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

Xiao He nodded obediently and gently closed the door.

The room fell silent.

The executive suite in the five-star hotel had excellent blackout curtains, making the room dark and gloomy, which should have been a good environment for sleeping.

Ke Longhe tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Some images keep flashing through my mind...

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Then I took out my phone, and as if possessed, opened WeChat and clicked on the chat window of the person I had pinned to the top of my chat list.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: What floor and room number do you live on?

After sending the message, she stared intently at the screen, her heart pounding.

[Ding Heng]: 1806. What?

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: It's okay, I was just asking.

She typed quickly, then locked the screen, a bold idea popping into her mind.

Assistant Xiao He lives in the side bedroom, which is about two meters away from the corridor.

So... if I sneak out at night, I shouldn't be discovered, right?

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As the party ended, Long He stepped off the stage, his fake smile almost crumbling.

The group interview arranged by the brand lasted 20 minutes longer than expected, and several reporters asked questions that went too far and were quite impolite.

Long He smiled on the outside, but cursed inwardly.

It's highly likely that the damn organizers did this on purpose; they're after traffic and have no morals whatsoever!

It was already 10:30 when I got back to the hotel.

Longhe removed her makeup, changed into a loose cartoon nightgown, and let out a long yawn.

Xiao He was still rambling on about tomorrow's plans.

"There are no announcements tomorrow morning, so you can sleep in or go to the gym. There's a magazine interview at 2 PM, and a photoshoot for promotional photos at 3:30 PM. Mr. Yang said he wants to video chat with you tonight to discuss some personal matters..."

"I know, I know."

Long He slumped onto the bed, impatiently dismissing him.

"You should go home and get some sleep too, you must be tired after a long day."

"Message me anytime if you need anything, my phone is always on."

"Ah."

After Xiao He left, the master bedroom became quiet.

Long He didn't move; his mind was wide awake.

She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Then she rolled over again and stared at the curtains.

Finally, I sat up and checked my phone—11:17!

She got out of bed and quietly opened the door, peeking into the side-lying area. No light came through the crack in the door, so Xiao He must have already gone to sleep.

Longhe closed the door, carefully walked through the living room and out of the room, then quickly rushed into the elevator.

Upon arriving at the 18th floor, room 1806 is the second to last room at the end of the corridor.

Long He instinctively wanted to knock on the door, but his finger hovered in mid-air.

What am I going to say when my buddies ask? Will it seem too deliberate? Will it be too awkward?

Finally, I gritted my teeth and made up my mind... Go ahead and knock! He's my brother, after all, what's there to be afraid of!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The door opened, and inside, Ding Heng was wearing only a pair of dark gray athletic shorts, revealing almost all of his muscles.

Long He was stunned. The excuse he had just thought of got stuck in his throat, neither able to come up nor not!

They grew up together, and Ding Heng often ran wildly in the yard in his vest and shorts. But the alluring body in front of her was a completely different concept from the boy in her memory.

Broad shoulders, well-defined muscles, perfectly proportioned features, and abdominal muscles extending down the waistline...

Long He suddenly felt a bit thirsty.

Ding Heng stepped aside: "Why are you here?"

Long He entered the room, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"Please sit wherever you like."

Ding Heng picked up two cans of beer from the table: "Just ordered takeout, want to have some together?"

"Row."

Long He was no longer able to think about his own alcohol tolerance; his gaze never left Ding Heng's well-defined muscles.

Ding Heng felt his brother's intense gaze, but didn't say much. He opened a bottle of beer and handed it to him.

Can't sleep?

"Ah."

Long He took a sip, his gaze still firmly fixed on Ding Heng.

"Dude, you must work out a lot to get this physique in, right?"

"It's alright, I'll practice whenever I have time."

"It just so happens that my personal trainer is away at the moment."

Longhe tentatively suggested, "How about you come and guide me in practicing tomorrow?"

"I?"

Ding Heng gave a half-smile.

"Is that not allowed?"

"OK,"

Ding Heng tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of beer, chuckling, "What's wrong with teaching my buddies how to work out?"

The conversation abruptly ended!

Longhe showed no sign of leaving, but couldn't find a suitable topic to stay.

"Is there anything else?"

"Are you hungry?"

Long He tried to make conversation: "How about we grab some late-night snacks?"

Ding Heng glanced at the time; it was almost midnight.

"I'm going to the gym tomorrow morning, are you sure it's okay to have a late-night snack now?"

"Just eat a little bit,"

Long He pleaded in a slightly coquettish tone, "Fruits and light snacks, that'll be good as appetizers with drinks."

"alright."

Ding Heng picked up the landline phone from the bedside table, dialed the hotel restaurant, and ordered a fruit platter and a vegetable salad.

After hanging up, he turned around and found that Long He was still staring straight at him.

Ding Heng walked over and sat down next to her, leaning closer: "If you're really interested, you can touch it. There's no need to be so polite with your brother."

Long He was extremely embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed.

"What's so interesting about touching it?"

She muttered to herself, but her hand had already reached out uncontrollably and pretended to pinch it a couple of times.

"That's all there is to it..."

The brother's muscles were hotter and harder than Longhe had imagined, and unlike those rigid, lifeless muscles, one could clearly feel their immense vitality.

Long He's breathing became rapid, and her fingers unconsciously tried to slide down, but Ding Heng suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Ding Heng, you..."

Long He's breath hitched suddenly.

The next second, a powerful force pressed her down onto the bed, with Ding Heng's upper body supporting her above him. They were so close that she could clearly see his Adam's apple bobbing.

Her heart was pounding like a drum, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.

What is my brother up to? What should I do? Will we feel awkward when we wake up tomorrow?

Unfortunately, Ding Heng did not do anything she had imagined.

He simply placed a finger on her lips, making a "shush" gesture.

"Don't make a sound."

Long He was stunned.

The next second, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello! Is this the hotel meal you ordered?"

The waiter's voice was polite and clear.

Ding Heng released Long He's wrist, stood up nonchalantly, and casually pulled the blanket over her.

Long He was shrouded in darkness, and he heard the soft sound of Ding Heng's slippers, followed by the sound of the door lock turning.

"Thank you, just leave it at the door."

You're welcome. Good night.

The waiter glanced at the bulge on the bed, then at the man's muscular build, gave an awkward smile, and quietly closed the door behind him before leaving.

Ding Heng placed the tray on the desk and began to speak.