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

Baima shrugged: "All the other women are asleep, so it's just me left..."

Ding Heng subconsciously reached out to touch her head, teasing her as he did so.

"Are you the only one staying up all night playing games?"

"You brat, I came to pick you up out of kindness, and you still scold me."

Bai Ma turned her head away from his hand, her tone dissatisfied.

Ding Heng wasn't annoyed. He walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.

"Is it considered scolding if I say something?"

"The way you're talking sounds just like my mom."

Bai Ma pouted and turned on her turn signal to cross the intersection.

"Try to stay up less late."

"I know, I know."

Bai Ma gave a perfunctory reply, and spoke again a few seconds later.

"By the way, brother, I want to upgrade my graphics card and monitor. My current one is struggling with AAA games; it drops frames when I turn the graphics settings up high."

Ding Heng didn't agree as readily as usual, but instead asked, "How much money have you spent this month?"

"Can you blame me? Games these days are getting more and more outrageous, with increasingly higher system requirements. My setup is already struggling."

Baima raised her voice and said in a coquettish tone, "Brother~ Isn't it only right for a brother to spend money on his sister?"

"Flowers are flowers."

Ding Heng smiled wryly: "Shouldn't I also charge some interest?"

Bai Ma's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.

What kind of interest will be charged?

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Ding Heng closed his eyes again.

Bai Ma glanced at him furtively, pursed her lips, and felt her heart inexplicably skip a few beats.

The car turned into the underground garage of the villa area and turned off the engine.

The two went upstairs, and the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on.

"Brother, you've had quite a bit to drink. Would you like to take a bath first?"

Baima bent down, took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, and neatly placed them next to Ding Heng's feet.

Ding Heng changed his shoes and glanced at her: "Are you going to help me wash them?"

Baima looked flustered: "Ah, brother, what are you saying... You've had too much to drink..."

"It's dangerous when you've had too much to drink. What if you slip and fall in the bathroom?"

"Ah...I...you..."

As Bai Ma hesitated, Ding Heng placed his large hand on her head and gently massaged it.

"Alright, just kidding! Go to sleep early."

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, followed by the soft click of a door closing.

Baima stood there dumbfounded, her heart still pounding.

Stinky brother...

She bit her lip, changed her shoes, and went upstairs to her room.

The sound of running water filled the bathroom, and the steam fogged up the mirror.

Baima stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash over her body, Ding Heng's words still echoing in her ears.

"Would you like to help me wash?"

Baima couldn't help but start imagining the scene of the two of them taking a bath together...

After taking a shower, Baima wrapped herself in a towel and went back to her room. She had just picked up the hairdryer when she heard a knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Baima turned off the hairdryer and turned to look at the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open.

Ding Heng walked slowly into the room, wearing a loose brown T-shirt and casual pants.

He walked to the bedside and lay down on it.

"what?"

Baima blinked.

"My back and waist ache after drinking alcohol."

Ding Heng buried his face in the pillow: "Come over here and give your brother a massage."

Baima said with difficulty, "I...I don't know how..."

Don't you want to upgrade your graphics card and monitor?

Ding Heng turned his head to the side, revealing only one eye as he looked at her.

Bai Ma choked...

"Oh, I'll go put on some clothes first."

She put down the hairdryer, went into the walk-in closet, and closed the door.

Standing in front of the mirror, Baima took a deep breath.

What should I replace it with?

She opened the wardrobe and ran her fingers along the rows of clothes hangers.

The first outfit is a pink and white schoolgirl uniform paired with white over-the-knee stockings.

Cute and innocent.

She changed into it and went outside.

Ding Heng looked up at her.

"I'm tired of seeing your sister-in-law wearing JK uniforms every day, she should go change into something else."

Bai Ma pouted and turned to walk back to the dressing room.

The second outfit is a floral print slip dress paired with sheer black stockings.

She walked out and twirled in front of Ding Heng.

"what about this?"

"Too easy."

Baima gritted her teeth and went back to change.

The third outfit is a gymnastics leotard paired with white stockings.

She came out, her hands unconsciously covering the outside of her thighs.

"This one……"

"Too plain."

Baima turned around and went back to the dressing room.

She hesitated for a long time this time, her fingers moving back and forth between several pieces of clothing, before finally pulling out a set that she had never dared to wear.

Lolita nurse outfit.

A pure white short dress with a shallow V-neck and an excessively short skirt. A wide white belt is tied at the waist and formed into a bow at the back.

Pair it with 5D nude stockings, so thin you can barely feel the thickness.

After changing her clothes, Baima pushed open the door and walked out again.

Ding Heng was still lying on the bed, his face buried in the pillow.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head, his gaze slowly moving down from Baima's face and finally landing on her legs.

Bai Ma felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and her fingers instinctively grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it down.

"Okay, okay..."

"Come up."

Ding Heng looked away and buried his face back in the pillow.

Bai Ma pursed her lips, walked over and climbed onto the bed. After hesitating for a long time, she finally straddled Ding Heng's back.

She was so light that Ding Heng could barely feel her weight.

"Start with the shoulders."

Ding Heng's voice was muffled by the pillow.

Bai Ma said "Oh," and placed her hands on Ding Heng's shoulders, beginning to massage.

She had absolutely no knack for massage, and her touch was so light and weak that it felt like she was just tickling Ding Heng's muscles.

"Put some effort into it."

"Oh……"

Bai Ma increased the pressure, haphazardly kneading Ding Heng's shoulder blades with her fingers.

Her posture was off; she was leaning forward, almost lying on Ding Heng's back.

The sheer stockings covering her calves clung tightly to Ding Heng's waist; the stockings felt smooth and slightly cool to the touch, and through the thin fabric, one could feel the warmth of the man's skin.

Baima's heart started racing again.