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

"What are you doing down here?!"

Ding Heng rarely yelled at her, but his voice was exceptionally clear amidst the noise of the hail.

"I'll help you!"

Baima hunched her shoulders, hugged her arms tightly, and shivered from the cold.

"Help me?! Go up there!"

Ding Heng strode over, grabbed her arm, and pushed her into the car.

Baima was pushed so hard that she stumbled, slipped, and fell forward.

"Hey……"

She gasped and instinctively reached forward with both hands, only to land squarely on a sharp rock.

A sharp pain shot through my palm.

"hiss……"

Baima gasped, looking down to see a gash on her right palm, with blood mixed with mud flowing down.

As expected, I couldn't help at all and only made things worse.

Ding Heng's face darkened, and without saying a word, he scooped her up and shoved her into the passenger seat.

"Don't move."

He rummaged through the trunk for a first-aid kit, opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and turned on the interior lights.

Baima obediently extended her right hand, palm facing up.

The wound wasn't deep, but it was quite long, extending from the base of the thumb to the wrist, covered in blood, which made one's heart clench.

Ding Heng unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and carefully rinsed the wound.

The cold water touched the wound, and Baima gasped in pain, but bit her lip to keep from making a sound.

"If it hurts, shout out. Don't hold it in."

"It doesn't hurt..."

Baima remained defiant, but her eyes were already beginning to redden.

Ding Heng didn't speak, and moved even more gently.

Rinse thoroughly, disinfect with iodine solution, and then apply the ointment obtained from the system.

Ding Heng gently put Bai Ma's hand down, then took out a pill from his pocket and handed it to her.

"have eaten."

Baima took it and obediently put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

A few seconds later, a warm feeling spread from my stomach to my limbs.

The pain from the wound on my palm lessened, and most of the chill in my body was dispelled.

After confirming that Baima was alright, Ding Heng got out of the car and continued shoveling mud.

This time, Baima didn't follow him any further. She sat obediently in the car and watched him through the window.

Ding Heng shoveled for nearly half an hour, then returned to the car and tried twice more.

The car still wouldn't move; instead, it sank deeper and deeper.

Engine problem?

Ding Heng opened the system exchange window, trying to find a suitable item, but ultimately had to close it again.

Yes, there is, but the commotion was too great and would inevitably frighten Baima, so it's really hard to explain.

Baima felt extremely distressed seeing Ding Heng completely soaked.

"Brother..."

"fine."

Ding Heng interrupted her: "Let's spend the night in the car and figure something out tomorrow morning."

He turned the heater up to the maximum and then took a thick blanket from the trunk and laid it on the back seat.

Then I took off my soaking wet jacket and dried myself off with a towel.

When Baima saw Ding Heng's bare upper body, with water droplets running down the lines of his chest muscles, she blushed and quickly looked away.

"come over."

Ding Heng waved to her.

Baima didn't move.

"What are you standing there for? Come over and take off your wet clothes, or you'll catch a cold."

Baima bit her lip and climbed from the passenger seat to the back seat.

She gripped the hem of her windbreaker tightly with her fingers, and hesitated for a long time before slowly taking it off.

Her inner fleece was also mostly soaked, clinging to her body and outlining the girl's youthful curves.

Ding Heng had already crawled into the blanket and reached out his hand to her.

After much hesitation, Baima obediently moved closer, but was extremely embarrassed.

Ding Heng wasn't awkward at all. He simply took matters into his own hands and quickly stripped the girl down to her underwear before pulling her fair and delicate body into his arms.

The blankets wrapped the two of them up tightly.

In a daze, Baima remembered that the women always complained that Ding Heng had a high body temperature, as if the heat was coming from his bones and never stopped.

Ding Heng's palm was already covering Bai Ma Guang's bare back, with no barrier between their skin.

His hand could almost cover most of her back, and that feeling of "so small as to be held in one hand" traveled from his palm to his chest, giving Ding Heng an inexplicable possessiveness.

Are you still cold?

Ding Heng looked down at her.

Baima shook his head, then nodded.

She couldn't explain how she felt.

My body is no longer cold, but my heart is beating very fast, incredibly fast.

Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, making her dizzy.

"Brother..."

"Ok?"

"Your medicine really works."

Baima made conversation out of silence.

Does the wound still hurt?

"It doesn't hurt."

Baima opened her right hand, the band-aid on her palm slightly bent from being rubbed by the blanket.

Ding Heng held her hand, pressed the band-aid flat, and gently ran his fingertips across the back of her hand.

Bai Ma's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

Do you think... my sister-in-law and the others will worry about us?

"Don't worry, I've already messaged them."

"Oh……"

Baima responded, but then didn't know what else to say.

The car quieted down, the engine hummed, and hailstones pelted the roof.

Baima leaned against Ding Heng's chest, her eyes closed, but she couldn't fall asleep.

She really wanted to take the opportunity to ask something, but she had too many questions and her thoughts were a jumbled mess.

She wanted to ask him why he was so good to her.

I want to ask him if his sisters-in-law know that he took her out alone.

I want to ask him... what exactly is their relationship now?

But the words stuck in his throat.

She was afraid that if she asked the question, she wouldn't even be able to maintain this little bit of ambiguity.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"nothing."

Baima closed her eyes, buried her face even deeper, and silently inhaled the man's scent.

The strong scent mixed with a hint of sweat wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, it made her feel at ease.

Finally, Baima gradually became sleepy, and her consciousness began to blur.

In a half-dream, half-awake state, she felt Ding Heng's hand gently patting her back, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the clasp of her bra.

One gentle touch at a time, like coaxing a child.

She was completely relieved and drifted off to sleep...

Chapter 232: The Girls After the Man Left.

Chengdu villas.

Hua Qing opened her eyes groggily and instinctively reached to her side.