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

Businesses should operate as usual, and interactions should be conducted as appropriate; we can't just go through the motions and ignore the real money people have spent.

It could even be said that Longhe had long since become accustomed to the camera and was slowly being swallowed up by the so-called "celebrity" identity, and her childhood sweetheart was probably the only anchor that could pull her back.

After finishing most of the food in the pot, Longhe put down his chopsticks, patted his belly, and let out a satisfied burp.

"I'm going to the restroom."

After Long He left, Hua Qing turned to look at Ding Heng.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"What are the plans for tonight?"

"What do you mean, how should it be arranged?"

"that is……"

Hua Qing asked tactfully, "How...how do you, Long He, and I...sleep?"

Ding Heng crossed his legs, a playful smile on his face: "Senior, who do you want me to sleep with? I'm fine with anything. Anyway, Long He and I have slept in the same bed since we were little, so I don't mind reliving our childhood."

Hua Qing reached out and gently pinched Ding Heng's waist: "Seriously. With such a rush of time, the guest rooms haven't even been cleaned yet, there are no bedding or sheets, it's inconvenient for anyone to sleep in."

"So, senior, are you sleeping on the sofa?"

"you!"

Hua Qing glared at him, increasing the pressure on her hand.

"Ouch..."

Ding Heng pretended to cry out in pain, then gently rubbed Hua Qing's hand in return.

Long He came out of the restroom and saw the two of them being all lovey-dovey again. He asked curiously, "What are you two talking about?"

"nothing."

Ding Heng stopped joking, picked up her bag and handed it to her: "Let's discuss where we'll sleep tonight."

"How will you sleep?"

Longhe took the bag and blinked.

"I'll definitely sleep on the sofa."

Ding Heng asked matter-of-factly, "Otherwise, how do you expect to sleep?"

"Oh……"

Long He responded, lowered his eyes, and a thought inexplicably popped into his mind.

She noticed the day before yesterday that Hua Qing's master bedroom bed was particularly large, probably big enough for four or five people to sleep in.

Long He quickly shook the thought out of his mind and followed Ding Heng outside, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Why did they buy such a big bed?

The car door opened, Long He got into the back seat, and Hua Qing started the car.

After driving for a while, Hua Qing suddenly remembered something and glanced at Long He in the rearview mirror.

"Longhe, you didn't bring anything. Do you want to find a place to buy a couple of sets of pajamas or something?"

"Need not."

Long He waved his hand: "Ding Heng should have some clothes with you, right? Short-sleeved shirts or something."

"Yes, there is..."

"That's fine."

Long He yawned: "I'll wear his for one night, and I'll go buy new clothes tomorrow."

Hua Qing didn't say anything more, turning her gaze back to the lane ahead.

Ding Heng turned his head from the passenger seat and teased, "Are big stars this extravagant now? Buying new clothes all the time?"

"You're the sarcastic brother, aren't you?"

Long He leaned over from the back seat and reached out to touch Ding Heng's shoulder.

Ding Heng turned his head away: "Stop messing around, believe me or not I'll get out of the car and teach you a lesson?"

"You're only bullying Sister Long because my bodyguard isn't here!"

"Come on, I could take on ten of your bodyguards."

"Hmph, bragging doesn't cost anything!"

The two people bickered back and forth across the back of their chairs.

Hua Qing watched quietly from the corner of her eye, a feeling welling up inside her.

She was envious and jealous.

She envied Longhe for being so relaxed in front of Ding Heng, saying whatever she wanted and making a fuss without having to worry about her status as his "girlfriend" or maintain appearances.

The system interface quietly appeared in Ding Heng's mind.

[Progress of severing emotional ties: 4%]

It was almost 1 a.m. when I got home.

Hua Qing rummaged through the cabinet and took out a clean bath towel and toothbrush, handing them to Long He.

Long He took the things and went into the bathroom. The sound of running water accompanied her humming a clear and melodious tune.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door opened and Long He came out, wearing Ding Heng's oversized short-sleeved shirt.

Standing at 176cm, Ding Heng wearing an oversized 185cm short-sleeved shirt creates a striking visual effect.

Especially her two long, straight, and dazzlingly white legs.

Ding Heng sat on the sofa, his mind wandering from the swaying, and he couldn't help but swallow hard...

Damn, bro, you're getting more and more charming.

If things really come to that point where unspoken rules are applied, don't blame me for being a jerk.

Long He was completely unaware and continued to wander around the living room while drying his hair.

She acted as if she were at home, strolling from the living room to the balcony, picking up the black beans and petting them a couple of times, then strolling from the balcony to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator for a quick look.

Hua Qing felt a tightness in her chest as she watched her walk back and forth.

Ding Heng is your boyfriend, at least put on some pants.

She took a deep breath and quickly stepped forward to grab Long He's wrist.

"Longhe, go to sleep early, you have to get up early tomorrow."

"Hmm? I'm not sleepy yet..."

Whether you're sleepy or not, you have to go to sleep.

Without saying a word, Hua Qing pulled Long He into the master bedroom.

The door closed.

Long He stood frozen by the bed.

"You usually...go to bed this early?"

I have class tomorrow.

Hua Qing lifted the covers and lay down, lying on her back.

Longhe said "Oh," took off his slippers, and crawled into bed.

The lights were turned off, and the two women lay down side by side.

A few minutes later, Long He suddenly turned over to face Hua Qing.

"Huaqing."

"Ok?"

"Does Ding Heng... have several relationships at the same time?"

Hua Qing was too embarrassed to tell the truth about the five-player team match, so she just gave a perfunctory answer.

"I didn't pay much attention."

"Why don't you care?"

Long He asked, puzzled, "So, you and Ding Heng... were just playing around?"

Before Hua Qing could answer, Long He sighed again.

"That's true. It's really hard for long-distance relationships to last. Especially nowadays, relationships between men and women are like this... I've seen far too many in the entertainment industry. One day they're all all lovey-dovey and affectionate, the next day they're doing their own thing, and then they get photographed having sex with other people."

She remarked, "Besides, Ding Heng is handsome, so he must have no shortage of girls around him. It's quite normal for you two to get what you want."

Hua Qing remained motionless, her mind churning with thoughts.

Why don't you care?

Or is it... that it's not worth worrying about?

The reason is hard to explain in a short time.

First and foremost, emotional factors certainly play a role, and may even be the primary factor.

She was quite certain that she liked Ding Heng, even though the feelings came about rather awkwardly.

Secondly: economic conditions.

Ding Heng covered almost all of her material expenses, so she didn't have to worry about money and could focus on dancing and doing what she wanted.

Furthermore: vanity.

Hua Qing didn't want to admit it, but every time she mentioned "my boyfriend" in front of her classmates' envious eyes, she did get a certain sense of satisfaction.

Finally: Pure and ultimate physiological pleasure...

Thinking of this, even though the room was dark, Hua Qing subconsciously pulled the blanket up to cover her blushing face.