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

Suddenly! Ding Heng pressed his lips close to Long He's earlobe and began to whisper.

"Long He, actually I..."

Long He's heart leaped into his throat, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his brain in an instant.

Actually what?

What was Ding Heng about to say?

Are the things people say when they're drunk the truth?

Her thoughts were racing, filled with excitement and anticipation as she awaited Ding Heng's response.

But I waited and waited, one minute, two minutes...

Ding Heng stopped abruptly and began to breathe evenly and slowly.

Fell asleep.

Long He stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

"Brother, explain yourself clearly, what is it actually?"

She pressed him for an answer in a low voice, her voice filled with resentment and urgency.

The only response she received was Ding Heng's soft, rhythmic snoring.

Long He sighed helplessly, slowly pulling away from Ding Heng's embrace. She looked down at the man on the bed, biting her lip, unsure whether to be angry or laugh.

She sighed softly, then bent down to help him take off his shoes and socks, went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel, and carefully wiped the exposed parts of his body clean.

A dazzling superstar on stage willingly serves the man she admires without a single complaint!

After finishing everything, Long He did not leave. Instead, he knelt down by the bed, resting his chin on his hands and watching quietly.

She suddenly felt a little wronged, but couldn't quite put her finger on where the grievance came from.

Because you didn't get the answer you wanted?

Or perhaps, she found herself caring more about the answer than she thought...

The night breeze slipped in through the half-open window, stirring the hem of the curtains.

Long He became increasingly agitated, so she gently moved forward and brought her pink lips close to Ding Heng's ear.

"Actually, I... don't want to be brothers with you at all!"

A wave of belated shame washed over him, and Longhe immediately buried his head in his arms, burning his face from his ears to his cheeks to his neck, piece by piece.

She didn't notice at all that the moment she buried her face in her arms, the man who should have been asleep quietly opened his eyes.

Ding Heng's lips curved upwards.

Dude, how come you're still so easily fooled...?

Chapter 327: So, my brother already made his fortune?

The next morning, the sky was bright outside the window.

Ding Heng opened his eyes, yawned, grabbed his phone, and saw that it was already 8:40 in the morning.

He rolled out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked out of the bedroom. Long He was doing incline aerobics on the treadmill in the living room, her ponytail swaying behind her head with each step.

Ding Heng didn't make a sound to disturb him, quietly admiring his brother's graceful and athletic physique!

The minimalist tank top exposes large areas of skin to the morning sunlight.

Sweat soaks the fabric, making it translucent, and then travels down the spine, eventually pooling into a small, damp, dark area in the lower back.

The waistline is very narrow, and from the side, the lower abdomen is flat and firm, with two faint vertical lines extending downwards along the rectus abdominis muscle.

With each leg lift and landing, the gluteal muscles would tighten and relax, making Ding Heng wonder just how firm and powerful they could be.

That's the body sculpted through years of high-intensity training and strict dietary management, a treasure waiting for Ding Heng to explore and develop.

Looks like we need to speed things up...

Ding Heng swallowed hard, walked straight to the dining table, picked up the only sandwich on the plate, and took a big bite.

"Oh...that's my breakfast!"

Longhe reached out and pressed pause, then turned around and gasped for breath.

Ding Heng took another bite, showing no intention of putting it back.

How did I end up in your room?

"I haven't even said anything to you yet!"

Long He said unhappily, "You said you'd treat me to barbecue last night, but all you did was drag me to your class reunion and make me pretend to be your girlfriend?"

Ding Heng chuckled and resorted to moral blackmail: "I just helped my brother out, and you're complaining?"

"Don't give me that. You drank so much, I had to help you upstairs. Don't you know how heavy you are?"

"Good, good, good, thanks for your hard work, brother!"

Ding Heng swallowed the food in his mouth and began to ask, knowing the answer already, "I didn't say anything nonsense last night, did I?"

"Nonsense..."

Long He looked away guiltily and bent down to get his water glass: "What nonsense can you be spouting? You can't even speak properly, you just keep repeating the same few sentences over and over again."

Ding Heng seemed relieved: "That's good. I'll treat you to a proper meal another day."

"Come on."

Long He scoffed, "Who cares about your meal?"

Ding Heng smiled and changed the subject.

Do you have any plans for the rest of this week?

"Not at the moment."

Long He took a sip of water: "I can rest in Xingcheng for two days. I'm planning to visit my grandparents later. Do you want to come with me?"

"Okay."

Ding Heng stretched and said, "Let me go wash off the smell of alcohol and change my clothes so Grandma won't nag me again."

After saying that, he turned and went into the bathroom. Long He went to the dining table and found that Ding Heng still had half a sandwich left. He picked it up and took a big bite.

There was a lingering smell of alcohol...

An hour later, the two finished getting ready and drove off.

Upon arriving at the convenience store, Ding Heng spotted a familiar car parked at the entrance: a serene Volkswagen Touareg.

Is Wenjing there?

Ding Heng casually pushed open the door and got out of the car.

"Let's go."

"Oh……"

Long He glanced at the Touareg a few meters away, but didn't pay it much attention.

Xiao Tan, standing behind the counter, got up to greet them: "Hey, Ding Heng! Long He! What brings you two here together?"

Because Longhe visits the elderly couple every few days, Xiao Tan has long been used to big stars.

"We've come to see Grandpa and Grandma,"

Ding Heng walked to the counter and asked, "Where are they?"

Xiao Tan blinked in confusion: "One of Grandma's grandnephews got married, and the two of them went to visit relatives in another city. Didn't the two elders inform you?"

Ding Heng was stunned; he really didn't know!

Hearing the noise, Wenjing came out from the inner room, carrying an eco-friendly bag in her left hand, with half of the cured meat wrapped in plastic wrap sticking out of the bag.

"Ding Heng? What brings you here?"

Wenjing was pleasantly surprised to see Ding Heng, but when she saw Long He beside him, she immediately suppressed her smile.

Ding Heng walked up naturally and asked, "I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing at Grandma's?"

Wenjing explained, "Grandma called me this morning and said there was a batch of cured fish and meat drying in the yard. The weather forecast said it might rain today or tomorrow, so she asked me to come over and help tidy it up, and also to take some back to cook."

"Isn't there Xiao Tan?"

"Xiao Tan doesn't have the key to the inner room."

"Hey! Grandma gave you the key ages ago, but I still don't have it."

"Given to me last year..."

The conversation between the two was quite ordinary, but Long He couldn't help but feel uneasy listening to it.

Wenjing actually has a key to her maternal grandparents' house? That means she visits quite often! Indeed, Ding Heng's mother's gold bracelet was given to her by her maternal grandmother.

Thinking of this, Long He couldn't help but feel a little envious.

She stepped forward and said, "Since Grandma isn't here, Ding Heng, what are we going to do next?"

Upon hearing this, Wenjing quickly and sensibly said, "Um... you guys talk first, I'll drive back myself."

She spoke very quickly, as if she was afraid that staying even a second longer would be in the way of something.

Ding Heng grabbed Wen Jing's elbow and gave her instructions.

"Don't rush back. Since you're already here, why not have lunch at Grandma's? I'll go say hello to the neighbors next door."

"Oh... I'll go see what other dishes are left in the kitchen."

Wenjing nodded obediently, turned around and walked quickly back into the inner room, disappearing behind the curtain.

Long He turned to Ding Heng. He had tried to hold back, but he couldn't.

"What exactly is your relationship with Wenjing? Why does she listen to you so much?"

This was the second time she had asked the same question, and Ding Heng's answer was still perfunctory.

"It's hard to explain in a short time."