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

"There's no other way, I can only feed my little cutie first."

The only sounds in the room were disordered breathing and the rustling of fabric...

After an unknown amount of time, Baima was so exhausted that she could no longer speak and curled herself into a small ball.

Ding Heng pulled a thin blanket over Bai Ma and then slowly strolled to the bathroom to wash himself.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Bai Ma thought it was a hotel meal ordered by Ding Heng, and not wanting to move, she mumbled something.

"Just leave it at the door..."

The doorbell rang twice more, but the person outside didn't seem to be leaving.

Baima sighed helplessly, slowly sat up while supporting herself on the edge of the sofa, and gasped for breath with a grimace.

That brat, he's taking it out on her again while drunk!

She put on the large coat that Ding Heng had left on the back of the chair, slowly walked to the door, and peeked out through the peephole.

Lin Man stood outside the door, with a small suitcase beside her.

Baima's fatigue vanished instantly.

She opened the door and instinctively put on a smile.

"Sister Man!"

"Pema!"

Lin Man responded, her gaze sweeping over Bai Ma's men's jacket before turning to the living room, where several pairs of stockings and cute pink toys were scattered around the coffee table.

Lin Man's smile deepened.

"Hey, having fun, huh?"

"Sister Man!!! Cough cough cough!"

Baima coughed twice, trying to change the subject: "You, how did you get here?"

"Come and report to the boss."

Lin Man's tone was light and natural: "There are a few things that would be more convenient to discuss in person... but it seems I've come at a less than ideal time?"

Baima's face flushed red as she tried to say something to salvage the situation, but her mind went blank.

The bathroom door opened, and Ding Heng walked out, wrapped only in a bath towel.

"You're here?"

"Just arrived."

Lin Man immediately became obedient and compliant: "Boss, there are a few things I'd like to report to you in person."

Ding Heng grunted in agreement and sat back down on the sofa.

He took out a clean glass, and Lin Man immediately knelt down in front of him, thoughtfully serving him ice and pouring him wine.

The burgundy office lady skirt cinches at mid-thigh, with her crossed legs encased in matte black stockings. The flowing lines extend from her knees to her ankles, ending in a slender arc at her toes.

Her posture was respectful, yet she naturally exuded an alluring charm that was etched into her very being.

Ding Heng picked up his wine glass: "Let's get down to business."

Lin Man cleared her throat, switching her tone to a standard reporting mode.

"As for Longhe, the song selection for the finals has been finalized. The team and the production team have basically reached an agreement, and there won't be any major changes this week."

However, some recent press releases have taken a different turn, subtly suggesting that 'Long He's victory was predetermined,' while the show's producers' intended goal was for a veteran to win, essentially trying to portray Long He as the villain to generate buzz!

Who issued the announcement?

"I reckon it's a collaboration between the production team and their rival..."

"Keep an eye on it for a couple of days, no rush."

"it is good."

Lin Man nodded: "Also, how about we arrange a meal with the show's director so I can personally discuss things with him?"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Is it necessary?"

"In the entertainment industry, it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester."

"You can arrange it yourself."

"Understood! The second thing..."

Lin Man lowered her head and took a folder out of her handbag.

"I have already arranged the itinerary for Yan hope's parents to go to Hong Kong."

She turned to the first page and began reciting fluently: "The flight is at 3:10 pm on Friday. There will be a car to pick you up after you arrive and take you directly to the hotel..."

At the doorway, Baima listened quietly.

Lin Man spoke fluently with almost no pauses, having already memorized every detail, only needing to confirm it again in front of Ding Heng.

A sour feeling of frustration quietly welled up inside her.

This is what it feels like to be needed by a prince! Unlike me, who's only ever been played with...

Looking again at Lin Man's long legs encased in black stockings, the sense of defeat intensified.

It seems even being played can't compare to...

"Okay, we'll go with your plan, but be careful not to be too flashy, especially considering Zhao Xingguo."

Ding Heng took a sip of his drink: "Is there anything else?"

"No! Boss, please wait a moment. I'll go take a shower and change my clothes before I come back to serve you."

"Ah."

Lin Man stood up, went back to the door, picked up her small suitcase, then turned around and came to Bai Ma, naturally reaching out to take her hand.

Bai Ma was taken aback: "Sister Man?"

"come."

Lin Man grinned mischievously, "I prepared your clothes in advance."

Bai Ma was pulled into the dressing room by Lin Man, looking somewhat unwilling.

"What are you doing with these clothes, Sister Man...?"

Don't be shy.

The sound carried back to the living room, as if deliberately intended for the man to hear.

"Sister Man, is this really necessary?"

"It's only a matter of time... We'll have to live under the same roof eventually, and we'll run into each other all the time. We can't keep avoiding each other all the time."

Lin Man unbuttoned the last button, took the shirt off her shoulders, and took out another folded skirt from the suitcase and unfolded it.

"It's just playing house. Didn't you play it when you were a kid? Come on, try this first."

"But……"

"No buts! Come on, let's practice first... shout!"

After a few seconds of silence, Baima's voice rang out again, muffled and reluctant.

"Mama..."

Lin Man laughed loudly.

"Sweetie! Let's get dressed and go see Daddy!"

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After playing house all night, when Baima woke up again, the midday sun was blinding.

She turned over and opened her eyes, noticing a note on the bedside table with Ding Heng's simple and neat handwriting.

"I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."

Baima sighed, buried herself in the blankets, and stayed in bed for almost an hour before slowly getting up to wash up.

The living room had been tidied up, and everything had been restored to the hotel's original clean and tidy state, as if nothing had happened last night.

Baima stared blankly for a long time, then pulled out a few close friends from her contacts and called them.

"Hey……"

Wen Shu said impatiently, "What are you doing, grandma?"

"Nothing, I was just bored and wanted to chat."

"If you're bored, why are you bothering me!"

Wen Shu complained, "I'm rushing to finish my homework! It's due next week! Go talk to Sister Yan hope, go talk to Sister Man, or if all else fails, go and cling to your brother. Don't come here and ruin my life."

"They just left."

"Just left?"

Wen Shu's tone was subtle: "Were the three of you together last night?"

Baima picked up her teacup, crossed her legs, and said, "Hmm... what else?"

"Depend on."

Wen Shu gasped: "Your brother-in-law gave you the right to play in the group?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Baima almost choked on the water: "Why are you reacting so strongly?"

"Just tell me, isn't that right?"

"Pretty much... I just tried it out a little."

"..."

Wen Shu fell silent again, then let out a long sigh.