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

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That's it... resolved?

She turned her head and looked at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng had already sat down and started playing on his phone, his posture languid.

Baima moved closer, hesitated for two seconds, and then tentatively spoke: "Brother."

"Ok?"

"Why did you..."

"Why what?"

"It's...that one..."

Baima carefully chose her words: "Don't you ask me anything about car maintenance?"

Ding Heng put down his phone and turned to look at her.

"What do you want me to ask you?"

"Like... for example, asking me to do part-time work to earn money, or making bets with me or something..."

"You really want to do a part-time job?"

"No! I just feel..."

Baima couldn't continue speaking.

Ding Heng's lips curled up slightly: "Bai Ma, why do you think your mother only gives you two thousand a month?"

Baima pondered, "To train me?"

"I guess so! She thinks you're wasteful and wants you to learn how to manage your money properly."

Ding Heng patted Bai Ma on the shoulder: "But... after a summer vacation, I think you've already trained enough."

Baima blinked.

"real or fake?"

"What do you think?"

Baima began to think seriously.

She did change a lot during that month of summer vacation.

Although I didn't earn five thousand yuan in the end, at least I did justice to my efforts.

But Quzhen... are you really satisfied?

"Brother, does Mother know you're planning to lift the ban on my allowance?"

"I don't know yet, but it's not important."

Ding Heng reached out and put his arm around Bai Ma's shoulder, pulling her into his embrace.

"What did you say that day?"

"I……"

Pema recalled, "I said... I want to be your sister."

"Isn't that settled then?"

Ding Heng tightened his grip, pulling her into his arms: "Isn't it only right for a brother to be good to his sister?"

Bai Ma was held tightly by Ding Heng, and her breath was filled with his scent, reminding her of the night in Tibet when their skin was touching.

She didn't struggle, but quietly leaned against him.

Ding Heng gently stroked her shoulder hollow with his thumb, slowly and softly.

The little girl was very thin, but she had a wonderful feel to her skin—smooth, tender, and soft.

Ding Heng's fingers slowly slid from Bai Ma's shoulder to the back of her neck, his fingertips brushing against the skin behind her ear.

"Brother..."

Baima was a little nervous.

"Ok?"

"Don't move your hands..."

"I didn't move."

Baima pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Ding Heng didn't move his hand much; he just rested it on the back of her neck, occasionally rubbing it with his thumb, using very light pressure.

But Pema just felt something was wrong.

They are not related by blood, nor are they legally related at all.

The only thing they've never changed is how they address each other – brother and sister.

The older brother is good to his younger sister. He buys her a car, gives her more pocket money, and occasionally pats her head and rubs her shoulders. It doesn't seem like much.

But Baima felt that Ding Heng's hands were not behaving properly today, or rather, they were too unrestrained.

My brother...

As Bai Ma was lost in thought, Ding Heng's hand shifted its focus, gently grasping her ankles that were draped over the sofa.

Ding Heng lifted Bai Ma's two short legs up and placed them on his thighs, then took off her cotton socks.

Bai Ma's toes curled up unconsciously.

"Brother, what are you doing...?"

"Your feet are cold, let me warm them up for you."

Ding Heng spoke naturally, pressing his thumb onto Bai Ma's sole and gently massaging it.

The rough fingertips brushed against the delicate skin on the soles of her feet, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.

Bai Ma bit her lower lip and remained silent.

The toes curled and relaxed in Ding Heng's palm, like the reaction of a mimosa plant after being touched.

"Brother..."

"Ok?"

"Are you... are you taking advantage of me?"

Ding Heng didn't stop: "You're my sister, how is it taking advantage of me to massage your feet?"

Baima was speechless; it seemed that it didn't really count.

but……

Ding Heng gently pressed on the soles of her feet again.

"Um……"

Baima couldn't help but let out a short, nasal sound.

She quickly covered her mouth, her face already flushed red.

Ding Heng looked down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, but said nothing.

Baima's heart was beating so fast that she could hardly breathe.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Lin Man changed her clothes and came downstairs.

Bai Ma almost reflexively jumped away from Ding Heng's arms, quickly pulled her legs back, and hurriedly pulled a blanket to cover her feet.

Lin Man glanced at Bai Ma's flushed face, then at Ding Heng, and finally pretended not to see anything, bending down to pick up the car keys and bag from the coffee table.

"Boss, I'm leaving now."

"Ah."

"Bye-bye, Pema."

"Goodbye, Sister Man..."

Baima's voice was weak.

Lin Man went to the door, changed her shoes, and strode away.

The door closed.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Baima sat on the sofa, looking down at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng remained silent and resumed playing with his phone.

After a while, Baima slowly raised her head, secretly glanced at Ding Heng, and spoke softly.

"Brother."