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

Ding Heng closed the door, turned around and said, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"Would it still be a surprise if I told you?"

Bai Ma took off her leather boots and kicked them to the shoe cabinet. Her feet, wrapped in white silk, stepped onto the floor, her toes gently curling and relaxing, leaving a few shallow wet marks on the floor tiles from her sweaty feet.

"I'm exhausted... I got up early this morning to catch my flight, I'm so sleepy, and my legs are so sore."

She slumped onto the sofa, stretched her short legs out towards Ding Heng, and pleaded pitifully, "Brother, rub it for me~"

Ding Heng sat down beside her and gently patted her.

"Pretending again."

"No fake! Seriously sour!"

Baima placed her feet on Ding Heng's thighs, her toes lightly tapping the inside of his knees: "You've been to my hometown before, haven't you? During the Spring Festival, I walked several kilometers every day on average, and I even got calluses."

"real or fake?"

"If you don't believe me, take off my socks and see..."

Baima took the initiative to make a request, but she lacked confidence, and her eyes darted around unnaturally.

Ding Heng glanced down.

White Ma pantyhose are made of thick, matte fabric that tightly wraps around the legs and extends all the way to the hem of the skirt.

If you want to take it off, you have to put your hands inside first...

Ding Heng took a deep breath, raised his hand and grasped Bai Ma's left ankle, pressing his thumb onto the sole of her foot.

"hiss……"

Baima gasped, her toes instinctively curling, and she leaned back, saying, "Brother, be gentle!"

"Didn't you tell me to massage it?"

Ding Heng loosened his grip.

The white pantyhose felt soft and smooth to the touch. Through the thin cotton fabric, you could feel the warmth of your feet and the subtle contours of your bones.

My soles were slightly damp, a light sweat from rushing around, which was absorbed by my cotton socks, making them feel even softer.

Baima's breathing gradually became erratic, and a few muffled groans escaped from her nose.

"Hmm... a little more pressure on the left... yes... right here..."

Ding Heng suddenly increased the force in his hand, and Bai Ma's body trembled slightly.

"Um……"

She bit her lower lip, swallowing the sound.

"Brother, could you get me some of that ointment you used for your wives?"

"Why would I give it to you?"

"I walk a lot all the time, can't I take care of myself a bit?"

Bai Ma gently kneaded her toes in Ding Heng's palm, like a kitten kneading its milk: "Don't be biased!"

"I gave it to them for my own convenience."

Ding Heng pressed his thumb firmly on the sole of Bai Ma's foot.

"Ouch...it hurts!"

Baima gasped and sprang halfway up the sofa.

She simply moved closer to Ding Heng, her big eyes blinking brightly: "Sister can also help brother relieve himself..."

Ding Heng turned his head to look at her, a half-smile on his face.

When is it convenient for you?

"Just...just..."

Baima stammered, "Brother, do whatever you want..."

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but raised his hand and squeezed her foot hard.

"Ouch!"

Bai Ma winced in pain, pulled her feet off Ding Heng's thighs, curled up and hugged her knees, gently rubbed her injured ankles that had been pinched red, glared at Ding Heng angrily, and pouted slightly.

"You stinky brother! You're so rough!"

"Alright, behave yourself."

Ding Heng picked up his coffee again and took a sip. It had gone cold and was even more bitter.

"Humph!"

Bai Ma gave a soft hum and slumped back onto the sofa, her little feet dangling and her toes twitching.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs as Lin Man yawned and came down.

"Pema?"

She exclaimed in surprise and asked, "When did you get back?"

Baima jumped off the sofa, ran to Lin Man, and clasped her hands together in a gesture of respect.

"Happy New Year, Sister Man! Wishing you become more and more beautiful and younger in the new year, and that your boss will pamper you even more!"

"Oh my, what a sweet talker."

Lin Man laughed out loud and reached out to pinch Bai Ma's cheek: "Your outfit... is that the God of Wealth?"

"Yup!"

Baima twirled around triumphantly: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Beautiful, beautiful."

Lin Man gave a perfunctory reply, then asked, "How much New Year's money did you receive this year? Let me be envious."

Bai Ma's smile instantly vanished.

"Don't even mention it."

She sighed, "My mom didn't give me a single penny, saying I'm an adult now and should earn my own money. My uncles and aunts did give me some, but it's not even enough for my plane ticket back home."

"So miserable?"

Lin Man looked at Ding Heng with a smile: "Then how about I ask your brother to get you a big one later?"

Baima also turned to look at Ding Heng, her eyes pleading.

Ding Heng didn't even look up when he heard this: "Why are you looking at me? I'm not the God of Wealth."

Why aren't you?

Bai Ma got angry and ran back to Ding Heng, tilting her head back, hands on her hips, her red skirt brushing against Ding Heng's knees: "They came all this way to give you money, you have to give them something in return, right? There's no way you can just take and not give back."

"We'll talk about it when you start school."

"Hmm... stingy."

Footsteps echoed down the stairs again, and Wenjing, Zhao Yanxi, and Hua Qing came down one after another, greeting Baima warmly.

Some pinched her cheeks, some stroked her hair, praising her adorable God of Wealth outfit, all wanting to share in the good fortune.

Zhao Yanxi suddenly suggested, "Brother Ding Heng, Baima is back. Shouldn't we go out and have some fun? We're so bored staying at home every day."

Lin Man chimed in, "I think so too. These past few days during the Lunar New Year have made people feel like they're going to mold."

Wenjing asked softly, "Where to?"

"Let's find a warm place."

Pema was the first to speak: "I've been freezing in Tibet these past few days. It's been below minus ten degrees Celsius every day. I have to bundle up like a bear when I go out. And when I get back to Changsha, it's damp and cold... Now I just want to wear something light and get some sunshine."

"Going to the beach again?"

"Okay!"

Lin Man had already taken out her phone and started browsing: "Visa-free, warm islands... How about Phuket? Visa on arrival, direct flight, only four or five hours away."

Everyone turned to look at Ding Heng, waiting for the man to make a decision.

Ding Heng slowly took a sip of coffee, his tone calm and unwavering.

"You can arrange it."

……

On a whim, the group arrived at Kamala Beach in Phuket at 3 p.m.

The journey from the airport to the villa took less than an hour, and Lin Man's "friend" personally came to pick her up from the airport.

A Thai man of Chinese descent in his early thirties was driving a black Toyota Alphard.

Dressed in a suit and tie, he politely escorted everyone to the mountainside, introducing the local customs and culture in fluent Chinese along the way.

The villa is built on a cliff, facing the Andaman Sea.

The infinity pool's water merges seamlessly with the distant sea, making it impossible to distinguish where the pool edge ends and the horizon begins.

The white building is nestled in the shade of palm trees, its lines clean and simple, with large floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the color of the sky.

The girls chose their rooms, changed into their swimsuits, and jumped into the pool, splashing water everywhere.

Baima was the last one to come out.

The pink and white striped one-piece swimsuit is made of slightly thick cotton and features a small bow decoration on the chest.

Unlike other women's sheer and sexy designs, this one is like an enlarged version of a child's dress, cute and childlike, yet clean and innocent.

Her two short legs were thin and white, with round knees, soft flesh on her calves, and pink toes.

Bai Ma plunged into the pool, her form not quite right, splashing up a huge spray of water that made Lin Man scream and dodge.

She slowly swam to the edge of the pool, lay down on the edge, and rested her chin on her arm.

"Comfortable……"

The sunlight poured down from above, turning her fair shoulders slightly pink.