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

Lin Man smiled gently, but her tone left no room for negotiation: "Bai Ma, didn't you just say your legs were sore? You can rest for a bit. I'll have someone bring up some afternoon tea."

Baima turned around and met Lin Man's ambiguous smile, then swallowed her words back.

She understood that Ding Heng had come to the capital to be with Hua Qing, and they needed to have some time alone together.

She wasn't being unreasonable; she just hadn't completely shaken off her lingering unease.

Ding Heng and Hua Qing walked out of the room one after the other, and the door closed gently behind them.

Baima sat back down on the sofa, cross-legged, and sullenly picked up Heidou.

Black Bean was being strangled so tightly that it could hardly breathe. It struggled to jump out, but she held it down firmly.

Lin Man stepped forward and teased, "Bai Ma, why do you look like a wronged woman? Anyone who didn't know better would think your brother did something to you."

"I didn't..."

Bai Ma guiltily looked away, loosened her grip, and Hei Dou immediately seized the opportunity to jump down and scurried up the cat tree to hide.

Zhao Yanxi simply asked directly, "Bai Ma, tell your sister-in-law honestly, do you like your brother?"

Bai Ma's face instantly turned red; she hadn't expected Zhao Yanxi to be so direct.

She stammered, "Sister-in-law Yan Xi, what are you saying... He's my brother..."

"Oh...brother, a good brother who is not related by blood or by law, but is purely a half-brother."

Lin Man drawled out her words, her smile meaningful: "Last time in Europe, Bai Ma, you secretly wore my Shiyu Yuyi cosplay outfit, was it so your good brother could admire it?"

Bai Ma's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Sister Man, you...you know?"

"nonsense."

Lin Man crossed her legs: "I consulted the hotel beforehand, and the hotel general manager repeatedly assured me that no one could touch our suitcases. After thinking it over, the only suspect left is you!"

Baima lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Zhao Yanxi added insult to injury at the opportune moment: "Bai Ma, you're not Ding Heng's biological sister. If you like him, just admit it openly. Don't you know your brother? Doesn't he need another woman like you?"

"me……"

After stammering for a while, Baima finally gave up and said, "I just... don't want him to always treat me like a child."

"So you want him to see you as a woman?"

Lin Man's words hit the nail on the head, leaving Baima speechless.

Zhao Yanxi and Lin Man exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

“Bai Ma, actually, this can’t be entirely blamed on your brother.”

Zhao Yanxi leaned closer again and began to impart her experience: "You are petite in appearance and figure, and you usually dress in a cute style. Who could have those kinds of thoughts about a 'cute little girl'?"

Bai Ma blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"But... Sister-in-law Yanxi, aren't you usually quite cute? Sometimes you even act young and cute..."

"I just change my style occasionally, it's completely different from yours!"

Zhao Yanxi patiently explained, "You see, when I wear cute clothes, I usually pair them with white stockings, pull the hem up a little, and tighten the waistline... These small changes are the key! You know, men are visual creatures. If you just stand there, how will he know if you're 'cute' or 'good-looking'? You have to give him some hints."

Lin Man continued, "Besides, someone like your brother is surrounded by beautiful women. If you don't take the initiative, he'll really just keep treating you like a little sister."

Baima blushed, but couldn't help asking, "Then... what should I do?"

Zhao Yanxi grinned mischievously: "The first step is to start by changing our equipment."

She got up, rummaged through her suitcase, took out a pair of brand-new white lace stockings, and handed them to Baima.

"Next time you see your brother alone, wear this. I'll let you in on a secret: he has a particular fondness for women's feet!"

Baima took the socks, glanced down at them, and saw that they had lace trim and were made of a thin, sheer material.

"This...isn't it too much..."

"Too much what?"

Lin Man interrupted her and sent her a link to a JK (Japanese schoolgirl uniform) set on her phone.

"Here, buy it and try it out yourself. This set should suit you quite well!"

Baima stared at the JK link on her phone, her heart racing.

Zhao Yanxi and Lin Man patted her head at the same time, their tone full of meaning.

"Little cook, you still have a long way to learn."

…………

A week later.

Baima stood in front of her dormitory wardrobe, holding a brand-new JK uniform she hadn't had a chance to try on yet, hesitating and unsure.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Ding Heng.

[Ding Heng]: We're at the school gate, hurry up.

Baima took a deep breath and began to change her clothes.

After changing, stand in front of the mirror again, look left and right.

Just as Lin Man said, the clothes suited her well.

White stockings covered her calves, with the lace trim at the top of the stockings set just below her calves.

The loose fit subtly conceals any figure flaws. The top slips off one shoulder, revealing a white inner camisole, subtly adding a touch of sexiness without seeming contrived. Instead, it evokes a shy yet slightly awkward girlish charm.

After a quick touch-up, Bai Ma opened the dormitory door and ran downstairs.

When I arrived at the school gate, the black Mercedes was already parked on the side of the road.

Baima slowed down, trying to look natural, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Brother."

She tentatively called out softly.

Ding Heng glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her for two seconds longer than usual.

Baima's heart raced, and she held her breath.

"Did you change into new clothes?"

Ding Heng spoke calmly, then looked away and started the car.

"Hmm... It was a gift from Sister Man."

"Quite good looking."

That's it?

Bai Ma's expectations were dashed, and she mumbled an "Oh" before fastening her seatbelt.

As the car drove onto the main road, Baima stole another glance at Ding Heng.

The man stared straight ahead, his expression completely unchanged.

The two chatted casually on the way, exchanging nothing more than mundane everyday questions like "Do you have a lot of classes this week?" and "Do you like the food in the cafeteria?"

Ding Heng's attitude toward Bai Ma, who was dressed up specially, was no different from usual.

Baima felt increasingly choked up.

The car stopped in the villa's garage, and the two went upstairs.

Zhao Yanxi, Lin Man, and Wen Jing were already in the living room.

Sister Jiang was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of the food filled the whole house.

Zhao Yanxi was sprawled on the sofa scrolling through her phone when she heard footsteps. She looked up, her gaze falling on Baima, her eyes brightening slightly.

"Hey, Baima has a really creative outfit today."

Baima smiled wryly and sat down next to Zhao Yanxi.

"Sister-in-law Yanxi, the method you suggested... doesn't seem to be working."

"It didn't work?"

Zhao Yanxi put down her phone and asked curiously, "What was your brother's reaction?"

"I just... glanced at it twice, said it was pretty, and then that was it."

Baima sighed in frustration: "It's no different from usual."

Zhao Yanxi smiled wryly and sighed, "Bai Ma, you and Wen Jing are really a match for each other."

Wenjing, who was standing nearby, turned her head upon hearing this and asked, "Yanxi, why did you bring me along?"

"That's impossible!"

Zhao Yanxi said matter-of-factly, "Think back to when you first got together with Ding Heng. All you did was blush and lower your head. You had such a great figure, but you hid it for the whole summer."

Wenjing blushed and retorted, "I... I just think wearing those clothes is too..."

"Too what?"

Zhao Yanxi seemed disappointed: "You two, one big and one small, don't know how to utilize your strengths."

Baima quickly adopted a listening posture: "Sister-in-law Yanxi, please teach me."

Zhao Yanxi reached out and gently pinched her cheek: "Okay, today your sister-in-law will enlighten you."

She cleared her throat and began to teach.

"First, you need to find a way to create physical contact. Don't be too deliberate, just... let it happen naturally."

"for example?"

"For example, when you're in a car, you can pretend you can't fasten your seatbelt and ask him to help you. When he helps you fasten it, you'll naturally be closer to each other. Or, when you're walking, you can lean closer to him, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm... Men are very sensitive to these kinds of things. If he doesn't dodge, it means he's not averse to it."

Wenjing also joined in and began to listen attentively.

Zhao Yanxi continued, "For example, when you're eating, you can help him pick up food, hand him tissues, pour water... These small gestures may seem insignificant, but if you do them often, he'll get used to your care."