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

Longhe remained silent for two seconds, and finally did not reach for his phone again.

"Oh."

She grabbed a handful of popcorn, stuffed it into her mouth, and looked back at the screen.

The movie itself wasn't anything special.

The plot is ordinary, the pacing is ordinary, and even the misunderstandings between the male and female leads feel somewhat contrived.

Longhe muttered complaints several times in the middle of the conversation, but gradually quieted down later. Then he started gossiping about how the actress had slept with a certain rich man in order to get ahead.

After hearing this, Ding Heng exclaimed, "Then she's quite sensible?"

"sensible?"

Longhe reacted in half a second and stomped on it again.

You, Ding Heng, who are you calling ignorant!

The movie ended with a sentimental background music track, making Long He and Ding Heng drowsy.

What you look at isn't important.

Importantly, the theater was dimly lit, and ordinary couples were sitting around it.

She and Ding Heng mingled among them, appearing just like an ordinary couple, a feeling she enjoyed.

As the movie ended, another movie was starting to enter outside.

The corridor was packed with spectators.

Long He put on his mask, lowered his head and followed behind Ding Heng, reaching out to grab his wrist, just like when they left the hotel yesterday.

Ding Heng glanced back at her but didn't say anything.

The two slowly walked out with the crowd.

After walking a distance, Long He loosened his grip on his wrist slightly.

Instead of pulling back as quickly as she had yesterday, she slid down her wrist bone little by little.

The fingertips touch the palm, and the movement pauses for half a second.

Then, as if she had finally made up her mind, she stuffed her entire hand into Ding Heng's palm.

Ding Heng closed his fingers and gripped them tightly.

"There are many people."

Long He explained in a low voice, "So we don't get separated."

Ding Heng remained silent.

Even after leaving the cinema, when most of the people around had left, Longhe still didn't let go.

She probably realized that her explanation was a bit weak, so she continued to explain, "There were quite a lot of people in the mall."

Ding Heng looked at her: "I didn't ask anything."

Long He felt a surge of heat in his ears and gripped Ding Heng's hand even tighter.

"Then shut up."

"it is good."

Ding Heng smiled and let his brother lead him forward.

Never let go for a lifetime...

Chapter 354: Long He Prepares to Change His Mind and Back Down

As they walked out of the mall, Long He reluctantly let go of her hand, as if nothing had happened, and Ding Heng continued to follow beside her as before.

The two exited from the side entrance of the mall and walked along the street for a short distance before Longhe unexpectedly turned into a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant.

The shop is very small; you can see the whole thing at a glance.

Longhe picked up the stainless steel basin and randomly picked some things from the freezer.

Ding Heng didn't take anything else, but stood beside her and watched her choose.

Aren't you going to eat?

"You can choose."

Longhe didn't say anything, and picked up another piece of instant noodles.

Prices at the Capital Department Store are not cheap. Even though you don't have many items, the bill can easily exceed one hundred yuan.

Longhe quickly scanned the payment code.

"You bought the milk tea yesterday, so I'll buy it for you today!"

"Row……"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

Both of them are now quite wealthy, so there's no need for them to argue over a hundred dollars.

When men and women go on dates, one party shouldn't be the one who pays the price.

However, Long He also understood that he was just deceiving himself.

Pretend you can still be on equal footing with your brothers...

When the spicy hot pot was served, Longhe took off his mask, bent down, and took a bite.

She frowned and said, "The amount of ingredients used is a bit too much."

"well enough……"

Ding Heng remarked with emotion, "At least it's milder than the spicy skewers we used to eat on the street when we were kids."

Most people in Changsha prefer strong salt, oil, and spice in their food; the change in taste at Longhe is likely a recent development. When they were kids, the spicy skewers they ate were coated with chili oil made from gutter oil from roadside stalls.

"Yeah, thinking back on that taste now, I really don't know how we could have eaten it back then, let alone enjoyed it so much."

Longhe also began to reminisce.

When they were little, they would eat spicy skewers with the money they saved from breakfast. Ding Heng would always let her choose what she liked, and then eat what she left over.

Thinking of this, Long He casually tossed the crab sticks he didn't like into Ding Heng's bowl.

After completing the action, she paused for a moment, lost in thought.

She used to do similar things all the time and didn't think much of it then, but now, even though it's just the same action, Long He is starting to feel ashamed.

From childhood to adulthood, I have been too willful and indulgent in front of Ding Heng. Especially now, compared with the well-behaved Wen Jing or the considerate secretary Lin Man, the difference is like night and day.

Ding Heng seemed oblivious, picked it up and ate it directly.

Having run out of topics, Longhe took the initiative and asked, "What did you think of that movie?"

"I didn't understand it very well."

"You can't even understand such a simple plot?"

"They argued for two hours, but then suddenly made up."

Wasn't there foreshadowing earlier?

"What foreshadowing?"

Long He wanted to explain, but felt that discussing the plot of a romance drama with Ding Heng was a bit of a hassle and unnecessary.

"never mind."

"Did you understand it?"

"of course."

"Why didn't that woman explain herself earlier?"

"She has her concerns."

"Wouldn't it be fine if we just explained it clearly?"

"Can you just say anything directly?"

Why not?

Long He stared at Ding Heng for a few seconds, then lowered his head again.

"So you didn't understand..."

Ding Heng smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

After a while, Long He spoke up again: "Also, holding hands just now doesn't mean I agreed to all those messy things you asked for."

Ding Heng asked knowingly, "What kind of messy things?"

"You know it yourself."

"I am not sure."

"Ding Heng!"

Longhe pouted cutely: "Do you really want me to say it to your face?"

"No need for that."

Ding Heng sighed and laughed: "I'm afraid we understand it differently."

"Don't pretend."

Long He warned, "Today is just about watching a movie, having dinner, and maybe holding hands. Don't think about anything else."

"understood."

Ding Heng continued to reassure him, "Everything is as usual. As for the two of us... if you want to take it slow, then take it slow. I won't force you, brother."

Long He's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and gradually relaxed his posture.

"That sounds nice..."

What she was really worried about was never that Ding Heng had feelings for her.