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

My own account is only a mere 20 million, which seems completely insignificant.

No...

I need to work harder to earn more money!

For my brothers!

Chapter 230: Elopement? (Part 1)

September 30th, early morning.

Sunrise City Airport.

The morning light comes later in Tibet than in the mainland; the sky only begins to lighten around 7 a.m.

"Let's go, I'll take you inside."

Ding Heng naturally took the luggage from Long He's hands.

"Ah."

Long He responded and followed Ding Heng toward the waiting hall.

Baima leaned against the car window, watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance.

Ding Heng and Long He stood side by side the whole time, occasionally turning their heads to exchange a few words.

Baima pricked up her ears to listen, but unfortunately, she was too far away.

She saw Ding Heng reach out and gently rub Long He's head.

Long He turned her head to dodge, but failed, and then let Ding Heng ruffle her pink hair.

Bai Ma pouted.

My older brother is really capable; he can even make a big star obedient.

Then, Long He raised her hand and lightly punched Ding Heng's chest, as if she were both being coquettish and complaining.

Ding Heng didn't dodge; instead, he leaned close to Long He's ear and whispered something.

Long He's ear tips turned slightly red, and she turned her face away.

Baima watched this unfold and clicked her tongue inwardly.

They hugged, touched, and nibbled on each other's ears, but it didn't feel like the kind of sweet, affectionate relationship that couples have.

If you call it ambiguous, then it really is.

Calling them brothers seems to make sense.

Compared to the other women, Ding Heng and Long He's relationship has a subtle charm that even Bai Ma can relate to.

The line between herself and Ding Heng seemed equally blurred... they kept calling each other brother and sister.

Baima glanced down at her phone, then looked up at the two people not far away.

It's already 8:20, and if I don't go through security soon, I might miss my flight.

Baima silently thought to herself... That's enough, Sister Longhe, if you don't leave soon, the plane won't wait. Several of my sisters-in-law are coming this afternoon, could you please leave some time for my brother to spend with me alone?

As if hearing her thoughts, Ding Heng stepped forward, opened his arms, and gently wrapped his arms around Long He's shoulders.

Long He also raised his hand and patted Ding Heng on the back.

A perfectly ordinary farewell hug.

Ding Heng watched Long He's figure disappear completely around the corner of the security checkpoint before turning back.

Baima quickly climbed from the back seat to the front passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and her two short legs, wrapped in light gray cotton socks, dangled on the edge of the seat.

"Brother!"

She called out with a grin, and as soon as Ding Heng got into the car, she immediately went over to him.

"Sister Longhe is gone?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

Baima deliberately asked, "Brother, what were you whispering to Sister Longhe just now?"

"What's it to you? Stop meddling!"

"Tch, stingy."

Bai Ma pouted, but didn't ask any further questions.

As the car merged onto the main road, Pema asked again, "Brother, where are we going next?"

“You’re a local, you make the arrangements.”

"I'll arrange it?"

Baima scratched his head: "We've already been to all the places we were supposed to go these past few days. The rest are just temples and stuff... Brother, you're not a Buddhist, so I can't exactly take you on a tour of temples, can I?"

That's true.

Ding Heng chuckled and asked again, "What are you planning to do when Yan hope and the others arrive this afternoon?"

"Let's just go around once again."

Baima shrugged: "There are only so many places to visit in Tibet. It would take at least three or four days to visit all the popular tourist spots."

"It's no fun just visiting tourist attractions all the time."

Ding Heng changed the subject: "Where is your hometown?"

Baima's short legs suddenly stopped swaying.

"Huh? My hometown?"

Her voice lowered unconsciously: "It's in the pastoral area, which is very far away. It takes most of the day to drive there. Moreover, the climate and living conditions there are quite harsh. I doubt the women there could stand it."

"is it?"

"Definitely!"

Bai Ma raised her voice by half an octave, as if to persuade Ding Heng, or perhaps to persuade herself.

"There isn't even a decent hotel over there, and even taking a shower is a hassle. What would the women go there for? To suffer?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Baima added, "And it's late September now, the nights there are already below zero, and it sometimes hailes, it's freezing cold."

"Row."

Ding Heng nodded.

Bai Ma secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the seatbelt.

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At 3 p.m., Ding Heng and Bai Ma returned to the airport and picked up Lin Man, Zhao Yanxi, Wen Jing, Hua Qing and others.

The group followed their tour guide, Baima, and basically repeated the same tour route as Longhe, taking photos and visiting attractions along the way.

However, Lin Man suffered from severe altitude sickness due to vascular problems.

Ding Heng continued to exchange for the [Holy Spirit Pill] from the system, which could remove negative status effects, and fed it to her. However, unlike Long He, Lin Man's condition would only improve for a short time after taking the medicine.

Left with no other choice, the group returned to Chengdu on the third day.

After the plane landed, Lin Man's condition visibly improved.

"call……"

She let out a long breath: "It's still more comfortable at an altitude of over 1,000 meters."

Zhao Yanxi took her arm: "Sister Man, you scared me to death. Those few days, looking at your face, I thought you were going to die in Tibet."

Lin Man chuckled lightly: "I can't explain it. The boss hasn't had enough fun yet, how could I bear to leave?"

"Sister Man! We're being serious!"

Zhao Yanxi reached out and pinched her.

Lin Man laughed and dodged away, and the two of them started fooling around.

Baima arranged for everyone to stay at Quzhen's villa in Chengdu. After settling their luggage and resting briefly, the girls went out shopping one after another.

Only Lin Man, who had recovered, and Ding Heng, who stayed with her, remained.

Lin Man lay on the bed in the guest room, curled up under the covers. Several days of altitude sickness had made her beautiful face look pale.

Ding Heng sat down beside her, reached out and lifted her head, placing it on his knee.

"What exactly happened?"

He pressed his thumb on Lin Man's temple and rubbed it gently.

Lin Man pondered, “My blood vessels are thinner than normal, so it’s usually fine, but the high altitude really makes it difficult to get enough oxygen. I had some mental preparation for this trip to Tibet, but I didn’t expect the reaction to be so strong. The medicine you gave me, boss, is not working.”

They were used to Ding Heng being able to pull out all sorts of magical little pills at any time, as for where they came from?

But if the men don't say anything, they won't ask.

"No wonder... I'll be more careful in the future."

The [Holy Spirit Pill] that Ding Heng exchanged could only alleviate the discomfort of altitude sickness symptoms, and ultimately could not fundamentally change the physiological structure.

"Boss~"

Lin Man sat up straight, looking somewhat anxious: "I'm really alright..."

"Alright, alright."

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently patted her face: "What's your rush?"

"They're just afraid the boss will dislike them."

Lin Man leaned back, her voice softening: "This time when we went to Tibet, no one really spent time with the boss."

Ding Heng didn't reply, but continued to gently massage her temples with his fingers.