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

Long He readily agreed, "That's perfect. My flight is this afternoon, so why don't you come with me?"

"Okay, I'll follow the boss's instructions."

After saying that, Ding Heng couldn't help but look his brother over again.

Long He, who had just gotten up, was only wearing a pure white tank top, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin, which made Ding Heng's mind wander again.

He stretched his shoulders and offered, "It's been a few days since I've done any exercise for you. We still have some time this morning, how about we do some exercises?"

Long He met Ding Heng's gaze, recalling the "auxiliary training" of the past few days. He felt his mouth go dry, and even a little excited and expectant.

"Let's practice."

"rest assured."

Ding Heng patted his chest and said, "I guarantee I'll take good care of you, brother!"

…………

Two hours later, the "assisted exercise" ended, and Longhe lay on the yoga mat, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

She turned her head and glared at Ding Heng resentfully.

Ding Heng squatted down beside her, looking innocent: "It's because your core is too weak. Just practice more."

Long He wanted to say something harsh, but he was still catching his breath, so he could only express his anger with his eyes.

Finally, she gave up, buried her face in her arms, and muttered something under her breath.

"get out."

"what?"

"I need to take a shower before I change my clothes!"

"Then go ahead and wash it, I'm not going to peek."

"you……"

Long He looked up, glaring at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance: "I feel awkward with you here!"

Ding Heng stood up happily, slowly walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

My brother would never hide from me when he takes a shower, so there must be something else important to do!

Actually, as his brother, he could have easily done it for him, but if it really came to that, they probably wouldn't be able to stay brothers anymore!

About ten minutes later, the sound of water came from the direction of the bathroom.

Ding Heng sat idly on the sofa and took out his phone to browse through it.

Pema's account updated with a video yesterday, the cover of which was a popular bookstore in Tibet, with the caption: "[Let me show you the most beautiful bookstore in Tibet]".

The number of views is around 300,000, which is much better than before.

In the comments section, some people praised her for being cute, asked if she was a high school student, and there were some crazy comments.

There's a certain charm to raising a character, too.

Half an hour later, Long He changed his clothes and came out of the room, leaving without saying a word.

Ding Heng put away his phone and quickly followed, obediently becoming his assistant.

At 2 PM, the plane landed in Chengdu.

The two got into the van and drove towards the hotel.

In the car, Long He casually scrolled through his phone, while Ding Heng was struggling with his decision.

Baima is in Chengdu.

He hadn't seen his good sister, who was not related by blood or law, but whom he considered "one of his own" in every sense, for more than three months.

Should I go take a look? But I'm a little embarrassed to ask Longhe for leave.

Ding Heng was making plans in his mind when Long He's voice rang out first.

"It's fine if it's later. If you have something to do, you can handle it yourself."

Ding Heng turned his head to look over and saw that Long He was still staring at his phone screen, his posture casual, as if he had just mentioned it casually.

How did you know something was wrong?

"Don't give me that! Don't I understand you?"

Long He put down his phone and sneered twice: "From the moment we boarded the plane, you've been thinking about this and that, like you have a nail in your butt. If I couldn't see through you, then our brotherhood of over ten years would have been for nothing."

Ding Heng neither denied it nor used his True Sight to investigate further, responding with a joking remark.

"Thank you, boss."

Don't give me that.

Long He rolled her eyes at him and turned back to scrolling through her phone: "Just come back before 10 a.m. tomorrow, don't delay the filming."

"We guarantee on time."

Ding Heng readily agreed.

The nanny van arrived at the hotel first. After a quick rest, Ding Heng went out and took a taxi to Baima's villa community.

I left my identification information when I came last time, so this will save me a lot of trouble. After confirming the information, the security guard personally drove the shuttle bus to take Ding Heng to the villa gate.

After getting out of the car, Ding Heng raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

After waiting a while and receiving no response, Ding Heng simply entered the gate password.

With a click, the door opened.

The living room was quiet, with the curtains on the French windows half-drawn, casting a dim light.

On the coffee table was a half-finished cup of milk tea and various takeout plastic bags. The side was piled with photography equipment. It was clear that the little girl had spent a lot of money, and it seemed like she would never break even.

Ding Heng changed his shoes and went up the stairs. At the end of the second-floor corridor, Bai Ma's door was ajar.

Ding Heng pushed open the door and glanced inside.

Baima was lying on her side, curled up in the quilt, taking a nap, her breathing even and gentle.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, making her already petite face even more endearing.

Ding Heng didn't say anything. He stood by the bed for a while, then took off his coat, lifted a corner of the quilt, and crawled inside.

The mattress sank slightly.

Bai Ma didn't wake up, but as if sensing a familiar presence in her sleep, she turned over and vaguely snuggled into Ding Heng's arms.

……

Baima had a dream.

In her dream, she returned to the highland pasture of her childhood, where the grassland was bright green and white clouds drifted over the snow-capped peaks in the distance.

She was squatting by the stream playing in the water, the cool water flowing through her fingers.

Suddenly! The light behind her dimmed, and a huge shadow enveloped her.

I turned around and saw a bear!

That bear was huge, incredibly huge!

Its dark brown fur gleamed with an old sheen in the sunlight, and its limbs were thick and its shoulders high, like a moving hill.

The bear's head drooped, and its two small eyes were quietly watching her.

Baima stood frozen in place, looking up to meet the bear's gaze.

Strangely, she wasn't afraid!

The bear's breath warmed her face.

Like a winter when she was a child, she would wrap herself in a thick sheepskin rug and huddle by the stove, the flames crackling and waves of heat washing over her face, making her feel safe and secure.

The next second, Big Bear suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked her cheek.

The bear's tongue, rough and scalding hot, with a rough, grainy texture, moved slowly and carefully from her cheekbone to her jaw, as if savoring an incredibly delicious delicacy.

Baima felt a slight numbness from her toes to the tips of her hair, and her body began to feel unresponsive.

After licking her left cheek, the bear turned its head to lick her right cheek.

Baima's breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

The bear's scent was wild and powerful, with a hint of musk, and its hot breath traveled down her neck.

She subconsciously tilted her chin up, as if it were a physical instinct, revealing a whole expanse of soft, fair skin between her neck and collarbone.

The bear's nose pressed against the crook of her neck, and its paws began to pry forcefully.

Baima bit her lower lip and squeezed out a weak, muffled nasal sound from her throat.

She remembered an old man from the plateau saying that when a bear eats a person, it will first bite open the softest part of the belly, and then eat the internal organs clean.

But Baima wasn't afraid at all; she only felt a small flame ignite within her body.

She wanted to hide, but her body was completely out of control, and she could only lie limply on the grass!

The sky spun above her head, the clouds on the snow-capped peaks had been blown away by the wind, and the sky was a clear blue.

Baima's chest heaved more and more violently. She simply reached out and hugged the bear's thick neck, buried her face in its thick fur, and took a deep breath.

Just as she felt she was about to be devoured by the bear, she suddenly heard a loud bang as the door opened.

I opened my eyes, and a familiar face was right in front of me.

Ding Heng held her in his arms and looked down to meet her eyes.

"Brother-in-law!!"

"Brother!!"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Wen Shu stood at the door, her expression shocked. She instinctively took a step back and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

"I didn't see anything! Keep going! Keep going!"

Bai Ma felt a little shy, but she didn't rush to get out of Ding Heng's arms. Instead, she squeezed in closer and buried her face even deeper.