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

Her legs, encased in white stockings that reached past her knees, stood straight, her toes slightly raised inside her high heels as she exerted force, the muscle lines of her calves faintly visible beneath the stockings.

The skirt rode up slightly due to the bending of her body, revealing more of her thighs covered by white stockings, making the blue stocking tops even more eye-catching.

When her body is bent to its limit, she looks like a fully drawn bow, presenting a perfect arc.

"Wow."

Ding Heng exclaimed in admiration.

Many cosplayers online have tried to imitate this pose, but most of them fail to capture the essence and simply strike a pose to seduce perverts.

After all, bending over backwards is a difficult move, and not many people can bend down that far, so how can they care about managing their facial expressions?

But for our talented dance girl, bending over backwards is just a simple matter!

Coupled with the expression on her face—humiliation and resentment—it was almost identical to Saber's when she was controlled by Caster.

Ding Heng asked curiously, "How long can you maintain this position, senior?"

Hua Qing replied silently, "How long does my husband want me to stay like this?"

The implication is that this pose is too easy for her!

Ding Heng raised his camera, and the shutter clicked.

He recorded the scene from various angles: front, side, overhead... and even squatted down to shoot from below.

Hua Qing maintained her posture throughout, perfectly demonstrating the body control she has developed through years of dance training.

She cursed Ding Heng in her heart again and again, but in Ding Heng's mind, the progress of their emotional entanglement continued to rise.

[31%...32%...33%...]

Finally, Ding Heng put down the camera: "Alright, go lie down on the bed."

Hua Qing stiffened: "Why are we going to bed?"

Before Ding Heng could respond, the beeping of the keypad lock on the front door suddenly came from the living room.

After a "click," came Zhao Yanxi's shout.

"Brother Ding Heng, I'm back!"

Hua Qing stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.

Ding Heng remained calm and expressionless: "Senior, do you want to be honest or hide?"

Hua Qing looked left and right, then rushed to the wardrobe, opened the door, and went inside.

The next second, Zhao Yanxi rushed into the master bedroom.

"Brother Ding Heng!"

She lunged forward, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around Ding Heng's neck.

Ding Heng caught her: "Yan hope, why are you back?"

Zhao Yanxi clung to him, grinning, "Who wants to go to some comic convention with Hua Yue! I made an excuse that I had a stomachache, had Hua Yue drive, and sneaked back to find you."

Ding Heng then asked, "So what are your plans for this morning?"

"Wait, there's a surprise for you!"

Zhao Yanxi blinked, released Ding Heng, and ran out.

Ding Heng walked to the wardrobe and gently opened it a crack.

Hua Qing huddled among the clothes, her eyes wide open, pleading in them.

"Really not coming out?"

In Ding Heng's view, this kind of thing can't be kept secret forever, and they will have to be honest with each other sooner or later.

Hua Qing shook her head repeatedly, not daring to make a sound.

Ding Heng had no choice but to close the cabinet door again and sit back down on the bed.

A few minutes later, Zhao Yanxi returned to the master bedroom, wearing a nearly transparent erotic Hanfu-style dress.

The outer layer is an extremely thin gauze, embroidered with silver cloud patterns.

Beneath the sheer fabric was a moon-white lining, but that lining was so thin it was almost transparent, offering virtually no concealment.

A pair of white over-the-knee stockings tightly wrapped her legs, and finally paired with a pair of long, thin white high heels.

She pounced and sat on Ding Heng's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, her tone sweet and ambiguous.

"Brother Ding Heng~ Do you like it?"

Ding Heng didn't stand on ceremony at all, and gently stroked Zhao Yanxi's white silk thighs with his palm.

Why are you wearing clothes like that?

Zhao Yanxi squinted, like a cat being stroked.

"I guessed you'd like it, so I prepared it especially for you. There are several sets available."

Ding Heng reached for the camera beside him.

"Are you planning to release a film?"

Zhao Yanxi stretched out her leg and hooked the camera aside with her toes, then puffed out her cheeks.

"No, I don't want to take any more photos, anyway, only you can see them..."

She leaned close to Ding Heng's ear, her voice soft and gentle.

"This National Day, I want to dedicate everything to..."

Before he could finish speaking, the beeping of the keypad lock came from the living room again, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

Wenjing rushed into the master bedroom, her round face flushed red, her chest heaving violently.

"I knew you weren't coming back early with good intentions!"

The cute little white rabbit glared angrily at the thieving kitten, gritting its teeth in fury.

"Zhao! Yan! hope!"

Chapter 84: The Fairy is Jealous (Thanks to [Zhang Yuanying] for the 1000 RMB reward, an extra 8000 RMB chapter!)

Before Zhao Yanxi could react, Wen Jing lunged forward and pounced on her, pinning her down on the bed and starting to tickle her with both hands.

"Serves you right for sneaking food and being cunning!"

"Hahaha……!"

Caught off guard, Zhao Yanxi burst into laughter.

"Little Jingjing...you...hahaha!"

She tried to resist, but Wenjing was like a gunpowder keg this time, with astonishing strength.

As the saying goes, even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

This was the first time Zhao Yanxi had ever seen Wen Jing unleash such tremendous energy, completely suppressing her and leaving her utterly powerless to fight back.

"Little Jingjing, I was wrong... Hahaha..."

She laughed until she couldn't breathe: "I'll never... I'll never steal food from you again... Hahaha!"

Looking at her disheveled best friend beneath her, Wenjing suddenly felt a pang of sympathy and slowed her movements.

In an instant, Zhao Yanxi seized the opening, flipped over, and pinned Wen Jing down.

"hey-hey!"

She smiled smugly: "My turn!"

The bed was a mess, with two "girls" wrestling.

Zhao Yanxi's long, purple hair was loose, her dress was disheveled from the playful tussle, the shoulder straps slipped down, revealing a large expanse of white skin, and the hem of her skirt was lifted up to her upper thighs, the edges of her white over-the-knee socks faintly visible.

She took off her coat, leaving only a simple white T-shirt, which was stretched taut by her exaggerated figure, making the fabric almost transparent and outlining her amazingly full figure.

The two rolled around on the bed, their arms entwined and their legs intertwined.

Zhao Yanxi's leg brushed against Wenjing's thigh, and Wenjing's knee bumped against Zhao Yanxi's waist.

The sounds of panting, laughter, and the rustling of clothes blended together.

Springtime light is just beginning to shine.

The room was filled with enchanting beauty.

Ding Heng managed to slip away at the opportune moment, retreating to a safe distance before raising his hand.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

One slap for each person, crisp and loud.

"Stop, all of you."

The two froze simultaneously, then quieted down and obediently released each other, kneeling on the bed and bowing their heads to await the man's judgment.

Ding Heng looked over.

Zhao Yanxi's shoulder straps slipped completely, and the almost transparent ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) hung loosely around her waist, revealing a large area of ​​her fair shoulders, back, and chest.

Her long, misty purple hair was disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead.

The white over-the-knee socks were slightly askew, the tops leaving irregular marks on her thighs. The blush on her face hadn't faded, and she was breathing heavily with her lips slightly parted.

The neckline of Wenjing's T-shirt was pulled askew to one side, revealing a section of black shoulder strap.

The fabric on her chest was wrinkled, making the shape she outlined even more striking. Her round face was flushed, and she was panting heavily.

The two of them knelt there like that, and Ding Heng's anger surged.

If Wenjing hadn't suddenly returned, and if Hua Qing hadn't been hiding in the closet, he probably would have already taken advantage of Zhao Yanxi.