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

It's really hard to say who will gain or lose between these girls and Ding Heng.

Furthermore, judging from what Long He just said, Long He doesn't seem to know Ding Heng's specific situation.

In her eyes, her good brother was probably just a college student who was a bit of a playboy.

Hua Qing spoke again.

"Longhe".

"Huh? You're not asleep?"

What do you think of Ding Heng?

How can we view this?

Long He answered without hesitation: "He's my brother."

"Really?"

"if not?"

Hua Qing didn't ask any more questions.

Sure enough. Women who are obsessed with love all have one thing in common—they are the best at deceiving themselves.

"Go to sleep."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Chapter 227: Travel Plans with My Brothers (Seeking Double Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month!)

The next morning.

Long He opened his eyes, sat up groggily, and found that Hua Qing was no longer beside him.

"Up so early?"

She got out of bed, washed up, and came to the living room, where she suddenly noticed that Hua Qing's pajamas from last night were draped over the sofa armrest.

Several dark water stains spread across the light gray cotton fabric.

Long He blushed and quickly looked away.

The humming sound of the range hood came from the direction of the kitchen.

Longhe walked over and peered inside.

Ding Heng stood in front of the stove, where noodles were bubbling inside the pot.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

Long He rubbed his eyes and asked vaguely, "Where's Hua Qing?"

"She went to school; she has classes and rehearsals today."

Ding Heng took two large bowls from the cupboard, scooped out noodles, poured in soup, and added toppings. His movements were swift and efficient.

When did she leave?

About two hours ago.

"Then... before she left, you..."

"Did I disturb you?"

Ding Heng pushed a bowl of noodles in front of Long He without hesitation: "There's nothing I can do, she just has to bother me so early in the morning."

"Are you bothered?"

Longhe took the bowl and sat down at the table.

Ding Heng sat down and said, "Yeah, I gave him a lecture, and then he went to class obediently."

Longhe paused, his gaze once again sweeping towards the living room sofa.

"I didn't actually hear it..."

"Maybe you were too tired from yesterday's concert and slept soundly."

Ding Heng picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup.

There's one more thing he didn't mention... Hua Qing is thin-skinned, and when she was being "taught a lesson" this morning, she kept her jaw clenched the entire time.

Longhe said "Oh" and focused on eating his noodles.

After a while, Long He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and cheered himself up again.

"What are we going to do later?"

"Didn't you want to buy clothes?"

Ding Heng stood up, stacked the two empty bowls together, and carried them into the kitchen: "How about I accompany you for a stroll?"

Just the two of us?

Longhe followed him to the kitchen door and pressed him for answers.

Just the two of us.

Ding Heng turned on the tap, and the water gushed out.

After quickly tidying up, the two prepared to leave and found their car keys hanging in the entryway.

Longhe took out the car keys: "Is Huaqing leaving the car for us?"

"Forehead……"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

Now that things have come to this point, I don't know whether I should praise Hua Qing for being sensible.

The weather in the capital had already turned cool by the end of September, and the two of them strolled around the mall.

Longhe began a shopping spree and asked Ding Heng for advice.

Ding Heng's response was not only not perfunctory, but also very proactive.

Occasionally, they can add a comment or two such as "This color suits you" or "This style makes you look slimmer," and every suggestion is just right.

Longhe was completely charmed by him, buying one item after another, swiping his card like crazy.

But gradually, Longhe realized something was wrong.

Ding Heng was extremely skilled, one could even say he was overly skilled!

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

Do you often go shopping with girls?

Ding Heng paused slightly and coughed lightly.

"Occasionally...occasionally."

Shopping with your brothers is not much different from shopping with other women. In any case, when you're picking and choosing, the most common questions are "Does it look good?" and "Do you like it?"

Other women have asked him similar questions hundreds of times.

Are you sure it's just an occasional occurrence?

Long He narrowed his eyes: "I think you know more about women's clothing than I do?"

"that……"

Ding Heng scratched his cheek awkwardly and quickly changed the subject: "Um... is that the brand you endorse? Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Long He sighed helplessly, trying to comfort himself in his heart.

It's okay, just think of it as another woman giving your brother some practice.

Maybe in the end, it'll benefit me instead...

It was already 2 p.m. when the two came out of the mall.

Ding Heng carried shopping bags in both hands, filling the trunk to the brim.

Long He sat in the passenger seat and let out a long sigh: "I'm exhausted..."

Ding Heng joked, "I'm the one carrying all this stuff, and I haven't even complained about being tired yet."

Long He chuckled, took a bottle of water out of his bag, unscrewed it, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, then handed it to Ding Heng's lips.

"Want some drinks?"

Ding Heng lowered his head and took a sip of his drink before driving the car out of the parking space.

The car merged into the traffic, and Longhe's posture was languid.

Where to go next?

"Shall we find a place to rest first, and then pick up Hua Qing this afternoon?"

"Oh……"

Long He suddenly changed the subject: "Ding Heng, how many days do you plan to stay in the capital?"

Ding Heng thought for a moment: "We'll see."

"What do you mean?"

"It's up to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll stay for as long as you take leave."

"what……"

Ding Heng's answer caught Long He off guard.

She was secretly delighted, but had to maintain a polite demeanor: "You're not going to school anymore?"