Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

"Yeah?"

Ding Heng gave a forced smile, his gaze continuing to search for Long He's figure.

What about people?

Could it be that this girl secretly installed surveillance cameras in the private room?

Suddenly his phone vibrated, and Ding Heng took it out to look at it.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Stop looking, just keep reading.

Ding Heng turned around and glanced at the private room on the side. The curtain was lifted slightly, and two girls inside were preparing to leave.

One of them was tall with long, golden-brown curly hair and was dressed in casual sportswear—it was Long He!

After a long time, Ding Heng saw Long He again and was momentarily dazed.

Long He seemed not to see Ding Heng. He took out a mask and sunglasses from his pocket, put them on slowly, and turned to follow his companions outside.

A moment later, Ding Heng's phone vibrated again.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: It's inconvenient to talk when there are too many people in the theater, so I came here.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Address]

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Want to have a drink together? Bring your girlfriend along too.

Ding Heng thought for a moment and decisively responded with the key information first!

[Ding Heng]: She doesn't count as my girlfriend.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: [Milk dragon question mark.jpg]

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: We'll talk about it after you bring her here.

[Ding Heng]: Are you sure you're not going to give me the cold shoulder later?

【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: What else? Otherwise, why would you let a young woman go home alone so late at night?

Ding Heng put away his phone: "Senior, my friend invited us to go drinking, are you coming?"

"Who is it? Can I not go?"

Hua Qing looked troubled; she couldn't drink alcohol and couldn't even handle a bottle of beer.

Ding Heng honestly replied, "The person who gave us the tickets."

Hua Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she finally nodded: "Then... okay."

The hotel located by Longhe is not far from the theater, about a ten-minute drive away.

Stepping into the elevator and watching the numbers jump up, Hua Qing tried taking another deep breath to calm her nerves.

It's already 10:30. If they go for drinks now, she and Ding Heng will most likely stay at the hotel after they finish.

She looked down at the bottom of her Hanfu skirt, where she could still see her glossy white stockings on her legs, and images began to pop into her mind uncontrollably.

She's not a big drinker, so if Ding Heng really gets her drunk...

"bite--"

The elevator arrived at the executive floor, and Ding Heng stepped out. Hua Qing took a deep breath and followed.

The door to room 1609 was ajar. Ding Heng led Hua Qing through the door and they were greeted by a strong aroma of hot pot.

Suddenly, a figure darted out from behind the door and locked Ding Heng's neck tightly.

"OK!!"

Long He sarcastically questioned, "You said you were getting two tickets for your friend, but you ended up bringing a beautiful woman to the show yourself?"

Ding Heng didn't resist, calmly raising three fingers: "I'll count to three, then you'd better let go."

"Not loose."

Longhe increased the force.

"one."

Ding Heng began to count.

"two."

Long He smiled and remained unmoved.

"three……"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ding Heng moved.

He suddenly turned his body, pulled his arm, and executed a beautiful over-the-shoulder side throw.

Before Long He could react, he was flung into the air and then landed with a "thud" on the soft sofa.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Heng straddled Long He's waist and began to grope him.

I feel an itch.

Pinch the meat.

Shoulders, sides, ribs, arms—pinch wherever it's soft.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Long He instantly lost his composure, twisting and turning on the sofa, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

"Ding Heng...you...hahahaha..."

She reached out to resist, but Ding Heng pushed her hand away as soon as she raised it.

Lift it up again, then push it aside.

In terms of both strength and agility, she was no match for Ding Heng.

"Hahaha...Stop, stop, stop!"

Long He was so exhausted from Ding Heng's "torture" that he could barely breathe, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Brother, good brother... I was wrong, I was wrong... Please forgive me!"

Ding Heng raised his hand in annoyance and slapped Long He's tender thigh hard.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

"Who's your brother?"

Ding Heng looked down at Long He from his superior position and said, "Call me 'Father'!"

Long He paused for only half a second, then, without any hesitation, blurted out his answer.

"father!"

"My dear father!"

"dad!"

"What a great dad!"

"I was wrong!"

"My dear daughter was wrong!"

She shouted each word more fluently and louder than the last.

Ding Heng then released her, nodded in satisfaction, and stood up from the sofa.

Long He slumped on the sofa, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were crumpled, and the hem of her short-sleeved shirt was rolled up, revealing a small section of her fair waist and abdomen.

They've had countless interactions like this since they were little.

In the early days, girls developed faster than boys, and for a period of time, Ding Heng was often bullied by Long He.

Later, as the difference in strength and physique between the two widened, Ding Heng generally didn't hold it against her, unless she deliberately did something stupid.

As for calling someone "father"...

Isn't it normal for a good brother to call you "dad"?

However—Ding Heng's gaze fell back on Long He.

Those few moves just now, the feel of my brother's whole body seems to have changed a lot.

He swallowed hard and looked down to examine his long-lost good brother again.

Long He was still slumped on the sofa, not yet recovered.

She had probably just finished showering; her hair was still slightly damp, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and neck. Her long, golden-brown curly hair was spread out on the back of the sofa, making her face appear even whiter.

At 177cm tall, she has a slender figure and legs that seem longer than her life.

She wore a loose-fitting short-sleeved top made of thin fabric with a large neckline that opened slightly with her movements, revealing her defined collarbone and a small patch of fair skin.

He was wearing casual shorts that were so short they almost completely exposed his legs, which were spread out on the sofa without any cover.

Her legs were drawn up, with just the right amount of flesh—not skinny, but soft and plump, making you want to pinch them.

Her knees were small and rounded, her calves had smooth lines, her ankles were slender, and her bare feet were slightly curled up, with her toes painted with a light nude pink nail polish.

After a while, Long He slowly propped himself up, looking utterly exhausted from the ordeal.

Lazy.

decadent.

Cool and stylish.

It also exudes an indescribable... allure.

Meanwhile, the two people standing nearby were completely dumbfounded.

The girl sitting cross-legged next to the coffee table is Jin Canya, a teammate of Longhe.

She was picking up a piece of tripe and dipping it in the pot, forgetting to take it out, and she seemed frozen in place.

Our captain is known in the industry as a "misogynist"!

She keeps her distance when talking to men, but whenever the production team arranges for her to work with male celebrities, she throws a tantrum and refuses to participate.

She was able to survive in the entertainment industry entirely because her mother was the head of entertainment at a major entertainment company.

But just now, she was pinned down and abused by a man, forced to call him "Daddy"!

Not only was she not angry, she was also laughing so happily.

What's going on?!

The other person who was completely bewildered was Hua Qing.

If she wasn't mistaken—that was Long He, wasn't it?

Longhe has become incredibly popular in the last two years.

Long He is a frequent visitor to trending topics, a rising star on variety shows, and has countless fans.

Although Hua Qing doesn't have much of a bias against celebrities, they are still celebrities!

He was pinned down and humiliated by Ding Heng, yet he still had to smile and call him "Dad"?

Who exactly is Ding Heng?