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

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Victory, defeat, skill, rank... all kinds of vanity have no meaning in his eyes. He doesn't even have the desire to compete with others.

The game was quickly over, and Ding Heng left the team.

"I'm not playing anymore, it's not fun."

"Huh? This is only one game!"

Pema shouted from the other side, "Brother, are you just going to abandon your lovely sister like this?"

"Why don't you hire a game booster to play with you?"

Ding Heng hung up the phone without waiting for her reply.

On the other side, in Chengdu villas.

Baima stared at her friend's profile picture, which had gone dark on the screen, her lips pouting.

"You stinky brother..."

She muttered something, pushed the mouse away, and slumped into her gaming chair, the frustration welling up inside her again.

She was still unwilling to give up.

Why should I? I finally want to do something, but my mother doesn't support me, and my brother only makes sarcastic remarks.

Baima sat up and secretly glanced at the doorway.

She stood up quietly, walked to the door, and put her ear to it to listen.

There was no movement.

She carefully opened the door and peeked out... The corridor was empty; Secretary Wu should be downstairs.

Bai Ma's eyes lit up, and she tiptoed out.

She tiptoed down the corridor to the stairwell, preparing to sneak down into the garage. Just as she turned the corner, Wu Mei was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and their eyes met.

"Pema!"

Secretary Wu smiled gently and politely: "The boss instructed that you should rest at home this month. I've prepared lunch; would you like to eat now?"

Baima's lips twitched, forcing a smile.

"Um... Secretary Wu, I just wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of water."

"You have a water purifier in your room."

"Uh... I forgot."

Pema turned around without changing her expression, walked back to her room step by step, closed the door, and looked dejected.

That's it, I'm completely under house arrest!

He walked back to the computer and sat down, but Ding Heng's account in the game interface was still offline.

Bai Ma pouted, looked dejected for a few seconds, then suddenly seemed to remember something, quickly got up and went into the dressing room, opening the cabinet door.

The innermost row contains the "battle outfits" she has bought over this period of time, several of which still have the tags on them.

Baima first chose a set of cosplay outfits from Azure Archives and put them on, then stood in front of the dressing mirror looking at herself from left to right.

Then I picked up my phone and pointed it at the mirror.

Click.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [image.jpg]

【White Horse is Not a Horse】：To my most beloved brother!

After waiting for a long time, there was no reply.

Undeterred, Baima changed into another JK uniform, paired with white over-the-knee stockings, and took a side profile photo.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [image.jpg]

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Brother, have you been thinking about her?

There has still been no reply.

Pema gritted her teeth and continued changing.

Swimsuits, cheongsams, school swimsuits... or even wearing only a pair of sheer black stockings.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [image.jpg]

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: If my brother doesn't reply to my message soon, I'm going to wear these outfits out for a stroll.

It still disappeared without a trace.

Bai Ma's temper flared up, and she typed away without thinking.

【White Horse is Not a Horse】: Some people say they miss their sister, but they don't even reply to her messages.

【白马非马】: Tsk tsk tsk, a man's mouth is a lying devil.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: Forget it, I'll just find a game boosting guy to play with. At least he's available whenever I call.

She had just sent the last message and was about to add a sarcastic emoji when a hand reached out from behind and gently covered her mouth.

Bai Ma was startled and froze, but quickly calmed down after a moment.

That hand was warm and dry, with thin calluses on the fingertips, exuding a sense of control that was impossible to escape.

Baima did not struggle.

Because she was so familiar with that large hand, and with the warmth that belonged only to that person.

Her breath came from behind, close to her ear, low and tinged with laughter.

Need a game booster?

Bai Ma's heart pounded in her throat. She slowly turned her head, and Ding Heng looked down at her from above.

There were no signs of travel fatigue, and it was impossible to tell how far they had traveled.

It's like taking an evening stroll and dropping by for a quick visit.

Baima's eyes widened: "Ah, brother... how did you get in?"

"He walked in, of course. Do you think Secretary Wu would dare to stop me?"

"No... I mean, aren't you in Star City?"

Why are you worrying about this?

Ding Heng pinched Bai Ma's cheeks, then pulled her into his arms and played with her.

Baima didn't ask any more questions, but instead asked, "Brother, did you come to rescue me?"

"No."

Ding Heng grinned mischievously and rejected the idea with a single word.

Baima was stunned: "Then what are you doing here?"

"You sent me so many photos, why are you asking me why?"

Ding Heng did not answer. He raised his hand and gently moved the thin strap on Bai Ma's shoulder, sliding it down half an inch along her shoulder line.

"Besides, didn't someone say they wanted to find someone to play with?"

Baima instinctively wanted to back away, but there was a wardrobe door behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

"Um... that's..."

"What is it?"

Ding Heng took half a step forward.

Baima's mind went blank; she couldn't come up with a single word.

Ding Heng did not continue to pressure his good sister, with whom he had neither legal nor blood ties.

He took a half step back, and his tone suddenly became lighter.

"Let's play a game."

What game?

Ding Heng raised his chin and pointed to the pile of scattered clothes in the dressing room.

"Change into those clothes from the photos you just sent me, one by one! If you can still stand and walk out of the room after that, I'll rescue you from the villa and give you your freedom!"

Baima was completely dumbfounded.

One by one... change them all over again?

Just imagining the scene made her legs go weak.

Baima tilted her head back, trying to fool everyone with the most innocent expression.

"Brother~ Look at this in broad daylight..."

Her voice was soft, her eyelashes fluttering: "How about we play again tomorrow? I promise I'll..."

"today."

Ding Heng interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

He picked up the maid outfit from the ground and handed it to her with a gentle smile.

"Come on, don't keep the prince waiting too long."

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Two o'clock in the morning, in a suite of a luxury hotel in Chengdu.