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

"boss."

Lin Man hesitated and said, "Why don't you stay and keep them company? I can handle things here in Hong Kong on my own."

"Need not."

Ding Heng bent down and got into the car: "Let's go."

Lin Man was stunned for a moment before quickly getting into the car.

The car door closed, and the van slowly drove out of the hotel.

Lin Man turned her head to look at Ding Heng, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

"What are you looking at?"

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

"nothing."

Lin Man turned back: "I just think the boss is really nice."

Stop flattering me.

"hey-hey……"

Lin Man smiled smugly. Ding Heng's promise to her had not changed because of the arrival of the other girls.

She wasn't exactly overjoyed, but at least she could feel Ding Heng's attention to her, which made her feel quite happy.

Upon arrival, the two met with Manager Huang and the relevant lawyers, and the entire morning was consumed by the lawyers' rambling.

Lin Man was busy running around, and by 12:30 pm, the matter was largely resolved.

Although it was just an ordinary weekend, Hong Kong Disneyland was quite crowded, but it was still much better than Shanghai Disneyland.

Zhao Yanxi and Baima were like two wild horses, and Wenjing had no choice but to join them in their crazy fun and buy a lot of souvenirs.

Lin Man followed behind, finally switching from the high heels she had been wearing for several days to comfortable flats, which slowed her pace considerably.

Ding Heng walked at the very back, silently acting as the photographer for the girls as usual.

Back at the hotel in the evening, the group took turns showering and changing clothes before starting a four-player ranked match.

The noise in the bedroom continued for a long time, until the early hours of the morning.

Ding Heng comforted the three girls until they fell asleep, then gently withdrew his arm, got out of bed, and left, closing the bedroom door softly behind him.

Upon entering the living room, one finds only a floor lamp casting a dim, yellowish light.

Ding Heng walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and added two ice cubes.

The amber-colored liquor swirls gently in the glass, while the ice cubes clink together with a crisp sound.

"Brother."

A soft, sweet voice came from behind him, and Ding Heng turned around.

Baima stood at the entrance of the corridor, wearing an oversized Totoro nightgown, her big, round eyes looking at her with a resentful expression.

"It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and spoke in a teasing tone.

Baima plopped down on the sofa, crossed her short legs, and sulked without saying a word.

"what happened?"

Ding Heng sat down beside her.

Baima pursed her lips and finally spoke.

"The hotel's soundproofing is terrible."

Ding Heng paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

He didn't respond to that, but simply stood up, took another glass from the liquor cabinet, poured in some whiskey, added two ice cubes, and handed it over.

"Is it drinkable?"

Baima glanced down at the amber liquid in her glass and hesitated.

What does it mean that the brother asked him to drink?

Is it to get himself drunk so he can take the opportunity to do something naughty?

Or simply treat her as an adult...

"Give it a try."

Baima took it, brought it to her lips and took a small sip. Her brows furrowed instantly, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

But she managed to swallow it with difficulty, then hissed as she took a deep breath and stuck out her tongue.

"It tastes awful."

"You'll get used to it after drinking it a couple more times."

Ding Heng picked up his cup and took another sip.

The living room quieted down. The light from the floor lamp illuminated a small area of ​​the space, and outside the window was the night view of Hong Kong, with neon lights flickering in the darkness.

What are your plans for this semester? Do you want to take the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4)?

Ding Heng leaned back on the sofa and turned his head to look at her.

Baima thought for a moment and said, "Just go to school as usual, eat and drink as usual."

"That's it?"

"if not?"

Baima said confidently, "Unlike Xiaoshu, who can get into Peking University, graduate smoothly, and just coast along, and if needed, go abroad to get a degree?"

Ding Heng reached out and pinched Bai Ma's waist.

"Ouch!"

Baima shuddered and almost jumped off the sofa: "Brother, what are you doing!"

"You're still just loafing around waiting to die? Look at your belly."

Ding Heng warned, "If you keep eating like this, you'll become a little chubby."

Baima patted her belly when she looked down, then glared at Ding Heng and said, "Where am I fat? I'm not fat!"

"Alright..."

Ding Heng crossed his legs: "It's more comfortable to hug if you have a little bit of flesh. If you're too thin, it'll feel uncomfortable."

Bai Ma blinked, probably understanding the hint, and suddenly moved over and sat down on Ding Heng's lap.

Even though she's gained a little weight recently, Baima is still light and airy, with almost no weight to her name.

The hem of her nightgown rode up a bit, revealing her fair and delicate knees.

"Then brother, please hug me more."

She tilted her head back and said, "I'll try it out first, then I'll consider whether to gain or lose weight."

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently flicked the tip of her nose.

What are you thinking about?

"I wasn't thinking anything."

Baima looked completely innocent: "I just felt... Brother, you're so good to the sisters-in-law, but to me..."

"Not good to you?"

Ding Heng interrupted her.

"It is good."

Baima's voice trailed off: "It's just... a little different."

"What's different?"

"that is……"

Baima had absolutely no idea what to say.

She wanted to say that she wanted to try what you did for the older women.

Ding Heng poked her forehead with his finger: "Don't think about those things."

Bai Ma cried out "Ouch!" and leaned back slightly before regaining her balance.

"We are not related by blood, nor are we legally related."

Ding Heng said earnestly, "But I still consider you my younger sister."

Baima muttered indignantly, "Sister? How can you treat your sister like this?"

He rubbed her feet, pinched her belly, cuddled her to sleep, and even played with her feet...

Is this what you call "younger sister"?

"What? Is it wrong for a brother and sister to be a little affectionate?"

Ding Heng spoke righteously, and after finishing, he reached out and pinched her soft little belly.

It's soft and tender; it really feels good to the touch.

Bai Ma felt uncomfortable being pinched all over. She tried to dodge but couldn't, so she could only glare at him angrily.

"Bad brother."

She muttered to herself.

Ding Heng withdrew his hand, picked up the whiskey, and took another sip.

"good."

He reassured her, "Don't overthink it. Be a good girl, and I'll buy you whatever you want."

Baima lowered her head and stared at her knees pressed together.