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

Twenty-three.

"two."

Twenty-four!

"three!"

Twenty-five!

Longhe used his last bit of willpower to throw himself up, and after landing, he collapsed onto the yoga mat, panting heavily.

Ding Heng handed over a bottle of mineral water and unscrewed the cap.

Long He sat up, took a small sip of water, and asked breathlessly.

"Is there anything else today?"

"There's one more set of stretching exercises."

"Oh……"

Longhe didn't complain. He put the water bottle aside and lay back down on the mat.

Ding Heng squatted down in front of her head, grasped her wrists with both hands, and gently pulled her arms up above her head.

Longhe tilted her neck back, and the stretching sensation in her chest and shoulders made her subconsciously arch her body.

Ding Heng immediately released one hand and gently pressed his palm against her abdomen.

Don't hold your breath.

Ding Heng slowly pushed his palm upwards from Long He's lower abdomen, sliding along the outer edge of the ribs to the lower edge of his chest. He did not continue upwards, but slowly slid back to the original position.

Longhe held her breath, feeling her brother's large hand covering her taut abdominal muscles.

"Don't hold it in."

Ding Heng gently patted her abdomen, as if to comfort her.

Long He then began to breathe again, his ears already bright red.

She opened her eyes and met Ding Heng's lowered gaze.

The brother's eyes were full of admiration and keen interest.

It's like a gourmet finally getting their hands on a rare delicacy they've been longing for, and they're thinking about how to cook it to ensure that the first bite is absolutely fresh and delicious!

"Get up and stretch your legs again."

Ding Heng said in his usual tone, "Today's training is over."

Longhe rolled over and sat up, stretching his legs forward.

Ding Heng held her calf with one hand and gently pushed her foot upwards with the other, helping her stretch the muscles on the back of her thigh.

His movements are professional, so it won't hurt too much, but the stretching sensation is very strong.

Longhe supported his body with both hands, feeling the soreness of his leg muscles being stretched inch by inch, and asked a question out of curiosity.

How do you know so much?

The training that Ding Heng arranged for her this morning was undoubtedly professional, even comparable to that of Sandy, her usual training coach.

"If you don't understand a lot, how can you handle so many women?"

Ding Heng frankly admitted it, which earned him a cold shoulder from Long He.

Several minutes later, the stretching finally ended.

Ding Heng handed him a clean towel: "Go take a shower."

Long He took the towel, wiped his sweat, and looked up to ask, "Do you usually help your girlfriends with their workouts like this?"

Occasionally.

"They interact like this too?"

"No."

no?!

Longhe was secretly overjoyed.

Does that mean I'm special?

But the next second, Ding Heng added calmly.

“My standards are much higher than theirs.”

Long He's face instantly darkened. He threw the towel at Ding Heng, turned around, strode into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.

Half an hour later, Long He came out of the bathroom, changed back into casual clothes, and his expression returned to its usual calm and composed state.

Two breakfasts were already laid out on the table.

Whole wheat bread, boiled eggs, a small plate of fruit, and two cups of warm milk.

The tableware was arranged neatly, and even the napkins were folded into triangles and placed next to the porcelain plate.

Seeing his brother's thoughtfulness, Long He sat down with satisfaction. As his resentment dissipated, he secretly sighed in his heart.

take it easy.

As long as your brothers are by your side, there will always be a chance!

The magazine interview and promotional photoshoot in the afternoon went very smoothly, and we finished almost half an hour early.

After the event, the group rushed to the airport and flew to the capital.

At 8 p.m., Longhe and his entourage landed in the capital and checked into their hotel.

With Xiao He sent away, the side bedroom in the Longhe Executive Suite was naturally assigned to Ding Heng.

As for the others, Sister Zeng simply arranged for them to stay in the hotel next door, so they wouldn't end up like Xiao He.

Entering the room, Long He slumped onto the bed: "We have to record a variety show tomorrow, so you should get some rest tonight and don't come looking for me in the middle of the night like you did yesterday."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "I was looking for you?"

"Is that about right... Anyway, everyone should go to bed early!"

Tomorrow's work is quite important, so Longhe dares not slack off and is also worried about the possibility of something going wrong.

This morning while exercising, she had a vague feeling that her brother seemed quite interested in her.

I don't know if it's just my imagination...

Seeing her hesitation, Ding Heng simply said, "Then I'll go out tonight and come back tomorrow morning."

Long He's expression was blank.

"Where are you going?"

Do you really have to ask?

"Humph!"

Longhe was unhappy again.

Where else could Ding Heng go in the capital? He could only go find Hua Qing.

The anger I've been holding in this morning will probably all be vented on Hua Qing.

In the end, Long He was dejected.

"Go ahead!"

The relationship between the brothers and Hua Qing was merely about mutual satisfaction; there were no real feelings involved.

I can endure it!

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After leaving the hotel, Ding Heng did not take a taxi directly to Hua Qing's residence, but instead turned and turned into an inconspicuous alley.

At the end of the alley, there was a noodle shop with only two or three tables of customers.

Ding Heng found a seat and sat down without ordering anything. After waiting quietly for two minutes, Yang Sijie slowly walked in and sat down in front of Ding Heng.

"Boss, two bowls of beef noodles!"

"okay!"

Soon, the noodles were served.

Ding Heng broke the chopsticks apart and buried his head in his food, slurping it down.

Yang Sijie, however, spoke slowly and deliberately, asking, "Xiao Ding, how have you been feeling these past two days with Long He?"

"Fortunately."

Ding Heng's voice was muffled: "Nothing special, just playing along with Long He's antics."

Yang Sijie continued, "So when do you plan to tell her the truth?"

Ding Heng suddenly looked up. His gaze wasn't fierce, but it still made Yang Sijie instinctively look away.

"Auntie."

Ding Heng continued slurping his noodles: "Are you still planning to interfere in my affairs with Long He?"

Yang Sijie softened her tone: "I was just asking... Which mother doesn't worry?"

Ding Heng lowered his head and continued eating his noodles.

Yang Sijie suddenly spoke up again: "There's been a little trouble lately."

"You said."

"Regarding the copyright of old songs by Longhe."

Yang Sijie put down her chopsticks and earnestly explained, "The batch she recorded at her previous company involved some clauses in her previous record contract and non-compete agreement... In short, it was a mess."

"for example?"

"For example, the song 'First Snow' that she sang on the show the day before yesterday."

Yang Sijie sighed: "The former company did not receive any notification. Logically speaking, she should have informed them in advance to sing this song... Now the two sides are arguing. They sent their legal representatives over, saying they want to talk."