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

In the darkness, there was only the rustling of clothes and the suppressed breathing of the other person.

Suddenly, Wenjing bit her lower lip and buried her face in the pillow.

Ding Heng's fingers roamed over her body, his movements slow and precise, showing his complete familiarity with every inch of her body.

Wenjing's breathing became increasingly erratic.

"Ding Heng..."

"Ah."

"Be gentle..."

"it is good."

He agreed readily, but didn't lessen the force in his hands at all.

Wenjing let out a short, nasal sound, then quickly swallowed it back.

Zhao Yanxi laughed out loud from the side.

"Xiao Jingjing, you're still the same..."

"you shut up."

Wenjing reached out to cover her mouth, but Zhao Yanxi turned her head away, and the two of them started playfully fighting.

Ding Heng was sandwiched between them, holding one of them down with each hand.

"Stop fooling around."

"Who's making a scene..."

Ding Heng's hand covered it again.

This time, no one spoke.

Only moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, spreading a small patch of silvery white across the floor.

……

The next morning.

Sunlight fell on the disheveled sheets.

Ding Heng opened his eyes, glanced at Zhao Yanxi who was still fast asleep, and then looked at Wen Jing curled up on his other side.

Both of them were sleeping soundly.

He gently pulled his arm away, lifted the covers, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.

After washing up and changing clothes, Wenjing was already awake.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her hair disheveled, her eyes not fully open, her round face still sleepy.

"morning."

"morning."

Ding Heng walked over and habitually pinched her cute and delicate face.

Wenjing blushed slightly and lowered her head to adjust the neckline of her nightgown.

"Do you have class today?"

"Yes, two classes in the morning."

"Then let's go, I'll see you off."

Wenjing nodded and stood up.

Zhao Yanxi turned over, mumbled something indistinctly, "You guys go first, I'll have Baima take me," and buried her face in the pillow again.

Ding Heng glanced at her but didn't wake her.

The two changed their clothes, went downstairs, and got into the car.

Wenjing fastened her seatbelt and gave a light yawn.

Ding Heng started the car and drove out of the garage.

What time did you go to sleep last night?

Ding Heng turned the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at her.

Wenjing thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember... maybe two or three o'clock?"

"It's amazing you can even get up."

"You have to go to class eventually..."

Wenjing muttered softly and yawned again.

Ding Heng reached out and pinched her cheek again.

"You played well last night."

"What kind of performance?"

"She didn't cry or make a fuss, which is much better than Yan Xi."

"Ding Heng!"

Wenjing reached out to pinch him, but Ding Heng turned his head away and withdrew his hand with a smile.

The car stopped at the intersection, and the red light countdown ticked away. Suddenly, Wenjing remembered something.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"Have you noticed... that Xiaoshu has been acting a little strange lately?"

Ding Heng turned his head to look at her: "What's wrong?"

I can't explain it.

Wenjing pondered, "I just feel like she's... not quite the same as before. She used to tell me everything, but now it seems like... she's keeping things to herself."

"It's normal for college students to have some little secrets of their own."

"no……"

Wenjing found it hard to describe: "During the National Day holiday, she was always alone and didn't talk to us much. She would eat in silence, and then fiddle with her camera afterward."

"What do you want her to talk to us about? Relationships between men and women?"

"Eh...that's true."

Wenjing sighed, "Maybe I'm overthinking it."

The green light came on, and Ding Heng stepped on the gas.

"I've told you many times, your sister is smarter than you, she knows what she's doing, so don't worry about her all the time. Besides, she's in college now, you can't live her life for her, can you?"

Wenjing pursed her lips and said nothing more.

The car came to a stop in front of the teaching building, and Wenjing unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Then I'll go first."

"Ah."

Ding Heng reached out and gently pinched her cheek.

"Shall we have lunch together at the cafeteria?"

"it is good."

Wenjing obediently responded and got out of the car.

Ding Heng watched Wen Jing's figure disappear at the building entrance before picking up his phone.

The screen lit up, showing several unread messages.

The top message was sent by Wen Shu at 11 p.m. last night.

【Lucky Little Lady】: [Image]

[Lucky Little Shu]: Brother-in-law, can you take a look at this photo for me?

Ding Heng clicked on the picture.

It was dusk at Weiming Lake in Peking University. The setting sun sank behind Boya Pagoda, turning the sky orange-red, and the silhouette of the pagoda's spire was reflected on the lake.

The composition isn't particularly stunning, but it's clean and shows that it was carefully considered.

Ding Heng tapped his fingers on the screen.

[Ding Heng]: I'm not a master, I can't see the secrets.

The message was sent and received a reply almost instantly.

【Lucky Little Shu】: [Little Rabbit Sighing.jpg]

[Lucky Little Lady]: You're just saying it casually, is it good or not?

[Ding Heng]: Not bad.

[Lucky Little Lady]: It's alright again...

[Lucky Little Lady]: Couldn't you have changed your line?

Ding Heng laughed out loud and continued typing.

[Ding Heng]: It looks great, okay?

【Lucky Little Shu】: [Little bunny happily spinning in circles.jpg]

[Lucky Little Shu]: By the way, brother-in-law, do you think I should join the photography association?

[Ding Heng]: Why did you suddenly want to add this?

[Lucky Little Shu]: Well... make more friends. You can't just attend classes all the time in college.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Didn't you say you wanted me to develop some hobbies?

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow.