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

After calming herself down, Baima got up and went back to her room.

I pushed open the door and went inside, intending to play a couple of games, but I was in no mood for it at all.

After a quick wash, she lay down on the bed, her mind still replaying what Wen Shu had just said.

Ding Heng has too many female admirers...too many women around him...

Let's think about a few more of the older women.

Wenjing is gentle and virtuous, Zhao Yanxi is lively and cheerful, Hua Qing is aloof and dignified, and Lin Man is charming and capable.

Four women, four styles, each with its own merits.

Compare yourself to...

Pema turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Why am I overthinking things?

Baima lifted her head from under the pillow and picked up her phone from the bedside table.

The screen lights up.

The wallpaper is a group photo taken at the arcade tonight.

In the photo, she leans on Ding Heng's shoulder with a bright smile.

Ding Heng's expression was one of doting, helplessness, and indulgence!

philandering prince...

Bai Ma muttered something under her breath, her finger swiping lightly across the screen as numerous messages popped up in the dormitory group chat.

[Zhou Ling]: @Bai Ma Bai Ma Bai Ma, have you arrived home yet?

[Sun Yao]: Why are you bothering her? She's probably just hanging out with her good brother.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Go away!

[Wu Siyu]: I've shown up, does that mean everything's over?

[Sun Yao]: That shouldn't be the case, it's only been a short time?

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Don't talk nonsense, I just finished taking a shower!

Vanity clouded the hormones of youth, leading Baima to deliberately give ambiguous responses.

[Zhou Ling]: Hmm... It means I'm all clean and smell nice, just waiting for my good brother.

[Sun Yao]: Why don't you shower with your good brother?

[Zhou Ling]: The hotel bathtub should be quite large, right? [Starry-eyed]

Bai Ma's fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.

[Bai Ma]: If you keep talking nonsense, I won't let my brother treat you to a meal next time!

[Zhou Ling]: Hey hey hey! I was wrong!

[Sun Yao]: When is the next time?

[Wu Siyu]: [Rubbing hands in anticipation.jpg]

Baima put down her phone and let out a long breath.

She knew what her roommates were thinking.

I also know that what I said will only make them misunderstand more.

But she doesn't care.

Anyway... she couldn't explain what her relationship with Ding Heng really was.

They're supposed to be siblings, but there's no blood relation and no legal connection between them.

If we say something else, it seems like we haven't reached that point yet.

Baima rolled over, picked up her phone, and opened Ding Heng's chat window.

I hesitated for several seconds with my finger hovering above the screen before finally pressing the voice call button.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

After a few rings, the call finally connected, but it was Zhao Yanxi on the other end.

"Hey?"

Baima was taken aback.

"Sister-in-law Yan Xi?"

"Pema?"

Zhao Yanxi's voice sounded very tired, as if she had just finished strenuous exercise.

"Why are you looking for your brother so late at night?"

Baima stammered, "N-nothing... I just have something I want to ask him..."

"what's up?"

"Just...just..."

Baima's mind raced, but she couldn't come up with an excuse.

"Sister-in-law, where is my brother?"

"Your brother..."

Zhao Yanxi drew out her words, her tone full of meaning.

"Sister Man made a mistake at work, and your brother is giving her a serious reprimand."

Baima was stunned.

Criticism and education?

On the other end of the phone, Lin Man's sobbing could be faintly heard.

The sound was intermittent, mournful, and unclear, but images had already formed in Baima's mind.

Ding Heng's criticism and education must have been quite severe!

Bai Ma blushed and quickly shook her head to clear her mind.

"Then, I'm alright now..."

"Are you really alright?"

"It's nothing! You're busy, sister-in-law, I'll hang up now, goodnight!"

"Good night."

The phone hangs up.

Baima tossed her phone aside, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

My face was burning hot, and the tips of my ears were burning.

She closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.

My mind is filled with the voice I just heard on the other end of the phone.

Sister Man was crying and begging for mercy.

Baima rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head.

She tried hard to forget the images in her mind.

But the more I tried to forget, the clearer the image became, and a thought inexplicably arose.

If I were a disobedient younger sister, would I ever get a severe scolding and education from my older brother?

Baima was startled by her own thought and quickly shook her head.

impossible!

She is the prince's very, very best sister, he would never treat her like that!

Pema curled up into a small ball, her heart still beating very fast.

Chapter 224: Hua Qing's Daily Life in the Capital (A bonus chapter for monthly pass subscribers will be released after midnight, so please remember to save your monthly passes for subscription)

As September drew to a close, the sweltering heat of Changsha still showed no signs of abating.

When Ding Heng landed at the Capital Airport, the sky was high and the clouds were light, a completely different world from the sticky and humid heat of Changsha.

Hua Qing leaned against the car door, wearing a modified blue and white Hanfu dress, her long hair half-tied up, looking aloof and cold.

Ding Heng walked straight up to Hua Qing and teased, "Did you miss me, senior?"

Before Hua Qing could answer, Ding Heng had already reached out and embraced her soft, slender waist, then lowered his head and gently touched her lips.

Warm, soft, and easily separated.

Hua Qing blushed, instinctively leaned back, and raised her hand to push Ding Heng's shoulder, the force as light as a tickle.

"What are you doing... in public..."

"What's wrong with kissing your girlfriend in public? It's not illegal."

Ding Heng persisted, moving closer again, this time targeting Hua Qing's earlobe.

The warm breath brushed past, and Hua Qing shivered, pushing harder.

"Stop it..."

"No trouble."

Ding Heng's large hand slid down her waist, his fingertips hooking a corner of her skirt.

The fabric was gently lifted, revealing a small section of the calf wrapped in horse oil white silk, smooth and glossy.

"She did wear it, senior is so good."

Ding Heng whispered a compliment: "Good baby, there will be a reward later."