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

Most of the time, she followed Ding Heng, half a step behind.

Not too fast, not too slow, not too far, not too close.

When they arrive at certain scenic spots, such as the famous giant panda climbing the wall, or a distinctive ancient building, Zhao Yanxi will run over and grab her.

"Sister Hua Qing, come quick! Let's take a picture together!"

Hua Qing stood in front of the camera, revealing a calm yet perfectly timed smile. After taking the picture, she stepped back and continued to follow Ding Heng.

People came and went on Chunxi Road, walking and stopping frequently, and Ding Heng perfectly fulfilled his responsibility as a photographer.

Although I'm not particularly interested in traveling, I am still interested in taking photos of three beautiful women with different styles and their own unique charm.

As for Hua Yue... just consider her a side effect.

As they walked, the group arrived at Taikoo Li.

At the street corner, a long queue forms at a popular bubble tea shop called "Grandma's Handmade".

"Let's go, I've heard this grandma's homemade drinks are especially delicious!"

Zhao Yanxi quickly pulled Wenjing and Huayue over, saying, "Quick, quick! Before it gets too crowded. Ding Heng, Hua Qing, what would you like to drink?"

Ding Heng waved his hand: "Whatever."

Hua Qing said calmly, "I won't drink."

Hua Qing, who needs to control her weight, almost never consumes high-calorie foods.

Several young girls rushed into the store to line up and order, leaving only Ding Heng and Hua Qing at the door.

Ding Heng leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on Hua Qing.

She stood there quietly, wearing a moon-white short-sleeved shirt, a dark black pleated long skirt, and her half-length hair held up with a wooden hairpin.

She resembled a refined and elegant young lady from the Republican era, attracting many admiring glances.

Ding Heng noticed that Hua Qing would gently rub her left foot from time to time. Having walked for so long without rest, she probably couldn't hold on much longer with her injured left foot.

There were so many people during the National Day holiday that all the few seats available nearby were already occupied.

Ding Heng waved: "Senior, come here."

Hua Qing was taken aback for a moment, then walked over and asked, "What?"

Ding Heng leaned against the wall and lowered his body slightly, extending his right leg forward with his knee bent and his thigh tilted at an angle, like a makeshift chair.

Then he reached out and hugged Hua Qing, pulling her into his arms.

Hua Qing exclaimed in surprise, and before she could react, she was already sitting on Ding Heng's right thigh.

"What are you doing?!"

She lowered her voice and looked around frantically.

People came and went on the street, and many turned around to look at them, but it was just a glance.

These days, it's so normal for couples to hug and cuddle on the street; nobody really cares.

Ding Heng put his arm around Hua Qing's waist and gently advised, "Don't push yourself, rest for a while."

Hua Qing froze in his arms, feeling the hard muscles of the man's thighs supporting her weight.

His hands were around her waist, his palms pressed against the thin, moon-white short shirt, where warmth emanated.

She lowered her head, her face burning red.

Hua Qing never expected that Ding Heng would so keenly notice her discomfort and even offer to be her "chair".

She's a dancer, so she naturally knows how strenuous it is to maintain that pose.

What's more, his nearly 100-pound weight is now entirely on Ding Heng's leg.

She spoke softly, "Aren't you tired...?"

The gentleness the man occasionally showed always made Hua Qing feel uncomfortable.

Sometimes she even wished Ding Heng could be more direct and blunt, so that she wouldn't have to be so conflicted.

Ding Heng looked down.

From this angle, you can see Hua Qing's drooping eyelashes, her fair neck, and the slight bulge below her neckline.

"Not tired."

Ding Heng leaned close to Hua Qing's neck and gently sniffed: "Senior, you smell so good, you're not tired at all."

Hua Qing's body trembled.

"abnormal."

She muttered to herself, her face turning even redder.

A system notification appeared in Ding Heng's mind.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 27%]

Ding Heng's hand gently caressed Hua Qing's waist, pressing against her slender waist through the thin moon-white short shirt.

"I've wanted to ask that for a long time."

Ding Heng said with a laugh, "Senior, are all of you dancers so slim and flexible? I don't dare to use my strength, for fear of breaking it."

He gently pressed his hand on her waist.

It's so fine, so fine that you're afraid to use any force.

It's incredibly soft, the kind of softness that comes from years of training and extreme flexibility.

Ding Heng held her in his arms and played with her, finally understanding why Emperor Cheng of Han was so infatuated with the bewitching concubine Zhao Feiyan.

This taste... tsk tsk tsk...

Hua Qing remained silent, the blush spreading from her face to her ears.

Ding Heng continued teasingly, "With such a flexible waist, you must be able to do a lot of moves, right? Let's try them together sometime?"

Although Hua Qing was still a virgin, there were always girls in the dance troupe making suggestive jokes, and she almost instantly understood the implication in Ding Heng's words.

"Scumbag..."

Hua Qing cursed again, and Ding Heng's mental progress bar jumped once more.

[28%]

Suddenly, a number was called out from the milk tea shop.

"Number 2129! Is Ms. Zhao (number 2129) here?"

Then came Zhao Yanxi's voice.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's here!"

"Hello, there are five cups in total, and they've all been packed up for you."

"OK, thanks!"

Hearing that Zhao Yanxi and the others were about to return, Hua Qing became even more tense.

She tried to get off Ding Heng's lap, but his hand held her waist tightly, making her unable to move.

"What are you doing?!"

She lowered her voice, her tone urgent: "They're coming out! Didn't you say you wouldn't let them find out about our relationship?"

Ding Heng looked completely innocent: "Compared to those things, all I know is that my girlfriend's foot injury requires rest, and I need to fulfill my responsibilities as a boyfriend."

Hua Qing turned around and glared at Ding Heng: "I've rested enough! Really enough!"

She struggled again, but Ding Heng's grip was too strong, and she couldn't break free at all, remaining firmly pressed against his legs.

Hua Qing felt all the blood rush to her face, and her voice trembled involuntarily: "What exactly do you want?"

Ding Heng slowly said, "Speaking of which, as my boyfriend, could you please stop calling me 'you' all the time? Use a term of address appropriate for a girlfriend."

"What...what kind of address do you want?"

"Call me 'husband' first."

"husband……"

Hua Qing bit her lower lip tightly, her voice barely audible.

"No emotion," Ding Heng complained. "I want something sweeter."

"Honey~"

Hua Qing took a deep breath and tried to clear her throat.

Ding Heng frowned: "It still won't work, it's too deliberate."

Inside the milk tea shop, footsteps grew closer, and Zhao Yanxi's voice rang out clearly.

"Xiaojingjing, try some of mine, I think it tastes pretty good..."

Hua Qing's heart was in her throat, but she finally gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

"Husband~ My good husband~ My dearest husband!"

The girl's voice was clear and ethereal, yet her tone was soft and shy, creating a striking contrast that sent a shiver down Ding Heng's spine.

Seemingly afraid that Ding Heng would be dissatisfied, Hua Qing turned back and gently kissed his face, then quickly pulled away.

Ding Heng finally let go, but didn't forget to give him a light slap.

"Snapped!"

"you……"

Hua Qing jumped off his lap, covered her buttocks, and turned around to glare at him with shame and indignation.

Ding Heng teased with a mischievous grin, "Senior, you're quite good at this. Remember, when no one's around, you have to call me 'husband'!"

"Damn it, disgusting!"

Hua Qing lowered her head and continued to scold, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

A system notification popped up in Ding Heng's mind.