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

Ding Heng walked over and sat down, staring at Bai Ma.

Bai Ma immediately came over, wrapped her arms around Ding Heng's arm, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Brother."

"Ah."

Are you in a bad mood today?

"Which eye of yours saw that I was in a bad mood?"

"I saw both of them."

Bai Ma confidently analyzed, "I felt something was off when Xiao Shu got on the bus; she didn't dare look at you the whole way. Sister-in-law Yan Xi was the same; she was much quieter than usual... Did something happen to you this afternoon?"

Ding Heng remained silent for two seconds.

"It's nothing serious."

"Then why do you look so preoccupied?"

"Is there?"

"Have."

Baima asked with certainty, "Are you worried about how to explain this to the parents of the women?"

Ding Heng's thoughts stirred slightly, but he remained silent.

Is the little girl concerned about him?

Baima released his arm and crossed her legs again: "Brother, are you starting to feel guilty because you're juggling multiple relationships?"

Ding Heng scoffed, "Do you think that's possible?"

"Then why are you being so dramatic? You still smell of smoke... Were you secretly smoking?"

Ding Heng reached out and rubbed his temples.

"I just didn't want to embarrass your sisters-in-law too much."

"so what?"

Baima leaned closer. "What are you planning to do? Confess to your uncles and aunts?"

Not for now.

"What if they find out themselves one day?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

Baima waited for several seconds, and seeing that Ding Heng did not answer, she spoke up herself.

"Brother, do you have any way to prevent them from finding out?"

Ding Heng glanced at her.

This girl is sometimes unbelievably perceptive.

"What can we do?"

He replied dismissively, "Let's take it one step at a time."

"cut."

Bai Ma pouted and leaned against his shoulder again.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"You're a real scumbag."

Before Ding Heng could react, Bai Ma added another sentence.

"But she's still quite gentle."

Ding Heng raised his hand and vigorously kneaded Bai Ma's face.

"You called me over here so late at night just to talk about this?"

"Ouch."

Bai Ma looked aggrieved.

"I was just worried you wouldn't be able to sleep."

Why are you worrying so much?

"Because you're my brother."

Baima said matter-of-factly, "It's only natural for a younger sister to care for her older brother."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated, and most of his annoyance dissipated.

He reached out and ruffled Baima's hair one last time before standing up.

"Alright, I'm leaving now, nothing else."

"Wait a minute!"

Baima grabbed his sleeve.

Ding Heng turned around.

Baima tilted her head back and blinked her big eyes.

"Brother, I really had a nightmare."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

Bai Ma nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

“You haven’t held me while we slept since we came back from Tibet. I can’t sleep at night.”

Her voice grew softer and softer as she gently fiddled with Ding Heng's cuffs.

"Would you... spend some time with me tonight?"

"Ugh……"

Ding Heng sighed, lifted the covers, and lay down.

Baima immediately moved closer, snuggled into his arms, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Brother, you are so kind."

"Go to sleep."

Ding Heng reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, Baima rubbed against Ding Heng's chest until she finally found a comfortable position.

Goodnight, brother.

"Good night."

Silent all night.

…………

The next morning.

Pema was awakened by the sunlight.

She groggily turned over and reached to the side; the sheets were already cold.

How long after the brother left?

She picked up her phone from the bedside table, and the screen lit up with a message from Ding Heng.

[Ding Heng]: We're leaving now. You get some more sleep. When you wake up, ask Sister Jiang to get you something to eat.

"You brat, you didn't even tell me you were leaving..."

Baima tossed her phone aside and buried her face in the pillow, where Ding Heng's faint scent still lingered.

She sniffed hard, then suddenly rolled over and sat up.

What am I doing?!

Baima patted her face, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked barefoot into the bathroom.

After washing up and going downstairs, I found Sister Jiang already busy in the kitchen.

"Bai Ma is awake? The porridge is still warm, let me serve you some."

"Thank you, Sister Jiang."

Baima sat down at the dining table and slowly drank the porridge.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs. Wen Shu, dressed in a skirt, looked even more delicate than usual.

"morning."

Wen Shu sat down in front of Bai Ma, and Sister Jiang served her a bowl of porridge as well.

"morning."

Baima responded and continued to drink her porridge.

Neither of them spoke.

Sister Jiang was tidying up in the kitchen, and the soft clatter of pots and pans could be faintly heard.

Wen Shu took two sips of porridge and put down the spoon.

"Pema".

"Ok?"

"My sister, brother-in-law, and Sister Yanxi, did they all leave so early today?"

"Ah."

Bai Ma didn't even look up: "She said she had something to take care of when she got back to school."