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

The living room fell silent, leaving only Baima and Wenshu.

"Let's go to sleep."

Baima grabbed Wenshu's wrist, and the two of them walked into the bedroom one after the other.

The door closed.

Wen Shu lay down on the bed and slowly closed her eyes.

Baima crawled into bed and turned over to face Wenshu.

"Xiao Shu".

"Ah."

Are you in a relationship?

"No."

"That's a lie."

Baima said confidently, "You are definitely in a relationship, or want to be in a relationship, and you already have someone in mind!"

Wen Shu turned around and met Bai Ma's eyes.

How can you be so sure?

"Because the feeling you give me now is very similar to a certain time in my life."

"When?"

Baima stared intently at Wenshu, her tone utterly resolute.

“When I think about my brother every day.”

Chapter 306: Fun

The next day at noon, Ding Heng had just finished a set of stretching exercises and was about to start his second set of training for the day when the living room door opened and Bai Ma slowly shuffled over from the other end of the corridor.

"Brother..."

Having just finished climbing the mountain, Baima collapsed weakly onto Ding Heng.

Ding Heng reassured her, "You're back? How was the hike?"

"They must have reached the top."

While panting, Baima stubbornly insisted, "Your sister is in great physical condition."

Where is Xiaoshu?

"She had something come up unexpectedly."

Baima turned around and said, "I got my ID card replaced yesterday, and I rushed back to the capital before dawn this morning. I didn't climb the mountain with us."

"Something came up unexpectedly?"

"I'm sure it's something important!"

Baima confirmed, "I'm deeply in love with my boyfriend, we can't be apart for even a day!"

Ding Heng asked doubtfully, "You also think she's in a relationship?"

"Of course!"

Bai Ma immediately perked up, launched into a detailed analysis, and concluded with a confident summary.

"In conclusion, Wen Shu is definitely in a relationship, and it's progressing very quickly; she might already be..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ding Heng reached out and gently patted her forehead.

"Alright, stop overthinking. Go take a shower, you smell all sweaty."

"Oh……"

Pema pouted, reluctantly stepped out of her brother's arms, and walked towards the bathroom.

He took two steps, then turned back and made a face at Ding Heng.

"Brother, just you wait and see, I'll find out who that boy is sooner or later!"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated. He then picked up his phone and opened Wen Shu's chat window.

[Ding Heng]: Why didn't you say anything when you went back this morning?

The message was sent out, and they replied quickly.

[Lucky Little Shu]: I told my sister, and I thought you two were together.

[Ding Heng]: Is it nothing serious?

【Lucky Little Lady】: No.

What could possibly be a big deal?

On the Peking University campus, Wen Shu lay on the table in her dormitory, burying her face in her arms.

Even his own thoughts could be indirectly seen through by that girl, Baima.

That's shameful, absolutely shameful!

Wen Shu looked up when her phone vibrated again.

[Ding Heng]: Don't suppress yourself too much, and communicate promptly if there are any issues.

Wen Shu pursed her lips and typed "OK" on the screen.

Send it, and then add another message.

[Lucky Little Shu]: Brother-in-law, don't overwork yourself.

After sending the message, Wen Shu placed her phone face down on the table, sat up straight, and patted her face.

Study hard and stay away from men!

……

After taking a bath and changing her clothes, Baima immediately ran over and lay down on Ding Heng's lap, acting as a little pet waiting to be petted.

"Brother."

"Ah."

Are you free today?

"I have plenty of free time."

Ding Heng put down his phone: "You're pretty free, what's up?"

"You haven't played with me alone in ages."

Baima looked up, her voice filled with resentment: "She spends all her time with her sisters-in-law, and doesn't even want her younger sister anymore."

Ding Heng chuckled at her question: "How do you want me to play with you?"

Bai Ma's face flushed slightly, and she turned her head away, her voice muffled.

“Brother, you know.”

Ding Heng didn't reply, but reached out and gently rubbed her wet hair.

Before Bai Ma could get a response, she was about to say something more when Ding Heng scooped her up and pulled her into his arms.

"Is two hours enough for us?"

Bai Ma blinked, her heart suddenly racing.

"Enough...enough, right?"

……

Two hours later.

Baima had to take another shower, change into a light pink sweatshirt, blow-dry her hair until it was fluffy and soft, and sit in the passenger seat smelling wonderful.

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

Baima fastened her seatbelt and looked over expectantly: "Brother, where are we going?"

"You did a good job just now."

Ding Heng, steering the wheel with one hand, said, "As a reward, I'll treat you to a cup of milk tea at Sister-in-law Yan hope's shop."

Pema's expectant expression instantly vanished: "Weren't you supposed to be playing with me today?"

"You can play here too."

"Bad brother, stinky brother..."

Baima pouted, uttered a few simple complaints, but didn't protest any further.

The coffee shop was doing better than expected; even though it wasn't peak time, there were still several tables full of customers.

Behind the bar, Su Wan was operating the coffee machine with practiced ease.

Hearing the door open, she looked up and gave a polite smile.

"Welcome, how many of you?"

"The two of you."

Ding Heng walked to the bar and glanced around the store.

Besides Su Wan, there are two other young employees.

A boy, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, tall and thin.

The other girl was even younger, with a round face and a slightly chubby figure, and was squatting behind the counter organizing materials.

"Mr. Ding."

Su Wan recognized Ding Heng and became even more attentive than before: "You're here? The boss lady has class today and won't be here until the afternoon."

"I know."

Ding Heng nodded to her: "Give my sister a cup of our signature milk tea, less sugar, extra ice."