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

He had a premonition that Su Wan would run into trouble, but he didn't say anything at the time, wanting Zhao Yanxi to experience it for herself, and he didn't think Su Wan was worth his trouble.

"I have to go out again. Lin Man, you stay home with Wenjing. I'll be back tonight."

Ding Heng stood up from the sofa, and Wen Jing immediately looked up.

"Want to go out?"

"Um, something came up."

"Um……"

Wenjing pursed her lips slightly, but said nothing.

She lowered her head again to tidy up the fruit plate and spoons on the coffee table. Her movements seemed normal, but they were inexplicably faster, as if she was using these small actions to conceal some subtle emotion.

The man had been away from home for a week and hadn't even had a chance to sit down properly before he got back...

Ding Heng bent down and leaned close to Wen Jing, reaching out to pinch her round cheeks and gently tugging at them.

"good!"

"Oh."

The little white rabbit pouted, as obedient and docile as ever.

Ding Heng released his hand, turned around and walked out of the living room, his footsteps gradually fading away down the corridor.

Wenjing turned to Lin Man and tentatively asked, "Sister Man, where did Ding Heng go?"

Lin Man suddenly laughed out loud: "Xiao Jingjing, why don't you ask him where he's going? The boss isn't an unreasonable person, don't act like you're so afraid of him."

"I……"

Wenjing lowered her eyelashes: "I don't want him to feel like I'm controlling him."

"Isn't that just being afraid of him?"

"..."

Wenjing was speechless for a moment.

The wicked fox stopped teasing the little rabbit and returned to a casual, conversational tone.

"He must have gone to see a big star. The finals are in a few days, and the boss has to go and spend time with his good brother."

"This……"

Wenjing hesitated for a long time before finally asking the question.

"Sister Man...when will Long He finally come to join us?"

"Huh! You think you don't have enough people in your family already?"

"Isn't this something we were prepared for long ago...?"

Wenjing scratched her head shyly.

She had met Long He a few times and could tell that he was a good person and didn't have any airs of a celebrity, so he always actively sent friendly signals.

"Well, that depends on how the boss arranges it."

Lin Man hummed twice and leaned closer: "But don't worry, there should be new people joining soon."

Wenjing blinked: "Who is it? Baima?"

If it's Baima, everyone actually knows the answer to some extent, but they just tacitly remain silent and wait for things to naturally fall into place one day.

Lin Man smiled without saying a word.

…………

hotel.

The doorbell rang twice before Ding Heng heard a muffled response from inside.

"I'm coming!"

The door opened, and Long He was wearing only a loose T-shirt, which revealed one of his collarbones askew.

Her face was bare of makeup, and a faint bluish-gray tinge appeared under her eyes.

Upon seeing Ding Heng at the door, Long He angrily turned her face away and uttered a remark.

"So you still know to come?"

Without waiting for Ding Heng's reply, she turned and walked into the house.

Ding Heng followed him inside, closing the door behind him.

Looking up, the coffee table and sofa were covered with sheet music, a few crumpled up and thrown next to the trash can, and the laptop screen displayed the interface of an audio software.

Long He walked back to the sofa, bent down to gather the scattered pages of sheet music, and made room to sit down again.

Ding Heng asked, "Have you been working on this for the past few days?"

"if not."

Long He said wearily, "The finals are next week, we have to come up with something decent."

"Thanks for your hard work!"

"Humph!"

Long He complained irritably, "I thought that since you've been in Xingcheng for the past ten days or so, you'd at least come over a few more times. But instead, you went straight to that godforsaken place, Kekexili."

Ding Heng didn't respond to her words, but reached out and picked up a sheet of music, glancing at it with his head down.

"Do you want to sing a new song in the finals?"

Long He grunted in response.

"You've got guts."

"Is there any way?"

Long He declared confidently, "I can't live off the success of 'First Snow' forever. I have to show everyone that I didn't write that song by luck!"

Ding Heng turned to two more pages of the score, his expression focused.

Long He suddenly realized the problem and asked curiously, "You can understand it?"

"can't read."

Ding Heng responded honestly and put the sheet music back on the coffee table.

Long He looked puzzled... Ding Heng said he didn't understand, but just now he pointed out at a glance that it was a new song!

"Alright..."

Whether Ding Heng can read sheet music is hard to say, but he can definitely read his brother's.

Every detail tells him that she has no confidence in herself!

"There's still some time before next week's match, how about I help you relax?"

Long He looked both wary and bewildered.

"What kind of relaxation?"

"Come here."

Ding Heng led her into the bedroom and pointed to the large bed.

"Lie down."

"what?"

"Take off your clothes."

"what?"

Long He was dumbfounded.

"Just leave your underwear on."

Ding Heng spoke in a flat tone.

"What are you doing... It's not even dark yet."

"There's no need to wait until dark for this kind of thing."

"No, Sister Zeng might come looking for me later..."

Despite his verbal hesitation and refusal, Long He's fingers honestly gripped the hem of his clothes, already making a gesture as if to take them off.

Hey! Bro, what are you thinking about?

Ding Heng looked innocent: "I just wanted to give you a massage. You're always holed up in the hotel writing songs, don't your shoulders and neck get stiff? Doesn't your back ache?"

Long He: "..."

However, to be fair, she did have stiff shoulders and neck for several days, and her lower back ached, so she tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

How did you figure that out at a glance, bro?

She continued to struggle: "Then you don't need to make me take off my clothes."

"How can you press while wearing clothes? You can't find the acupoints through the fabric."

Ding Heng said matter-of-factly, "Besides, we're all brothers, why are you being so difficult with me?"

Long He was completely speechless. He sighed resignedly, reached out and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, flipping it up.

She moved very quickly, as if she was afraid she would regret it if she was even a second slower.

Long He crumpled the T-shirt into a ball and threw it on the bed. Only then did Ding Heng notice that his brother had been holed up in the hotel and hadn't gone out, wearing loose-fitting home clothes.

Long He turned his face away, pretended to be nonchalant, and lay down on the bed, burying his face in his crossed arms, only revealing a pair of bright red ear tips.

Ding Heng sat down on the edge of the bed.

He placed his palm on Long He's slightly cool nape, and his thumb gently pressed along the muscles on both sides of the cervical spine.

Long He could clearly feel the soreness being massaged away layer by layer, and Ding Heng's every stroke precisely targeted the spots that had been stiff the most in the past few days.

Brother, you just wanted to give yourself a massage, nothing more?

Ding Heng continued to move his palm downwards.