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

Black Bean protested its discontent after its spot was taken away!

Ding Heng didn't have time to pay attention to it, and hugged Hua Qing tightly, calling out softly.

"Senior."

"What...?"

Hua Qing felt a little itchy from the man's breathing and instinctively shrank her neck.

"Go change your clothes."

"Change what?"

Do I need to remind you what to change?

Ding Heng reached out and pinched Hua Qing's chin, gently lifting it upwards.

He teased, "Didn't I just hear that the senior student knows me quite well?"

Hua Qing's face instantly turned bright red.

"You heard everything?"

"You and Long He were chatting so happily, it was hard for me not to hear it."

Hua Qing stammered and couldn't finish her sentence.

"I...I was just...talking nonsense because I was drunk..."

"is it?"

Ding Heng's warm, large hand pressed lightly against Hua Qing's waist: "If you don't know what to do, senior, may I make a request?"

Hua Qing's voice was barely audible: "What are your requirements?"

Ding Heng's lips pressed against her earlobe, their breaths warm and intimate.

"Tonight... I want to be a good father."

Hua Qing's body trembled slightly.

"abnormal!"

As usual, she mumbled something, vague and soft, and then nodded obediently.

"it is good……"

Chapter 226: How should three people share a bed?

Another day has passed in the blink of an eye.

The final stop of Longhe's tour concert will be held at 8 pm.

In the final stage, Long He left the stage, and Ding Heng and Hua Qing followed him offstage, heading backstage along the side passage.

Sister Song was already at the entrance of the passageway, holding a walkie-talkie.

Like Long He last night, her face also showed the fatigue from continuous high-intensity work, but she still managed to force a polite smile when she saw Ding Heng.

"Mr. Ding, this way."

She turned and walked inside, through a corridor filled with equipment boxes, turned two corners, and stopped in front of a door with a "Longhe" nameplate.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Sister Song raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Long He's tone inside the door was impatient.

Sister Song pushed open the door, stepped aside to let Ding Heng and Hua Qing go in first, and stayed outside, closing the door behind her.

The dressing room was small, about ten square meters, with various bottles and jars piled on the dressing table, and a few performance costumes hanging on a clothes rack in the corner. The air was filled with perfume.

Ding Heng looked at his good brother and let out a teasing "Oh ho".

Just ten minutes after stepping off the stage, Long He had already removed his makeup and changed into casual clothes.

The soft, white, loose-fitting sweatshirt had its neckline hanging loosely on one shoulder, revealing a fair collarbone.

She paired it with a light pink pleated mini skirt, which formed an absolute territory with her white over-the-knee stockings. The top of the stockings was stuck in the middle of her thighs, leaving a faint mark around her skin.

What's most eye-catching is that her long hair is dyed a very light cherry blossom pink, and it's soft and flowing.

Ding Heng looked him up and down several times.

In his memory, Long He's style after her debut has always been cool and sassy, ​​with a touch of sexiness at times.

With her long, golden-brown hair and deep eye makeup, she generally projects an aloof, older sister vibe.

This style is extremely attractive to female fans. Even though she is only nineteen years old, her fans still call her "Sister Long" loudly in the comments section.

Over time, Ding Heng got used to how his brothers looked in front of the camera.

But in front of...

Pink long hair, soft white sweatshirt, pleated skirt, white over-the-knee stockings, round-toed leather shoes... all these elements combined create a striking visual contrast, like an oversized strawberry cream cake.

Long He noticed Ding Heng's reaction and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

Hua Qing was right the night before last; my brother really does like contrasts!

She took two steps forward and tilted her head.

"What, you don't recognize me just because I changed my alias?"

Longhe's attitude remained as carefree as ever, devoid of any sweetness.

Ding Heng snapped out of his daze and coughed lightly.

He asked curiously, "How come your hair changes so quickly?"

Just moments ago on stage, Long He had long, golden-brown hair. The concert lasted nearly three hours, and her makeup and styling remained largely unchanged. How did she suddenly turn into a pink-haired girl?

"That was a wig, wasn't it?"

Longhe reached out and brushed the ends of her hair: "Smell it, the hairspray smell is still strong."

She leaned closer, bringing her head right under Ding Heng's nose.

A chemical smell from hairspray filled Ding Heng's nostrils, and he turned his head away, flicking his hand lightly.

"Did you dye your hair pink yesterday?"

"That's for sure..."

Long He sighed, "I wanted to surprise my fans. Before dyeing my hair, I discussed it with the stylist for a long time and chose several colors. In the end, I settled on cherry blossom pink. I was very satisfied with the result; I thought it looked especially beautiful. It's a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

"The costume designer said it wouldn't work, that it didn't match the stage lighting. The set designer also said it wouldn't work, that pink was too flashy and would clash with the background."

Long He said in a mournful tone, "The two of them are singing in unison, what can I do? I have no choice but to wear a wig."

Ding Heng was speechless...

For such an important concert, why did they suddenly decide to change their outfit?

From Ding Heng's perspective:

First, a brother is still a brother; he always does whatever comes to mind.

Second, the brother is indeed becoming more and more popular, and his voice in the team is also getting stronger. Despite accomplishing such a big thing, he still acts as if it's nothing.

Third, why insist on having a pink-haired girl? Is it for the fans? Not necessarily, it's probably for the sake of "jealousy".

Hua Qing then commented, "You look... a little different today."

Long He immediately leaned forward: "Right? Does it look good?"

"Hmm...it looks pretty good."

Hua Qing's tone was relatively even, but it was clear that she was speaking from the heart.

Long He was flattered by the praise and said excitedly, "Let's not talk about that anymore. Now that the concert is over, I'm on vacation. How about we go out for a big meal later? I didn't get enough of the hot pot we had the other day."

Should I go too?

Hua Qing asked instinctively.

In her mind, after the concert tonight, she should temporarily "hand over" the man to Long He.

"Aren't you Ding Heng's girlfriend? Why aren't you going with him?"

Long He spoke matter-of-factly, stepping forward to pull Hua Qing up: "And there's something I need to trouble you with."

Hua Qing stumbled forward half a step after being pulled by Long He, but managed to steady herself.

"what's up?"

"Can I stay at your place tonight?"

Hua Qing was stunned, her brain not processing what was happening for a moment.

Long He continued, "If I go back to the hotel, there will definitely be fans and paparazzi staking out the place, it's so annoying. I finally get a vacation, I just want to find a quiet place to stay. I've been to your place before, the security in the neighborhood is good, no unauthorized people will come and go. I won't stay for free, I'll treat you to a big meal tomorrow, okay?"

Hua Qing hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Long He is going to stay at her house? What does he want to do?

She glanced at Ding Heng instinctively. Ding Heng remained expressionless, as if waiting for her to make her own decision.

Just then, the knocking sounded again.

"Dong dong dong."

Sister Song urged, "Longhe, it's time to go up. It's the last show tonight, and there's a grand finale."

Long He turned and shouted towards the door, "Curtain call? Wasn't it all over?"

"You forgot? Today is the last show, all the actors are returning for an encore, and you're going to give a speech."

Long He slapped his forehead, only then remembering that there really was such a thing.