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

Baima nodded earnestly.

"Also, when you talk to him, get a little closer and look him in the eye. Don't look down when you're nervous; if you do, your presence will be weaker."

Zhao Yanxi got more and more excited as she talked and started to boast about herself: "What did I do back then? The first time I went out to eat with Brother Ding Heng, I took his arm, poured him drinks, and shielded him from drinking... After all that, all of his cronies called me sister-in-law."

Wenjing finally couldn't help but interject, "Zhao Yanxi, is it appropriate for you to teach Baima these things...?"

“What’s wrong with that? I’m teaching her proper social skills, not some crooked or unorthodox methods.”

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes and concluded, "In short, Baima, your biggest problem right now is... he treats you like a little sister, and you habitually play the role of a little sister in front of him. You need to make him feel that you are a woman, not a child."

Baima nodded thoughtfully.

Before we knew it, it was dinnertime.

Baima decided to put Zhao Yanxi's "teaching" into practice.

She sat down next to Ding Heng, picked up the serving chopsticks, and put a piece of pork rib into Ding Heng's bowl.

His movements were stiff, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Brother, you, you should eat more."

Ding Heng looked down at the ribs in the bowl, then looked up at Baima.

Bai Ma braced herself to meet Ding Heng's gaze, trying her best not to bow her head.

But her face was tense, and her expression seemed too deliberate.

There was a moment of silence on the table.

First, Zhao Yanxi burst out laughing.

After being mocked by the "teacher," Baima hurriedly put away her chopsticks.

Lin Man also suppressed a laugh, pretending not to have seen anything.

Only Wen Shu said sarcastically, "Bai Ma, when did you become such a caring younger sister?"

Bai Ma sheepishly withdrew her hand, buried her head in her rice, and dared not say another word.

Ding Heng picked up a rib, took a bite, and chewed it expressionlessly.

"It tastes good."

He didn't point it out, nor did he ask any further questions.

He simply reminded her, "Eat properly."

"Oh……"

Baima's last bit of courage completely vanished.

late at night.

The noise in Ding Heng's bedroom continued until midnight before gradually subsiding.

Lin Man and Wen Jing had already collapsed onto the bed and fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhao Yanxi put on her pajamas and walked out of the room, finding Ding Heng on the rattan chair by the window.

The man was shirtless, with a glass of whiskey in his hand, gazing at the distant river.

"Brother Ding Heng."

The kitten walked over and nestled into its owner's arms as usual.

Ding Heng put one arm around her waist and took a sip of wine with the other.

He asked, "Did you deliberately teach Pema during the day?"

Zhao Yanxi raised her head and met Ding Heng's ambiguous smile.

"I...I was just trying to give her some advice..."

"Give me some ideas?"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "She calls you 'sister-in-law,' and you teach her how to seduce men? Is that appropriate?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted, unconvinced, and said, "What do you mean by seduction... I just taught her how to express her feelings!"

"Did Lin Man instigate you to do this?"

"Eh..."

Zhao Yanxi looked shocked, then relieved.

Sure enough, they couldn't hide anything from men, big or small.

"I knew it."

Ding Heng sighed and gently stroked Zhao Yanxi's waist with his hand.

After talking with Lin Man that night, he guessed that the stupid fox would take action, but he didn't expect that she would instigate Zhao Yanxi to become Baima's teacher.

He said calmly, "It's fine for Baima and me to stay as we are. Trying to change anything would only make her uncomfortable."

Zhao Yanxi looked puzzled.

Maintain the status quo? What does that mean?

Does Ding Heng have absolutely no interest in Baima?

"Think about Wenjing."

Ding Heng sighed, "It was quite amusing that you encouraged Wenjing back then, but if she were to become as good at flirting as you, it would lose its charm... and wouldn't be as appealing!"

Zhao Yanxi narrowed her eyes and finally understood.

"You rascal, you just collect different types of things, don't you?"

She leaned in and gently bit Ding Heng's shoulder, the bite light, like a kitten chewing.

Ding Heng smiled, did not refute, and continued to pull Zhao Yanxi closer to his chest.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"Humph!"

The kitten gave a haughty hum and buried its face back into its owner's chest.

A kitten that is loved by its owner never feels wronged.

……

The next morning.

Baima got up early, washed up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs. Ding Heng was already sitting at the dining table drinking porridge.

She hesitated as she walked over and sat down, looking like she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Ding Heng put down his spoon: "Is something the matter?"

"Um……"

After hesitating for a long time, Baima mustered up her courage and asked, "Brother, could you take me home today? I've made plans to go shopping with some of my roommates."

She didn't dare use any of the "techniques" Zhao Yanxi taught her yesterday, and in the end, she could only use "roommate" as an excuse.

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "You don't want me to accompany you the whole time again, do you?"

Bai Ma scratched his head sheepishly and gave a fawning smile.

"Just... take me to where you are, you don't need to stay with me the whole time."

She wanted to say, "You can come with me for a while," but she swallowed the words back.

Let's get them to come out first, and we'll talk about the rest later.

Seeing her guilty look, Ding Heng chuckled and said, "Alright, but I have a condition."

Baima quickly sat up straight: "What are the conditions?"

"Today you will follow my instructions completely. No bargaining or backing out halfway through."

"Ah...Brother, what are your plans?"

"you guess."

Ding Heng stood up and picked up his car keys.

Baima hesitated for two seconds, then gritted her teeth and said, "Deal!"

She ran upstairs to change her clothes, then ran into the garage, her movements much more agile than usual.

Ding Heng was already in the driver's seat. Bai Ma opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt.

Bai Ma thought Ding Heng would drop her off at the mall entrance and then turn around and leave.

After all, the man had done the same thing every time he hitched a ride in the past.

He stopped the car, shooed people away, and stepped on the gas—all done cleanly and efficiently, without even a word of extra instruction.

So she prepared herself mentally well in advance, and even thought of what to say beforehand: "Brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'll take the subway home after I'm done shopping."

But the car did not stop at the mall.

It continued along the main road, passed through the city center, and drove onto the elevated highway.

Pema peered out the car window and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, where are we going?"

You'll know when you get there.

Ding Heng, steering the wheel with one hand, said, "Also, send a message to your three roommates and tell them to wander around on their own for a while. I'll treat them to dinner later."

Baima didn't ask any further questions, but took out her phone and tagged all the members in the dormitory group chat.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: My brother and I have something to do, we'll treat you to dinner later, you guys go ahead and explore.

[Zhou Ling]: ? Your good brother is here too?

【白马非马】: Hmm.

[Zhou Ling]: Okay, we'll wait for your news!

The car stopped in front of a Porsche center in the suburbs.

Baima was stunned: "Brother...this..."