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

Wen Shu followed behind her expressionlessly.

As the elevator ascended, Baima suddenly began to scrutinize Wen Shu.

"Xiao Shu, have you lost weight again?"

"Is there?"

Wen Shu looked down at herself: "It's probably because I've been studying too hard lately."

She did not admit that she had recently started controlling her diet and paying attention to her figure, generally following Zhao Yanxi's example.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is the pressure at Peking University really that high? It can even help you lose weight!"

Baima pinched her own little belly, feeling quite envious.

"It's okay, I'm here. I'll show you how to relax!"

The elevator stopped on the 36th floor. Baima found the room number, swiped her card, and pushed the door open.

Baima walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and commented, "Hey... nice view, you can see the Forbidden City!"

"Not bad, not bad."

Wen Shu gave a perfunctory reply and pushed Bai Ma's suitcase to the corner.

She asked curiously, "Your suitcase is quite big! Are you carrying so much stuff? How many days are you planning to stay?"

"These are all necessary clothes."

Baima walked over, squatted down, and opened her suitcase.

Wen Shu looked down... Good heavens!

JK uniforms, nurse outfits, bunny girl outfits, sailor uniforms, gymnastics uniforms, white stockings, black stockings, flesh-colored stockings... a whole box full of colorful and neatly arranged items.

Wen Shu's lips twitched: "You call this necessary clothing?"

"Oh, you don't understand."

Baima closed the box, a faint blush rising to her cheeks: "Maybe my brother will come to visit me..."

"Play?"

Wen Shu's tone was subtle.

Baima, having given up all hope, leaned close to Wenshu's ear and whispered something to her.

Wen Shu's expression was indescribable after hearing this.

"So... you're really his 'good sister' now?"

"What do you mean by 'now' or 'now'? It's always been like this... it's just that the scale is a little bit larger now."

In front of Wen Shu, Bai Ma was clearly more relaxed, or rather, he had already positioned Wen Shu as his strategist.

But Wen Shu's feelings were indescribable.

After listening to Baima's description, she could even imagine the scene at that time, and a subtle bittersweet feeling welled up in her heart.

But upon further reflection, I realized that my judgment was correct.

Despite having no blood relation or legal relationship, as long as Baima continues to play the role of "younger sister," Ding Heng will proactively push the boundaries little by little.

But what if we change it to...

Wen Shu's mind began to wander again, until Bai Ma interrupted her.

Baima pulled out an exquisite gift box and stuffed it into Wenshu's hand.

"For you."

Wen Shu took it and opened it.

A Fujifilm X100VI, with a silver-black body and a cool, metallic feel.

"This……"

Wen Shu asked, puzzled, "It's not a holiday, why did you suddenly buy me such an expensive gift?"

"You should at least call me 'sister,' so of course I have to show my appreciation when I come to see you."

Baima, hands on her hips, said smugly, "Didn't you say you've been practicing photography lately? This will come in handy."

Wen Shu was both amused and exasperated.

Is this girl going on a spending spree after her mom lifted the restrictions?

In addition, Baima is usually the youngest in Xingcheng, so now that she's in front of her, she can't help but try to find her sense of superiority as the older sister.

"alright."

Wen Shu didn't hesitate and obediently replied, "Thank you, Sister Baima!"

Baima felt very comfortable being called "sister" and waved her hand again.

"Don't be so polite with me! Come on, I'll treat you to a big meal!"

late at night.

The two girls slept in the same big bed.

Pema was fast asleep, her breathing even and peaceful.

But Wen Shu, standing to the side, had her eyes wide open, showing no signs of sleepiness.

She gently lifted the covers and got out of bed, walking to the living room to pour herself a glass of water.

I stopped as I passed the wine cabinet.

Behind the transparent glass cabinet door, several rows of wine bottles were neatly arranged.

Red wine, whiskey, brandy... she didn't recognize most of the foreign words on the labels.

A scene of Ding Heng drinking suddenly flashed through Wen Shu's mind...

My brother-in-law seems to really like drinking?

Wen Shu used to dislike people who drank alcohol.

Her dad sometimes drinks too much, comes home and falls asleep immediately, and the next day the whole house smells of alcohol.

When her brother-in-law first came to visit, he was so drunk that his face was red and his neck was thick, and he could barely speak, which made her feel nauseous.

But if it were Ding Heng... it would feel completely different.

Wen Shu shook her head, secretly mocking herself for her double standards.

She went up to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine and a corkscrew, but she was not very skilled and it took her several attempts to pull out the cork.

He then poured himself a small half-cup, picked it up, and brought it to his nose to smell it.

There was an indescribable smell, completely different from the red wine she usually drank at banquets.

She took a small sip.

It's bitter.

She took another sip, but it was still bitter.

But instead of putting down her cup, she sat down on the single sofa by the window and sipped it slowly.

The liquor slid down my throat, bringing a slight burning sensation.

After finishing one glass, she poured herself another half and casually pulled out a few packets of dried meat snacks to go with the drink.

I drank it faster this time, and it was almost half gone in just two gulps.

She wasn't a good drinker; after the second glass, her body started to feel hot, her mind became sluggish, and all her thoughts slowed down, becoming blurry and incoherent.

But she still poured herself a third glass...

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Shu suddenly heard a soft "click" from the door lock.

Wen Shu turned around, thinking that she had drunk too much and was dreaming or hallucinating.

The footsteps approached from afar and stopped in front of her.

The tall figure blocked the overhead light, and the shadow enveloped Wen Shu.

"Xiao Shu, why are you drinking so much all by yourself?"

Wen Shu raised her head, her gaze vaguely falling on the other person's face.

Ding Heng frowned slightly, then bent down, putting one hand behind her back and the other hand around her knees.

Wen Shu felt herself being lifted into the air, her back falling into a warm embrace.

The intoxication made Wen Shu's body limp like a lump of mud, her cheek pressed against the man's chest, where she could hear his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Boom, boom, boom.

Wen Shu reached out and wrapped her arms around Ding Heng's neck, took a deep breath, and the man's scent instantly filled her nostrils.

"Brother-in-law..."

"Ah."

"Why are you here...?"

"I'm asking you the same thing, isn't tomorrow Friday? Why are you at a hotel?"

Just as Baima had predicted that morning, Ding Heng had come to visit his sister, but unexpectedly, his sister-in-law also stayed overnight at the hotel.

This isn't going to be fun...

"hey-hey!"

Wen Shu chuckled twice.

Perhaps she's dreaming, having a dream she's wanted to have for a long time but hasn't dared to have.

Her nose brushed lightly against Ding Heng's collarbone, and her lips moved slightly.

The sound was very soft and muffled.

Ding Heng couldn't hear clearly, so he lowered his head and leaned closer: "Xiao Shu, what is it?"

Wen Shu suddenly shoved Ding Heng with force, not hard, but very suddenly.