Chapter 205: Baima Seeks Thrill

After the shoot, the living room was a mess.

Clothes, stockings, high heels, and other items were scattered all over the floor. Bath towels were piled on the sofa, and empty wine bottles were scattered on the coffee table.

Ding Heng carried the girls back to their rooms one by one, where they fell into a deep sleep.

Ding Heng returned to the living room, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and added two ice cubes.

Because his body has evolved, alcohol has become less stimulating for Ding Heng. He often has to drink several bottles of strong liquor in succession to feel even a slight buzz.

During the break between taking photos, Ding Heng drank and took pictures at the same time, occasionally pouring a few sips for the girls as well, which filled the entire living room with a warm and decadent smell of alcohol.

Suddenly, a slight noise came from the second floor.

Ding Heng paused, then listened intently.

There was another sound, even softer than before, like a sob.

Ding Heng put down his wine glass and tiptoed up the stairs.

Baima's door was ajar, not closed properly.

Through the crack in the door, Ding Heng saw Bai Ma kick the blanket aside and curl up into a small ball on the bed.

Her brows were furrowed, and she murmured Tibetan.

Ding Heng couldn't understand it, but he could hear the fear and unease in Bai Ma's voice.

"Pema".

Ding Heng called out softly.

Pema didn't respond and was still trembling.

"Pema".

Ding Heng walked in and placed his hand on Bai Ma's shoulder.

Baima's body trembled violently, and he kept chanting.

Ding Heng did not withdraw his hand, but gently patted her back.

One, two, three...

Finally, Baima's breathing gradually calmed down, and her curled-up body slowly stretched out.

She turned to face Ding Heng, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Ding Heng then noticed that there were tear stains on Bai Ma's face.

He tried to gently wipe away the girl's tears with his fingertips, but perhaps he used too much force, or perhaps Baima was sleeping too lightly.

Suddenly, Baima opened her eyes, her vision clearing from blurry to sharp.

Then she sat up abruptly and frantically wiped her face.

"Ah, brother... what's wrong with you...?"

"You're having a nightmare and you're crying."

Ding Heng withdrew his hand, his tone calm.

Baima paused in wiping her face and lowered her eyes.

"Was my crying...very loud?"

"no."

Ding Heng shook his head: "I haven't gone to sleep yet. I came to check when I heard the noise."

Baima didn't speak, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the corner of the blanket.

Silence spread between the two.

Ding Heng softened his tone: "Bai Ma."

"Um?"

"What did you dream about?"

"It's nothing."

Baima shook her head: "It's... something from the past."

Ding Heng didn't ask any further questions. He reached out and placed his hand on her head again, gently rubbing it.

"If you miss home, I'll go back with you after our trip."

Bai Ma looked up and met Ding Heng's gaze.

The man's eyes were gentle, devoid of pity or sympathy, but simply filled with concern.

"it is good."

She nodded and buried her face in her knees.

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and stood up.

Go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow.

"Um."

Baima responded, but did not move.

Just as Ding Heng stood up, she suddenly reached out and gently grabbed his wrist.

Baima's voice was soft and gentle.

"Brother, will you stay with me for a while?"

Ding Heng stopped and turned to look at her.

The girl's clear eyes sparkled and shimmered in the moonlight.

Ding Heng sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Baima loosened her grip on his wrist, moved the blanket aside to make room for him.

Ding Heng lay down next to her, about a fist's width apart.

Time passed second by second, and the moonlight moved slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Baima's stomach suddenly rumbled, a sound that was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Pema looked a little embarrassed and buried her face in the pillow.

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Are you hungry?

"Well……"

Baima responded sullenly.

"Didn't you eat much yesterday?"

"Um……"

Pema lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes showing signs of regaining some of her energy.

"Shall we go get breakfast?"

Baima nodded.

The two people went downstairs to the living room.

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was just beginning to brighten, a thin mist floated on the lake, and the distant snow-capped mountains were faintly visible in the morning light.

The clothes on the ground were still scattered and hadn't been tidied up. Baima glanced at them and then quickly looked away, pretending she hadn't seen anything.

Ding Heng suggested, "The timing is perfect, shall we go watch the sunrise by the pool?"

"it is good."

"Then go change your clothes first, I'll get you something to eat."

Ding Heng went into the kitchen and took out bread, eggs, and milk from the refrigerator.

Baima returned to her room and changed into a pink and white one-piece swimsuit.

The pool water was at a constant temperature, steaming in the cool morning air.

Pema returned to the edge of the pool, tested the water temperature with her toes, and then slowly walked in.

She swam to the outermost edge and looked up at the sky.

The sky gradually changed from dark blue to light blue, and then from light blue to orange-red.

The distant snow-capped mountains were illuminated by the morning light, and the snow on their peaks shimmered with a golden glow.

Ding Heng walked over carrying a tray with several slices of toasted bread, two fried eggs, a glass of milk, and a glass of whiskey on it.

He gently pushed the float into the water, then jumped into the pool himself and swam to Baima's side.

Baima reached over the floating plate, picked up a piece of bread, tore it into small pieces, and chewed slowly.

Ding Heng leaned against the pool, picked up a whiskey, and gazed at the distant snow-capped mountains.

"Brother, you seem to really enjoy drinking?"

"well enough……"

As the system continuously strengthens, Ding Heng's threshold for receiving sensory stimulation becomes increasingly higher.

Continuing to drink helps him maintain the tipsy feeling from last night...

The thin mist on the lake surface slowly dissipated, revealing the azure lake water.

Pema continued, "Brother, did you guys have a lot of fun last night?"

Ding Heng jokingly retorted, "Did I disturb you?"

"Of course!"

Bai Ma teased, "This villa isn't soundproof."

Ding Heng coughed twice but didn't reply.

Baima continued, "Sister Man's voice is the loudest, then Sister-in-law Yanxi, Sister-in-law Wenjing is quite tolerant, and Sister-in-law Huaqing..."

She commented on each one individually, and Ding Heng couldn't bear to listen.

"Alright, alright."

Baima chuckled and stopped talking, then tore off another piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth: "Actually, it's alright. I slept quite soundly, and I was only woken up two or three times."

Ding Heng sensed the girl's sarcastic tone and sighed, "It seems I shouldn't have brought you along."

The smile on Baima's face vanished instantly.

"What do you mean?"

She put down the bread in her hand and turned to look at Ding Heng: "Brother, do you want to leave me alone at home?"

That's not what I meant...

"So what do you mean?"

Baima's eyes widened, his cheeks puffed out, and his whole body bristled.

"I just feel..."

"What do you think?"

Baima interrupted, "Do you think I'm in the way? Do you think I shouldn't have come?"

"Pema".

Ding Heng softened his tone: "You know that's not what I meant, don't worry..."

"I'm not in a hurry..."

Bai Ma turned her face away and picked up the bread again: "Besides... I don't mind, why should you, a grown man, mind? It's not like it's the first time anyway."

Ding Heng: "..."

Baima added, "When we were in Xingcheng, I often heard it from upstairs."

Ding Heng was utterly speechless.

The sun slowly rose behind the snow-capped mountains, and golden sunlight bathed the entire lake surface.

A morning breeze blows by, bringing the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Baima stuffed the last piece of bread into her mouth and drank the milk in one gulp.

"I'm stuffed."

She put the cup back on the float, swam to the edge of the pool, sat down on the edge, and her two short legs dangled in the water.

Ding Heng also swam to the edge of the pool, propped himself up and sat down next to Baima, quietly enjoying the sunrise.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"Are you going to prepare breakfast for your wives later?"

"Um."

Baima didn't say anything and continued swinging her legs.

After a while, she spoke again softly.

"Go ahead, I'll stay a little longer."

Ding Heng stood up and patted her head.

"Don't soak for too long. Even though the water is at a constant temperature, soaking for too long can easily make you dizzy."

"Okay."

Bai Ma Chong waved his hand, regaining his usual liveliness.

Ding Heng turned and walked back to the living room.

Baima remained by the pool, watching Ding Heng's figure disappear behind the glass door, before turning her gaze back to the mess in the living room.

She recalled the sounds she heard last night, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she quickly looked away.

But a few minutes later, his gaze unconsciously turned back to the maid outfit.

The tutu was crumpled up, the cat-ear headband was askew, and the pink backpack was tossed in the corner of the carpet.

Baima tried to imagine what Huaqing would look like wearing this outfit.

A mature, sophisticated aura paired with youthful clothing—a striking contrast.

She looked down at herself.

She's petite, has a round face, and a naturally petite figure.

In a way, she is the most suitable person to wear this outfit.

Baima was startled by the thought in her mind, quickly shook her head, and jumped back into the pool.

The water flowed over my head, washing away all those chaotic thoughts.

She floated up from the water, wiped the water off her face, exhaled, and looked up at the sky.

A few white clouds drifted slowly across the light blue sky.

Baima recalled what Ding Heng had just said—"It seems I shouldn't have brought you along."

She pouted and muttered something under her breath.

"You wicked prince, it's too late to regret it now!"

…………

At 8:30, several girls woke up one after another and came to the restaurant, still sleepy-eyed.

Ding Heng stood in front of the kitchen counter in the open kitchen, putting fried bacon and eggs into a plate.

Lin Man leaned closer and peeked inside: "The boss is cooking himself?"

"It's just cooking breakfast, it's not a difficult thing."

Ding Heng pushed the plate onto the table: "Help yourself."

Zhao Yanxi immediately rushed over, grabbed a piece of bacon with her hand, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Zhao Yanxi, can't you be a little more civilized?!"

Wenjing followed behind her like a mother hen, using tongs to put the food into a plate for her, with a helpless yet doting expression.

Hua Qing silently picked up a cup of black coffee and ate only a small amount of vegetable salad.

"Where is Baima?"

Lin Man looked around but couldn't see that small figure.

"She's changing clothes upstairs."

As soon as Ding Heng finished speaking, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Baima came running down the street with a bouncy, energetic air about her, a stark contrast to her listless appearance yesterday.

The group ate and chatted in a relaxed atmosphere.

Afterwards, since their luggage would be transported by a special person, everyone traveled light.

At 10:00 AM, we boarded the panoramic train that Lin Man had booked in advance. The journey of just over an hour passed quickly amidst the beautiful scenery.

It was noon when the train arrived.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was a clear, bright blue.

The hotel is situated at the foot of the Jungfrau, with its simple and elegant architecture facing the snow-capped mountains.

Lin Man booked a duplex suite in the tower, which had an excellent view.

After settling their luggage and resting briefly, the girls decided to go out for a stroll.

Only Baima started feeling sleepy again because she had gotten up too early.

"Brother..."

She tugged at Ding Heng's sleeve and rubbed her eyes: "I want to catch up on some more sleep."

Ding Heng looked down and saw that the little girl's eyelids were already drooping.

"Are you okay alone in the room?"

"Are you okay alone in the room?"

"rest assured."

Pema yawned lazily: "I'll call you when I wake up."

"Alright, just be careful."

"Oh……"

Baima returned to her room and collapsed onto the soft bed.

After some time, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Ding-dong... Ding-dong..."

She rolled over and covered her ears with a pillow, not wanting to move.

The doorbell rang twice more.

Pema reluctantly got out of bed and listlessly went to open the door.

Hotel staff in uniforms stood outside the door, with several large suitcases piled on a luggage cart nearby.

Pema recognized them; they were the women's boxes.

"Excuse me..."

The staff member smiled and recited a long string of words in English.

Baima only understood "luggage" and "room," which roughly means delivering luggage.

She nodded and stepped aside to let the staff push her luggage in.

The staff carried the suitcases into the room one by one, stacked them at the entrance of the dressing room, and then took out a candy from their pocket and handed it to Baima.

"Here you go, little girl."

Baima was stunned.

Although the other person had a heavy accent, she still understood the meaning of "little girl".

"I'm not a little girl!"

Baima used all the knowledge he had acquired in his life to utter a single sentence, his face turning bright red.

The staff member smiled, assuming she was shy, put the candy in her hand, and turned to leave.

The door closed.

Baima looked at the candy in her hand, her lips twitching.

Why... am I being treated like a child again!

She angrily threw the candy on the coffee table, grabbed her suitcase, and went into the walk-in closet.

The boxes were very heavy, and it took her a lot of effort to drag them in one by one.

None of the boxes were locked. After hesitating for a long time, Baima couldn't resist her curiosity and reached out to unzip them.

First up is Zhao Yanxi's.

The clothes were folded neatly, in all sorts of colors and styles.

Bai Ma flipped through two items, but wasn't interested, so she zipped them up and moved on to another one.

The second one is quiet.

The clothes were much simpler and the styles were more conservative.

Bai Ma flipped through them, but there was nothing special about them either.

The third one is Lin Man's.

Bai Ma unzipped the jacket, revealing a neatly folded cosplay outfit.

She picked it up and shook it, her eyes widening instantly.

Shigure Feather Robe?

A character who was popular on short video platforms for a while, with catchy dances and catchy music.

Bai Ma, a frequent internet surfer, naturally recognized it...

Baima held the clothes up in front of her and compared them.

Very small.

very small.

She looked down at her figure, then at the clothes in her hands.

The petite of the sisters-in-law is Wenjing, who is 158 cm tall, but she is ridiculously large in the right places, and she definitely can't fit into this dress.

Zhao Yanxi is 175cm tall, Lin Man is not short either, and Hua Qing is even taller and slimmer.

Hua Qing and Lin Man...

In short, none of their body types are suitable for wearing such small cosplay outfits.

Why is Sister Man wearing this outfit?

Baima was filled with doubt. She folded the clothes again and was about to put them back when she suddenly remembered last night.

Judging from what she heard intermittently, Hua Qing must have suffered the most last night.

This indirectly shows that Ding Heng was most excited about Hua Qing's look last night!

Does the prince like this?

As if possessed, Baima picked up the clothes again, walked to the dressing mirror, and tried them on once more.

I think... I can wear it, right?

Baima swallowed hard, glanced back at the door to the walk-in closet, and made sure it was tightly closed.

Then I took a deep breath and started taking off my clothes.

Jacket.

skirt.

sock.

One by one, they took off their clothes, and then put on their new ones.

Baima looked around from the left and right, and suddenly remembered that mesmerizing dance. She couldn't help but twist her waist to follow the movements in her memory.

It actually looks quite plausible.

Baima laughed at herself, then quickly composed herself.

Suddenly, a strong urge made her take out her phone and snap a picture in the mirror.

Then, swipe your finger across the screen to open Ding Heng's chat window.

send.

[Pema]: [Image]

Ten seconds later, she quickly clicked to undo.

Message notification: [You have retracted a message]

Baima quickly changed back into her original clothes, folded the cosplay outfit, put it in her suitcase, and zipped it up.

Everything was restored to normal.

Her heart was pounding, and she opened her phone again.

Ding Heng hasn't replied yet, nor has he asked her what message she retracted.

Baima walked out of the dressing room, collapsed back onto the bed, and pulled the blanket over her face.

My heart is still beating very fast...

She didn't know what she was nervous about, nor what she was looking forward to.

But that one moment was really exciting!