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

"It's not like I didn't drink a bottle of soda when I was a kid."

Longhe snatched the milk tea back and continued walking forward, pretending to be calm, but his ears were clearly red.

Ding Heng saw this and vaguely understood his brother's thoughts.

First of all, Longhe absolutely does not rule out developing a relationship with him that goes beyond brotherhood.

What she really couldn't accept was that things were developing too fast.

The two had just revealed their true feelings to each other, and the next step was to take off their clothes and go to bed, especially since he was her nominal investor.

Her brother of twenty years suddenly became her sugar daddy and forced her to sleep with him. Not to mention Long He couldn't accept it, anyone would feel awkward in her shoes.

She wasn't refusing; it was a transition.

Like any ordinary couple, they first go shopping, have a meal, occasionally hold hands, and test each other with a few words.

It would be best to let Ding Heng properly coax her for a while longer.

To put it bluntly, even brothers crave romance!

However, she herself may not understand it, and she is even more embarrassed to admit it.

Having figured all this out, Ding Heng wasn't in a hurry anymore; he'd just play along with his brother at his own pace.

The two strolled around the mall.

During the process, Longhe would occasionally ask Ding Heng if a certain piece of clothing looked good or which hat suited her better.

Ding Heng answered seriously, but she still complained that he had poor taste.

Ding Heng gave her perfunctory answers, but she would keep asking him questions endlessly.

As he passed by the cinema, Longhe glanced at the day's screenings and began to hesitate.

For most couples, going to the movies is an essential part of their shopping trip, but today we clearly didn't have enough time.

However, Longhe still tried to probe, "Um... there don't seem to be any good movies lately."

Ding Heng asked directly, "Want to see?"

"Weren't you going back for dinner?"

"That's right, then next time."

"Fine……"

Long He looked slightly disappointed and returned to the parking lot with Ding Heng.

Ding Heng got into the driver's seat and suddenly suggested, "Why don't I take you back for dinner?"

Long He was stunned.

"Where are you going back?"

"go home."

"Don't you have other women in your family?"

"Ah."

"Then what should I do there?"

"Let's eat."

“I’m not familiar with them.”

"It will ripen eventually."

"I'm not going."

Seeing that Long He was unmoved by reason, Ding Heng smiled knowingly and then resorted to provocation.

"Brother, are you scared?"

"What! I don't dare?"

"It's okay, if you're too scared, then forget it."

Ding Heng, being considerate, said, "I'll take you back to your hotel."

Long He immediately sat up straight: "I'll go then!"

"Really going?"

"It's just a meal, what's the big deal?"

I was afraid you'd feel uncomfortable.

"Come on."

Long He sneered, "I don't believe they can eat me."

Ding Heng smiled and started the car.

……

On the way back, Ding Heng sent a message to Zhao Yanxi in advance, asking her to prepare an extra set of bowls and chopsticks at home.

He didn't specify who he was bringing back, so when the door opened, the expectation on Zhao Yanxi's face lasted only a second before quickly turning into vigilance.

"Longhe?"

"Hello……"

Long He took off his sunglasses, his tone inexplicably weak: "I apologize for coming so suddenly."

"It's alright, Brother Ding Heng said in advance that he would be bringing guests back for dinner."

Zhao Yanxi stepped aside to make room for her: "I didn't expect the guest to be you."

At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong with what he said, but the word "guest" was particularly jarring and made Long He very unhappy.

When Ding Heng was on the phone with Zhao Yanxi in the car, she clearly heard him say that he only asked for an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl, and never mentioned the word "guest".

“I used to go to Ding Heng’s house for meals all the time, and I never really considered myself a guest.”

"before?"

"When I was a child?"

Long He smiled and said, "We've known each other since we were in the womb, which is more than 20 years."

Zhao Yanxi considerately took out slippers for Ding Heng, as if she didn't understand Long He's boastful intentions.

She calmly replied, "I met Brother Ding Heng relatively late, so I missed out on those things from my childhood. But that's okay, there's plenty of time in the future."

Longhe paused in the act of changing his shoes.

There's still a long time ahead... The implication is that getting to know someone early doesn't mean you can hold onto that position forever.

"Too."

Longhe retorted: "When it comes to relationships, it all comes down to whether you can make it last."

The two women looked at each other and smiled kindly.

Ding Heng stood to the side and inexplicably felt that the entryway was a bit cramped.

Hearing the noise, Hua Qing came out of the living room.

Upon seeing Long He, she appeared slightly surprised, but then greeted him gently.

"Longhe, you've arrived?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Please come in and sit down. Wenjing will have the food ready soon."

Hua Qing glanced at Zhao Yanxi, then at Long He, vaguely sensing something was amiss, but she didn't intend to get involved.

She really couldn't understand why Zhao Yanxi and Long He were at odds, since they were going to end up in the same bed sooner or later anyway.

Wenjing came out of the kitchen to greet everyone, behaving very friendly.

Wen Shu sat quietly in the corner of the sofa, glancing at the big star with amusement, wondering if she should find an opportunity to take a photo with him and show it off to her roommates.

As soon as Ding Heng sat down on the sofa, Zhao Yanxi moved next to him as usual, her posture extremely intimate.

Long He didn't want to get too close to Ding Heng, but after being provoked by Zhao Yanxi, he stubbornly chose to sit on the other side of Ding Heng, but he didn't actively try to get close to him.

Ding Heng, sandwiched between the two, complained, "The sofa is so big, why do we have to squeeze together?"

"You never complain about people crowding the place..."

Zhao Yanxi complained softly, and casually picked up an orange from the fruit plate.

"Brother Ding Heng, do you want some?"

"I'll eat it if you peel it."

"what……"

The intimate feeding gesture between the two made Long He uncomfortable.

She followed suit, picked up an orange, and peeled it with her fingers, but hesitated for a moment before finally putting it in her mouth.

It tasted both sour and astringent, I don't know how anyone could enjoy it so much!

"Let's get ready to eat."

Wenjing shouted loudly in the restaurant.

She took off her apron, brought the last dish to the table, and then served rice to everyone.

The meal consisted of six dishes and a soup, all ordinary home-style dishes, but they looked very appealing.

Long He originally wanted to say a few polite words, but when he looked down, he realized he was actually quite hungry.

After the afternoon rehearsal ended, she didn't even have time to eat properly. Later, she spent half a day shopping with Ding Heng, and a cup of milk tea was simply not enough to fill her stomach.

"sit down."

Wenjing pulled out a chair for her: "I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare any special dishes."

"That's enough."

Long He sat down: "I came here suddenly, so don't treat me like a guest."