving her foot to Ding Heng's left waist and pressing in circles with her heel.

The smooth texture of the stockings rubbed against Ding Heng's skin, causing a slight tingling sensation.

Ding Heng sighed with relief: "Yan hope, what are your plans for the last ten days or so of summer vacation?"

"I'll stay home with you."

Zhao Yanxi continued to stomp on the ground: "What, you find us annoying?"

"It's really annoying that they keep chattering in my ear all the time."

"what?!"

Zhao Yanxi suddenly increased the force on her foot.

"hiss……"