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

She shrank back and scurried into the car: "Why is it that in Phuket we can wear bikinis in February, but in Changsha we have to be bundled up like bears?"

Zhao Yanxi joked, "You can keep wearing bikinis, no one's stopping you."

Bai Ma glanced at her but didn't respond.

The car drove out of the airport and headed back to the duplex apartment by the Xiangjiang River.

The girls started packing their luggage and souvenirs, chatting idly. Jet lag and travel fatigue made everyone feel tired to some extent.

Wenjing was the first to stand up: "I'm going to take a shower. Xiaoshu starts school tomorrow, and I need to help her get ready later."

"Let's go together, Xiaojing."

Zhao Yanxi chased after her and started playing around with Wenjing again.

Baima then walked up to Ding Heng and said, "Brother, I need to go to the school to pick up some materials beforehand. Will you come with me?"

"Don't you have your own car?"

"They want you to keep them company~"

"Good good..."

Unable to resist Baima's coquettish pleading, Ding Heng had no choice but to get up and go out with her.

The car stopped in front of the college where Baima was studying. Baima got out of the car and jogged inside.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, scrolling through his phone listlessly.

About twenty minutes later, Baima came out of the school gate with a brown paper envelope in her hand.

Behind her was a boy, short and thin, holding a bouquet of roses.

"Pema!"

The boy jogged a few steps to catch up with Baima, panting as he handed her the flowers: "Um... Happy New Year."

Baima paused, turning back to look at him.

It was probably the first time in his life that the boy had confessed his feelings to a girl, and he was very uncomfortable, but he still forced himself to hand over the flowers.

"me……"

"I have something to do, sorry."

Baima interrupted coldly, her expression indifferent.

“Pema, I…”

"I don't accept flowers."

Baima's tone was crisp: "Goodbye."

She turned and walked out of the school gate, while the boy stood there, stunned, the rose petals in his hand scattered by the wind.

Bai Ma opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, tossed the manila envelope onto the center console, and fastened her seatbelt.

"Let's go."

Ding Heng didn't rush to start the car. His gaze fell on the rearview mirror, where the boy from earlier was still standing there, stunned, at the school gate.

"Who?"

"Who could it be?"

Baima shrugged: "They just want to pursue me, but I don't want to bother with them."

"You like your size?"

Ding Heng finally started the car and joked, "You'd better be careful, it might not be a good thing."

Baima blinked: "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

"Literal meaning."

"So, brother, are you a good person?"

"You're asking unnecessary questions... If I'm eating what's in my bowl while eyeing what's in the pot, what good stuff could it be?"

Ding Heng looked straight ahead and frankly admitted to self-deprecation.

Bai Ma suddenly burst out laughing.

"Brother, are you jealous?"

"Is there?"

I think so.

Bai Ma moved closer to Ding Heng, her big eyes blinking.

Ding Heng didn't say anything; he was indeed a little jealous.

Bai Ma keenly caught Ding Heng's subtle emotions, her tone light and smug.

“Brother, why do you care who he is? I won’t pay any attention to him.”

Would a prince actually be jealous of me?

Pema sat up straight again, feeling happy inside.

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

Because he was confident in his own abilities, he didn't really care about such things.

The girls were so beautiful that they were never short of men who fawned over them.

Occasionally, one or two suitors would appear, but Ding Heng never paid them any attention, let alone took them to heart.

Keba Ma...

Perhaps it's because of her status as the "younger sister".

Even without blood ties or legal relations, the way they address each other can still influence Ding Heng's judgment.

His possessiveness towards her was particularly intense.

……

The car returned to the villa.

Baima got out of the car and took a package from the express delivery locker.

Ding Heng followed behind her, glancing at the tag on the package.

What did you buy?

"Secret."

Baima tucked the package into her bosom, turned back to stick her tongue out at Ding Heng, and ran upstairs.

Ding Heng shook his head and didn't ask any further questions.

In the living room, Wen Shu sat on the sofa as usual, memorizing English words with a focused expression.

Wenjing arrived early as well, bringing out a plate of cut fruit from the kitchen and placing it on the coffee table.

"Xiaoshu, eat something first, don't keep staring at the book."

"Ah."

Wen Shu responded and picked up a piece of apple, stuffing it into her mouth.

Ding Heng walked over and sat down, casually picking up a piece of fruit and asking, "Xiao Shu, how are your grades lately?"

Wen Shu raised her head, a smile playing on her lips: "Brother-in-law, I'm in the top fifty now."

Ding Heng was taken aback: "Top 50? Weren't you over 100 last time?"

"You're making rapid progress, aren't you?"

Wen Shu spoke with a smug tone, but quickly composed herself and said modestly, "Actually, I was also a little lucky. The final exam questions happened to be the ones I was good at."

"That's pretty impressive."

Ding Heng remarked with emotion, "I remember that in previous years, the top fifty students from your school could get into those schools, right?"

The top universities in China, such as Tsinghua, Peking, Fudan, and Shanghai Jiao Tong, are all highly competitive, with countless applicants vying for limited spots.

"It's still early."

Wen Shu lightly traced her finger across the pages of the book, half-jokingly and half-seriously saying, "There are still four months left, and things can change a lot. Brother-in-law, how about some more rewards to get you excited?"

"Snapped."

Wenjing reached out and gently patted Wenshu on the back of the head.

"Don't be complacent. There are still four months left. Focus on your studies first."

"Sis~"

Wen Shu rubbed the back of her head and pouted, looking aggrieved.

Ding Heng didn't care: "Xiao Shu, don't worry, you'll get a reward no matter what your exam results are, so don't worry."

"Thank you, brother-in-law...hehe!"

Wen Shu smiled brightly.

Wenjing sat down next to Ding Heng and said seriously, "Don't spoil her. She's at a crucial time right now, and she needs to focus on her own things."

"You are the one who should stop being so tense."

Ding Heng reached out and pinched the little white rabbit's cheek as usual: "Your sister is much more insightful than you. You should take care of yourself first, and don't worry yourself into gray hair too early."

"That's it."

Wen Shu immediately chimed in, "Sister, you look old if you keep looking so tense."

Wenjing glared at her but didn't reply.

Ding Heng was still gently kneading Wen Jing's face with his fingers when Wen Shu saw this and stood up sensibly.

"I'm going upstairs to study. You guys chat."

She ran upstairs, her footsteps disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Wenjing leaned on Ding Heng's shoulder and let out a soft breath.