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

She can't sing.

Only her soft, shallow breathing could be heard through the microphone, amplified by the speakers and echoing throughout the private room.

She clearly remembered every word of the lyrics, clearly sang it thousands of times, and clearly hoped to take things a step further with her brother.

But in this cramped space, he didn't even dare to sing the songs he wrote for him.

Longhe, oh Longhe.

You're such a loser!

Finally, Longhe put down the microphone.

"Let's go home now that we're tired of singing."

Chapter 325: Another Comic Con

The day before the second competition, Ding Heng returned to Xingcheng early, ahead of the Longhe team.

The plane landed just after 8:30 in the morning. Ding Heng didn't have much luggage, so he easily walked out of the terminal and took a taxi back to his duplex.

The drive took about forty minutes, and he closed his eyes to rest in the back seat.

Longhe's reaction last night was largely as he expected, which could be considered a typical characteristic of his brotherhood. Things will definitely get even more interesting when he officially takes advantage of his brother!

When I got home and opened the door, the curtains were tightly closed and the light was dim.

The air was filled with a warm and soft fragrance, mixed with the scent of the two girls, which instantly gave Ding Heng a sense of security and home.

A thin blanket was draped over the sofa, and on the coffee table were a half-finished glass of water and a bag of potato chips.

The TV was stuck on the pause screen of a horror movie, and Ding Heng could almost picture the little white rabbit and the kitten hugging each other last night, looking both scared and eager to watch.

Ding Heng took two steps upstairs, then stopped to think. He turned back to the edge of the sofa and cleaned up the clutter. Then he went to the wine cellar to get a bottle of whiskey and leisurely sat down for a drink.

About ten minutes later, the sound of slippers slapping against the floor came from upstairs, growing louder as they approached, and finally stopping at the top of the stairs.

The kitten wore a loose-fitting slip dress, her hair was messy, and her eyes were still sleepy.

She was holding onto the railing with one hand and rubbing her eyes with the other, still in a half-dreaming, half-awake state, looking adorably cute.

Until I spotted my owner sitting on the sofa, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

She rubbed her eyes hard to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Ding Heng turned around and smiled.

Zhao Yanxi went from being "confused" to "surprised" and then to "delighted".

But soon, she forcefully suppressed the joy on her face, put on a stiff expression, and walked down the last few steps.

She approached Ding Heng, crossed her arms, and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, who do we have here? It's busy man Ding back."

Looking down at her, she said, "I thought someone was having so much fun with the big star that they forgot where their home is."

Seeing Zhao Yanxi's tense expression, Ding Heng found it amusing and decisively stepped forward to pick her up around the waist.

Zhao Yanxi exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hugged Ding Heng's neck.

Ding Heng threw Zhao Yanxi onto the sofa. Before she could struggle to get up, he leaned over her, supporting himself on one side of her ear with one hand and giving her waist a pinch without any hesitation with the other.

"Your temper has grown since I last saw you a week ago."

"A little bit!"

Zhao Yanxi made a face, but her mouth still wouldn't let up: "Let go of me! Go find your big star! I don't care!"

"No big star is as cute as my kitten!"

"Bad thing!"

Zhao Yanxi suddenly raised her head and gently bit Ding Heng's neck.

Ding Heng touched his neck, feigning anger.

"The kitten bit its owner?"

"A fickle and unfaithful owner deserves to be bitten!"

"Hey, wanna bite?"

Ding Heng slapped her, and Zhao Yanxi's thigh trembled.

Snapped!

"Humph!"

Snapped!

"I refuse to accept this..."

Snapped!

"Ouch...it hurts!"

Seeing Zhao Yanxi's eyes welling up with tears, Ding Heng softened his heart and loosened his grip on her slightly, but did not get up completely.

The man's rough, large hand traced the curves of Zhao Yanxi's body upwards, finally gently patting her cheek.

"Good kitties don't get punished."

Zhao Yanxi hummed twice and didn't argue back. She quietly wrapped her small hands around Ding Heng's thick waist.

Just as the two were about to snuggle on the sofa for a while, they suddenly heard the sound of a door opening upstairs, and the little rabbit called out in a drowsy voice.

"Yan hope, who's back? Is it Sister Lin Man?"

Wenjing was not fully awake either. Her eyes were half-open and half-closed. She yawned and took two steps downstairs, and then she saw the scene on the sofa.

A faint blush rose to her face, and she quickly turned around, preparing to quietly retreat back upstairs.

"Hey, Xiaojing, where are you going?!"

Zhao Yanxi shouted, "Haven't seen a man for days, are you pretending to be reserved?"

Wenjing stood frozen at the top of the stairs, as if only then realizing that they had already been completely honest with each other countless times.

Ding Heng got up from Zhao Yanxi and casually instructed, "I'll give her a lecture first. Go change your clothes."

Wenjing turned around and asked, "Change to what?"

"That cheongsam, I suppose..."

Ding Heng grinned mischievously: "Remember to wear white stockings!"

Wenjing gave a soft "hmm" and obediently turned around and went back to the second-floor dressing room.

Zhao Yanxi adjusted her nightgown straps again and nudged Ding Heng with her elbow.

"Should the other person change into something else too?"

"You don't need to."

Ding Heng turned around and pinned her down, his hands tightening their grip once more.

"I'll tell you to behave first!"

…………

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight spread a warm glow on the balcony.

Zhao Yanxi, wearing Ding Heng's loose cotton and linen short-sleeved shirt, lay leisurely on the rattan chair on the balcony with her legs bare, her face full of satisfaction.

Wenjing came out of the house and handed her a cup of goji berry tea.

Aren't you going to the store this afternoon?

"Need not!"

Zhao Yanxi took the tea and breathed a sigh of relief: "The man is back, of course I'll keep him company first. I'll just take a peek on the way when I go out with Brother Ding Heng later, anyway, Su Wan is keeping an eye on things."

Wenjing hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Zhao Yanxi noticed her best friend's reaction.

"what happened?"

"Do you trust Su Wan that much?"

Wenjing reminded her worriedly, "She's still an outsider."

Zhao Yanxi waved her hand: "It's alright. She's capable and has a lot of ideas. If it weren't for her help, the coffee shop's business might be even worse than it is now."

Wenjing wanted to persuade her again, but then she heard footsteps behind her.

After taking a shower, Ding Heng changed into clean clothes and quietly looked at the two girls sitting in the sunlight, who were his own.

"Change your clothes, get ready to go out for a walk."

"Great!"

Zhao Yanxi immediately perked up, put the teacup on the table, jumped up from the rattan chair, and pulled Wenjing up.

"Let's go, let's go change our clothes!"

"I've already changed it!"

"Why are you dressed so plainly? We're going out with a man."

"But……"

"No buts!"

Wenjing was dragged upstairs by Zhao Yanxi, her expression helpless.

A dozen minutes later, Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing came downstairs again, each wearing the same style of JK uniform in a different color.

Despite the sweltering heat, neither of them made a point of wearing stockings, though their calf socks were one pink and one white.

"How is it? Do you like it? Isn't it beautiful?"

"Good good..."