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

Ding Heng remained silent.

Zhao Yanxi took their silence as consent, walked into the room with a grin, lay down on the bed, and swung her long legs up.

"Come quick, come quick, the bed is warm."

Wenjing dawdled into the room, lay down on the other side of the bed, and straightened her body.

Ding Heng was the last to enter the room. He turned off the main light, leaving only a small nightlight by the bedside.

After three rows of people had already passed by in the afternoon, the three of them made no further moves and quietly prepared to go to sleep.

Zhao Yanxi rolled over, put her arm around his waist, and pressed her face against his shoulder.

Goodnight, Ding Heng.

"Good night."

"Good night……"

Wenjing responded at the same time, and Ding Heng could feel that her breathing was faster than usual.

He reached out and gently took Wenjing's small hand... Wenjing's fingers curled slightly, then slowly relaxed, and she grasped Ding Heng's palm in return.

After a while of quiet, Zhao Yanxi's breathing gradually became even, as if she had fallen asleep.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Wenjing woke up groggily. The room was dark, with only a little moonlight shining through the gap in the curtains.

She felt something moving.

It was Ding Heng's hand.

His hand had somehow moved away from hers and was now resting on her waist, his palm warm through her thin nightgown.

His thumb gently stroked her waist, again and again.

Wenjing's breathing became a beat off.

She didn't move, pretending to still be asleep.

Ding Heng slowly moved his hand down to her hip bone, his fingertips hooking the hem of her nightgown and gently lifting it up.

The fabric was rolled up, revealing a section of her fair waist and abdomen.

A cool night breeze blew in through the window, giving Wenjing goosebumps.

The next second, Ding Heng placed his palm on Wen Jing's lower abdomen, the heat making her tremble slightly. Then, he moved his hand upwards little by little, his fingertips brushing against the lower edge of her ribs.

Wenjing finally couldn't hold back and reached out to press his hand down.

"Ding Heng..."

"Don't be afraid, I'll just play for a little while."

"Well……"

Wenjing ultimately did not resist, or rather, she had long been accustomed to her body becoming Ding Heng's convenient toy.

"Quiet".

Ding Heng called her name softly, but the force in his hand was completely opposite.

"Um……"

A short, nasal sound escaped Wenjing's throat, which she quickly swallowed back.

"I've already made arrangements for your family."

Ding Heng said calmly, "Your mother called me yesterday and said she wants your brother to transfer to Xingcheng to study."

Wenjing's body stiffened.

"I didn't agree."

Ding Heng began to draw circles lightly with his fingers, his tone still unhurried.

“I told her that I would consider it if her brother could get into the top 100 in the whole school, but I doubted it would be possible... and right now the most important thing is Wenshu’s exam.”

He pressed his fingers harder again, and Wenjing trembled.

"Your mom wasn't happy at first, but when she heard my unfriendly tone, she quickly smiled apologetically."

Wenjing didn't know what to say. Ding Heng's fingers were still moving, making her mind a complete mess.

"I'll take care of your family matters from now on. You don't need to worry about it or feel troubled."

Ding Heng's tone left no room for argument: "You stay by my side peacefully, go to school when you should, play when you should. After graduation, you can work if you want, or stay at home as my little cook and live a happy life."

"Ding Heng..."

"And Yan hope."

Ding Heng interrupted her: "You two grew up together since you were little, you're closer than sisters. You both know how she treats you and how you treat her."

The man placed his palm back on Wenjing's lower abdomen.

"Yan hope may seem carefree on the surface, but she actually cares about you more than anyone else. Why did she insist on throwing you a birthday party? Because she felt indebted to you and wanted to drag you down with her."

"She didn't..."

"I know."

Ding Heng interrupted again: "You don't need to blame her, but don't always feel like you owe her something. Neither of you owes the other anything; it's me who's being inhuman."

Wenjing's nose tingled and her eyes reddened.

"So you two should be sisters for the rest of your lives. Neither of you should try to run away, and neither of you should try to abandon the other."

Ding Heng's hand slid from her lower abdomen to her waist, pulling her into his arms, and he lowered his head to gently kiss her forehead.

"You're almost twenty, Wenjing. I'll make arrangements for your future."

The man said matter-of-factly, "As long as you stay by my side and be best friends with Yan hope for life..."

Wenjing didn't say anything, tears silently sliding down her cheeks and soaking into the pillow.

Ding Heng's thumb brushed across the corner of her eye, wiping away the tear stain.

"Why are you crying? Am I wrong?"

"no……"

Wenjing sniffed: "I... I think it's pretty good."

"What's good about it?"

"It's just... nice to meet you two."

Wenjing was completely incoherent, speaking entirely on instinct.

Whether it was the birthday arrangements for Zhao Yanxi or the simple trip arranged by Ding Heng, both made her feel valued.

This feeling was so rare for her, it had always been so since she was a child.

Things had improved after she became Ding Heng's girlfriend, but as more and more people surrounded Ding Heng, similar feelings resurfaced.

Adding in all sorts of other things, I've fallen into a period of self-inflicted internal strife.

But Ding Heng's words made her realize that she was probably being pretentious.

Ding Heng chuckled and changed the subject.

"Want to take another shower? I haven't had enough fun yet..."

"Is it just the two of us? Should we wake Yan hope up?"

"No need, hers isn't as big as yours, and it's not as fun as yours."

"okay."

The little white rabbit responded obediently as always.

It seems I understand why Zhao Yanxi and Lin Man usually enjoy having affairs alone; it's quite exciting!

A moment later...

The gauze curtains swayed gently, and the water murmured softly.

Chapter 269: Wen Shu's College Entrance Examination

Time slipped by unnoticed.

Wenjing had a simple twentieth birthday.

Instead of the dream party Zhao Yanxi had organized, the group had a simple meal in a duplex apartment by the Xiangjiang River.

The days passed at a leisurely pace until June 7th, the day of the college entrance examination.

At 8:30 a.m., the black Mercedes arrived at the gate of Wen Shu's examination room.

The roadside outside the school gate was already full of cars dropping off students for the exam. Parents were giving their children advice in twos and threes, with different expressions on their faces.

"take it easy."

Wenjing sat in the passenger seat, turning her head to look at Wenshu in the back seat, even more tense than she had been during her own exams.

"Sister, you've said it eight hundred times today."

Wen Shu smiled wryly and looked down to check her admission ticket and ID card in the transparent file bag.

Wenjing was speechless, while Wenshu got out of the car.

"Brother-in-law, sister, I'm going in."

"and many more."

Ding Heng suddenly spoke up, took a bottle of drink from the armrest box and handed it over.

There was no label, and a light pink liquid sloshed inside the transparent bottle.

Wen Shu took it and examined it curiously.

"What is this?"

"It's refreshing and invigorating."