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

Zhou Rongmei was speechless for a moment, feeling a mixture of disappointment, anger, and amusement.

Zhao Xingguo patted Ding Heng on the shoulder: "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. You guys go back and get some rest, you have class tomorrow."

"Uncle, I'll take you back to your hotel."

"Need not."

Zhao Xingguo waved his hand: "Your aunt still has to see her old classmates, you guys go back."

Ding Heng didn't insist any further and watched the two walk away.

"That scared me to death..."

Zhao Yanxi stood there, feeling completely drained, and let out a long breath.

Ding Heng reached out and ruffled her hair: "Let's go back."

The two returned to the car, where Wenjing was already sitting in the back seat, her expression also showing lingering fear.

"Uncle didn't find anything, did he?"

"Probably not."

Zhao Yanxi said wearily, "He thought we were pretending to be rich."

Although things didn't go as she expected, she managed to get through it somehow.

The car started and drove back to the villa.

The three of them loaded the things they had moved from the duplex back into the car and carried them back. By the time everything was put away, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Baima finished her shower early, then stayed in her room playing games, wearing headphones to block out all information.

Zhao Yanxi was the last to finish showering, and came out wearing a light gray cotton nightgown.

Ding Heng sat on the sofa, and Wen Jing curled up in his arms.

Zhao Yanxi sat down on the other side of Ding Heng and leaned against him.

"Tired?"

"Ah."

"Then go to sleep."

"I don't want to move."

Ding Heng reached out and brushed her wet hair behind her ear, his thumb rubbing against her earlobe.

Zhao Yanxi habitually rubbed against Ding Heng's palm, like a spoiled cat.

Wenjing looked at the two of them, hesitant to speak.

"what happened?"

Ding Heng noticed the little white rabbit's emotions.

"nothing."

Wenjing shook her head and took a sip of tea.

Ding Heng took the teacup from her hand and placed it on the coffee table.

"Just say what you have to say, why are you acting like a silent gourd?"

"Well……"

Wenjing pouted, while Zhao Yanxi suddenly burst out laughing.

"Xiao Jingjing, what are you doing? You're acting like it's your first time."

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Zhao Yanxi reached past Ding Heng and pinched Wenjing's cheek: "You were even more nervous than me in front of my parents today."

Wenjing glared at her, annoyed: "You still dare to talk back! I was almost scared to death by your dad today."

"My dad doesn't eat people."

"Can't you be a little more careful? What if we get caught..."

The two bickered back and forth, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

Ding Heng suddenly pulled the two girls into his arms with force.

"Alright, stop arguing."

The two fell silent instantly, and Ding Heng's rough, large hands began to slowly wander.

He pressed his palm against Zhao Yanxi's waist and gently stroked the edge of her ribs with his thumb.

With his other hand, he slid down Wenjing's shoulder, his fingertips hooking the neckline of her nightgown and slowly pulling it down.

Wenjing's breathing became erratic, and she raised her hand to press down on his.

"Don't……"

"Don't what?"

Ding Heng lowered his head and pressed his lips to her earlobe, his voice very soft.

Wenjing loosened her grip, letting the man's fingers slip inside her collar.

Zhao Yanxi lifted her head from Ding Heng's embrace, leaned close to his chin, and rubbed her nose against his newly sprouted stubble.

"Brother Ding Heng."

"Ah."

Did you go to Hong Kong today or not?

Why are you asking so many questions...?

Ding Heng lowered his head and bit Zhao Yanxi's red lips hard to prevent her from asking any more questions.

Zhao Yanxi felt a little dizzy from his kiss, and all her doubts vanished as she leaned back against his chest.

Ding Heng's hand was still moving.

"You two did a good job today."

"What kind of performance?"

Zhao Yanxi asked vaguely.

"How I behave in front of my father-in-law and mother-in-law".

"Who are your father-in-law and mother-in-law...?"

Zhao Yanxi retorted softly, but her happiness was evident.

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but simply hugged the two of them even tighter.

Finally, Ding Heng, having had his fill of playing, pulled his hand out from under Zhao Yanxi's nightgown and instead took her hand, which was resting on her knee, their fingers intertwined.

Go to sleep.

Zhao Yanxi looked up: "And you?"

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Oh……"

Zhao Yanxi responded, slowly stood up from the sofa, took a few steps, and then turned back.

"Hurry up."

"Ah."

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of water began to run.

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing lay side by side on the bed.

"Xiao Jingjing, were you nervous when you went back and confessed to Brother Ding Heng last time...?"

"With Ding Heng here, there's really no need to be too nervous."

"So now, are you still embarrassed to meet your parents?"

"A little bit, but it will be fine over time."

……

As the two chatted, Zhao Yanxi began to mentally prepare for the future.

But they both understood that Zhao Yanxi's family and Wen Jing's family were completely different.

There is no perfect solution yet, and Ding Heng does not want to use hypnosis or anything like that on Zhao Yanxi's parents unless absolutely necessary.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

Ding Heng walked to the bedside, lifted the quilt, lay down, and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.

The room was plunged into darkness.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhao Yanxi's voice rang out.

"Brother Ding Heng."

"Ah."

Are you tired today?

"Fortunately."

"then you……"

"rest assured."

Ding Heng pressed his palm against her thigh and began to exert force.

"I still have the strength to deal with you."

"Hmm... don't go too far, we still have to go to school tomorrow."

Zhao Yanxi was the first to beg for mercy.