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

Finally free!

High heels are simply superhuman...

She was about to go to the restroom to change out of her bridesmaid dress when she suddenly heard footsteps outside the door, followed by deliberately hushed laughter.

Wen Shu stopped moving.

She recognized the voice.

Zhao Yanxi.

The other one is... Ding Heng.

The two seemed to be playing around in the corridor, their footsteps sometimes near and sometimes far, interspersed with Zhao Yanxi's intermittent laughter.

"Brother Ding Heng, slow down... my heel is going to break..."

"Who told you to wear such high heels?"

"They did it all so you could see it..."

"What else do you want to show me?"

Guess~

The footsteps grew closer.

Wen Shu's heart suddenly raced.

She looked around nervously, her gaze landing on the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

A built-in wardrobe with sliding doors, inside which hung several spare hotel bathrobes.

Wen Shu didn't have time to think much. Almost instinctively, she opened the cabinet door, crawled inside, and then gently closed the door behind her.

The moment the cabinet door closed, the bedroom door was pushed open.

The "click" sound was the sound of the room card being inserted into the power outlet.

Then came Zhao Yanxi's charming laughter.

"Brother Ding Heng, did you do this on purpose today?"

"Intentionally what?"

“They deliberately made me and Wenjing sit together in front of my mother.”

"You think too much."

The footsteps grew closer, and Wen Shu peeked out through the crack in the cabinet door, her heart pounding in her chest.

Zhao Yanxi had already kicked off her high heels and was walking barefoot on the carpet.

Wen Shu clearly remembers that when Zhao Yanxi came today, she was wearing an ordinary sweatshirt and jeans.

But now she's dressed as a sexy office lady, and it seems like she's cosplaying a character from an anime.

Two long legs encased in black stockings moved back and forth, allowing the man's large hands to fondle them.

"Brother Ding Heng, I've been waiting for you all afternoon..."

Ding Heng put one arm around her waist and slowly slid the other hand down her lower back, hooking his fingertips around the zipper of her OL skirt and gently pulling it.

"Whoosh..."

The fabric came undone, and the bodycon skirt slid down her long, black-stockinged legs, bunching up at her ankles.

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft hum and tilted her head up to ask for a kiss.

Ding Heng lowered his head, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth without actually touching it.

What's the rush?

The man's voice was deep, with a half-smile.

Zhao Yanxi pouted in dissatisfaction, about to say something more, when Ding Heng's hand had already slipped under the hem of her shirt, his palm pressing against the skin of her waist and slowly moving upwards.

The man traced circles on the edge of Zhao Yanxi's ribs with his thumb, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the lace edge of her bra, making Zhao Yanxi's breathing become increasingly rapid.

"Brother Ding Heng..."

Her voice trembled, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and she let him do as he pleased.

But the next second, Ding Heng stopped abruptly!

"What's wrong……"

Zhao Yanxi's eyes were unfocused, and her breathing was uneven.

Ding Heng reminded him, "Someone is watching."

"What!?"

Zhao Yanxi was startled and subconsciously looked around.

"There's no one here..."

"Don't be afraid."

Ding Heng patted her lower back: "Go find Wenjing first, I'll handle things here."

"But……"

"obedient."

Ding Heng's tone left no room for negotiation.

Zhao Yanxi gritted her teeth, bent down to pick up the skirt from the ground, hurriedly put it on, and then bent down to button it.

"Then... I'll be going now."

She walked to the door and glanced back at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng nodded to her.

Zhao Yanxi opened the door and quickly walked out.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away and soon disappeared.

The room fell silent.

Ding Heng walked to the wardrobe and opened the door.

Wen Shu huddled in the corner of the wardrobe, her face pale and her lips white.

"Brother-in-law, you and Sister Yanxi..."

Wen Shu spoke, trying her best to remain calm.

Ding Heng interrupted her, his tone indifferent: "What are you doing in the room?"

"I...I just came to change my clothes. I didn't know Sister Yanxi was in this room, I..."

"Have you changed your clothes?"

"without……"

Wen Shu shrank her head.

Ding Heng looked down at him and reminded him, "Come out, isn't it uncomfortable squatting like that?"

Wen Shu held onto the cabinet wall and slowly stood up. Her legs were a little numb, and she stumbled for a moment before regaining her balance.

She came out of the closet, keeping her head down and not daring to look at Ding Heng.

Logically, she should be catching her sister cheating, but now she's speechless because of Ding Heng's aura.

Ding Heng pointed to the sofa: "Go sit over there."

Wen Shu obediently sat down, her posture stiff.

Ding Heng then leisurely crossed his legs.

"Let's talk?"

"Talk...talk about what?"

Wen Shu tried her best to remain calm.

Ding Heng cut to the chase: "You've known about my relationship with your sister for a while now, haven't you?"

Wen Shu clenched her fists and remained silent.

Ding Heng continued unhurriedly, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to live a comfortable life anymore after it's all exposed? Or are you afraid of embarrassing your sister?"

In fact, Ding Heng had tried to confess to Wen Shu, but Wen Shu either avoided him or gave him perfunctory answers. So when he realized that Wen Shu was in the room just now, he simply decided to go all the way.

This left Wen Shu caught red-handed in the act, with no way to hide!

"Both are somewhat to some extent..."

Wen Shu didn't run away; she came back and confessed.

As the younger sister, Wen Shu didn't want to embarrass her older sister.

As Ding Heng's sister-in-law, Wen Shu was already immersed in the luxurious life provided by him.

No need to worry about money, no need to squeeze into a small room with others, enjoy expensive education, and a bright future awaits...

Ding Heng adjusted his posture slightly: "If this relationship between me, your sister, and Yan hope... continues indefinitely, what are your plans?"

"I have no idea……"

Wen Shu lowered her head.

Ding Heng didn't give her much time to think and spoke directly.

I'll give you three choices.

Wen Shu raised her head, and Ding Heng held up one finger.

"First, turn a blind eye and pretend you didn't see it. Let's both keep what happened today to ourselves."

Ding Heng raised his second finger.

"Second, go tell your parents, tell Yan hope's parents, make a big fuss about it... For us, it's good to break the deadlock before we can build the new one."

Wen Shu did not respond.