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

"A little lower."

Ding Heng gave the order again.

Bai Ma's hand slid from Ding Heng's shoulder to his back, pressing haphazardly on both sides of his spine.

"This way?"

"left."

She moved a little to the left.

"Further to the left."

Move it a little more.

"Passed."

"Oh……"

Bai Ma hurriedly adjusted her position, pressing her fingers back and forth on Ding Heng's back.

She didn't know what techniques to use, nor did she understand acupoints and meridians; she was just pinching based on her sense of touch.

As she continued pressing, Baima's breathing became unsteady.

She found herself straddling Ding Heng in an extremely suggestive position...

"tired?"

Ding Heng's voice suddenly rang out.

"N-nothing..."

Baima snapped out of her daze and continued working.

After pressing for a while, her hand started to ache.

"Brother...is that about enough?"

"Think about your graphics card and monitor!"

"Oh!"

Pema gritted her teeth and continued.

"Go further down."

Further down...

She glanced down and her finger stopped at Ding Heng's belt.

"Beyond this is..."

"according to."

Ding Heng's orders were not to be questioned.

Bai Ma pursed her lips, her fingers sliding down the edge of Ding Heng's belt and pressing on his lower back.

The next second, Ding Heng suddenly rolled over.

Caught off guard, Bai Ma fell forward and was eventually caught in Ding Heng's arms.

"Brother..."

Baima lay on Ding Heng's chest and called out softly.

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Baima's heart was pounding like a drum, and her breathing was rapid and disordered.

Ding Heng's arms were wrapped around her waist, and through the thin nurse's skirt, her palms were warm.

"Go to sleep."

Bai Ma paused for two seconds.

that's all?

She thought something was going to happen.

She had even mentally prepared herself, but Ding Heng just held her while she slept.

Bai Ma didn't know whether she should breathe a sigh of relief or feel disappointed, so she simply buried her face in Ding Heng's chest.

"Brother."

"Ah."

"you……"

She wanted to ask, "What exactly do you want?" but couldn't bring herself to ask.

In the end, she said nothing, but buried her face even deeper.

In the darkness, Ding Heng gently patted her back.

One, two, three...

Baima closed her eyes.

Forget it.

In short... it's pretty good.

Chapter 265: Being a Good Little Sister (Part 2)

early morning.

Bai Ma opened her eyes groggily and saw a man's muscular chest.

Ding Heng was still asleep, and Bai Ma didn't dare to move. She quietly looked at Ding Heng, her heart racing again, and then quickly looked away.

You can't watch, you can't watch, you can't watch...

Watching it will make you overthink, and overthinking will make you feel bad.

Just as I was hypnotizing myself, I heard a soft laugh from above.

Have you seen enough?

Bai Ma suddenly raised her head and met Ding Heng's ambiguous smile.

"Who, who's looking at you!"

She stammered, her face burning hot.

Ding Heng didn't expose her, but reached out and patted her head.

"are you hungry?"

"good……"

"Then get up and have breakfast."

Ding Heng threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom, where the sound of running water could be heard.

Pema slowly sat up and tidied her disheveled long hair.

What the heck...

She looked down at herself.

The nurse's skirt was wrinkled, and the stockings were torn in several places...

She wore this outfit last night and was held by Ding Heng while sleeping all night.

Bai Ma blushed again and quickly got out of bed to go to the dressing room to change her clothes.

When she came out again, Ding Heng had already gone downstairs to have breakfast.

Sister Jiang isn't here; she must have finished grocery shopping and hasn't come back yet.

Baima walked over, sat down, and took a sip of milk.

"Where is Sister Jiang?"

"out."

Ding Heng suddenly reached out and pulled Bai Ma into his arms, holding her tightly. Then he scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

"Good boy, open your mouth."

"W-What are you doing..."

"Hey, you."

Ding Heng spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and Bai Ma blushed again.

"I...I can eat by myself..."

I want to feed you.

Ding Heng handed the spoon forward: "Hurry up, my hand is tired."

Unable to break free, Baima had no choice but to open her mouth.

The warm white porridge was soft, sticky, and sweet when it was put into the mouth.

Ding Heng scooped up another spoonful, this time adding a little bit of side dish, and placed it on top of the porridge before handing it over.

Baima obediently opened her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

Ding Heng fed him very slowly, spoonful by spoonful, without rushing or getting impatient.

Occasionally, some porridge would spill from Baima's mouth, and he would take a tissue to wipe it off for her, his actions natural and attentive.

Pema felt uncomfortable after eating breakfast.

It feels... very strange.

It felt like being cared for as a child, or like being fed a small pet.

She couldn't explain it.