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

"Brother."

"Ah."

"Thank you."

Ding Heng was packing his sleeping bag when he heard this and stopped.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for being willing to go through all this nonsense with me, to come to a place like this."

The tent was quiet for a moment.

Ding Heng reached out and gently rubbed Bai Ma's head again, then continued to spread out the sleeping bag.

"Who told you to be my sister? As the reincarnation of Dorje Chögyal, I can't just let you come to your death alone."

Bai Ma chuckled foolishly, feeling quite pleased with himself.

The night grew deeper.

Outside the tent, the wind howled, and occasionally a few unknown animal howls could be heard.

Inside the tent, Baima was huddled in her sleeping bag, only her face showing. Ding Heng lay less than half a meter away from her, breathing evenly.

Brother, you must still be awake, right?

After hesitating for a long time, Baima tentatively called out, "Brother?"

"Ah."

"I'm a little cold."

"come over."

Ding Heng didn't mince words and immediately unfolded his sleeping bag.

Baima was waiting for him to say those words.

She quickly crawled out of her sleeping bag and slipped into Ding Heng's arms.

Ding Heng didn't move, letting her treat him like a human heater.

After a moment of silence, Baima, who was wide awake, asked another question.

"Brother, do you think my account will actually succeed?"

"Take your time, what's the rush?"

"But I'm just in a hurry..."

She nuzzled against his chest: "Even a good-for-nothing like you wants to be successful, okay?"

"What does it matter if someone is successful, they're still a piece of trash."

"Brother...!"

"Alright, alright."

Ding Heng smiled and placed his palm on the back of her head.

"It takes skill to be able to be a useless person without feeling guilty. Don't keep making things difficult for yourself."

Baima didn't argue anymore. She quietly curled up in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat and smelling his clean scent.

A long time passed, so long that Ding Heng thought Bai Ma had fallen asleep, when suddenly a low, resentful mutter came from his arms.

"But I also want to be your pride just once..."

Ding Heng did not answer.

In the darkness, his hand, which was placed behind her head, gently tightened slightly.

Chapter 340: Bai Ma Lin Man Plays House

During her five days in Hoh Xil, Baima captured something she will never forget in her life.

Tibetan antelopes, bears, and even snow leopards... all sorts of rare animals appeared in front of her in turn, as if they came specially to be her models, ensuring that every shot of her was incredibly clear.

Back in Chengdu, Baima dumped all the materials on the company, which startled everyone.

As for how it's edited, that's their business; Baima, as the boss, naturally doesn't need to worry about it.

After returning from the company, Baima went back to the villa first, washed herself, changed into Ding Heng's favorite JK white stockings, stuffed all the clothes she might need into her suitcase, and then slowly drove back to the hotel.

He swiped his card and pushed open the door upstairs. Ding Heng sat on a single sofa by the window, holding a glass of whiskey as usual, the ice cubes already mostly melted.

Baima quietly closed the door, changed into slippers, and took small, quick steps to reach him.

She didn't say anything, but squatted down, placed her hands on her knees, and looked up to observe his expression.

Then she stood up again, walked around to the side of the sofa, bent down and leaned over to look at him, her nose touching the back of Ding Heng's hand.

Ding Heng finally spoke: "What are you doing?"

"Check if you've had too much to drink, brother, or you'll start acting crazy again."

"Do you think I'd go on a drunken rampage?"

"Wasn't that the case last time..."

Baima straightened up, her face slightly flushed.

Ding Heng often liked to drink while doing business, and even occasionally used her as a container for his drinks.

In Baima's view, similar behavior can be categorized as drunken tantrums!

Ding Heng smiled and picked up his wine glass again.

"Have all the materials been submitted?"

"Yes, Secretary Wu said the company can arrange it."

What are your plans next?

"Take a few days off, this trip is exhausting."

Baima leaned against Ding Heng and asked, "Brother, when are you going back to Xingcheng?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, probably tomorrow."

"Oh."

Bai Ma lowered her head and gently tapped Ding Heng's abdominal muscles twice with her fingers.

"So what constitutes an 'unexpected' situation?"

"For example... if a certain cutie really can't bear to part with me, then there will be unexpected situations."

"I didn't."

Baima was pleased and her voice rose slightly at the end.

She slid off the sofa armrest, squatted down next to Ding Heng's legs, placed her hands on his knees, and looked up at him.

"Is there any possibility of an accident?"

"You can't bear to part with me?"

"Well……"

Baima neither denied nor admitted it, but simply buried her face in Ding Heng's knees.

Ding Heng put down his wine glass and reached out to ruffle the stray hairs at the back of her head.

"Then come back to Xingcheng with me for a few days?"

Baima shook her head listlessly on his knees.

"I don't want to."

"A little..."

Baima looked up again: "If I go back with you, I'll just be watching you and your sisters-in-law have fun, and I'll be the only third wheel."

Ding Heng placed his palm on Bai Ma's forehead and gently stroked along the contours of her cheek.

"Then I'll take you along to play."

"what?"

Baima was so frightened that she became incoherent.

"I...I didn't mean that..."

"Isn't that so?"

Ding Heng gave a half-smile.

Pema puffed out her cheeks, turned her face away, and muttered softly, "That won't work either."

"Why isn't it working again?"

"How awkward..."

The awkwardness was secondary; Baima could fully imagine what would happen.

She will inevitably replace Wenjing as the bottom of the food chain, and then be teased by Lin Man and Zhao Yanxi in turn.

Ding Heng chuckled, bent down, reached under her armpits, lifted her off the ground, and placed her on his lap.

"He's not very big, but he has a big appetite."

Bai Ma's face turned even redder, but she didn't struggle and settled comfortably in Ding Heng's arms.

"Then when will you come to see me next time, brother?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on the situation."

"Then, brother, will you miss me?"

"It's hard to say."

"Hmm... I'll miss my brother anyway."

Ding Heng chuckled and pressed his lips against Bai Ma's earlobe.