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

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Zhao Yanxi had taken off her shoes and socks at some point, and her bare feet slowly rubbed against Ding Heng's ankle, her toes gently curling and teasing him intermittently.

Zhao Yanxi was still looking out the window, as if nothing had happened, with a slight smile on her lips.

Ding Heng didn't move, letting Zhao Yanxi's foot rub against his calf without giving any reaction.

But the lustful fire in his lower abdomen that morning was now gradually reignited by Zhao Yanxi's teasing.

After a while, Zhao Yanxi turned her head and stole a glance at Ding Heng.

Finding the man expressionless and unresponsive, she lost interest, put her shoes and socks back on, and kicked them forcefully!

The car continued driving, and after more than twenty minutes, we arrived at a Sichuan restaurant that we had booked in advance.

As everyone disembarked, Ding Heng was the last to fall, his inner fire growing ever stronger.

He took out his phone and opened Zhao Yanxi's chat window.

[Ding Heng]: Can you forgive me?

Ding Heng: [Picking nose]

【Lucky Zhao】: [Smug little cat.jpg]

[Ding Heng]: I have a way to make you feel better, do you want to know?

[Lucky Zhao]: What method?

[Ding Heng]: Come to my room tonight!

Chapter 85: The Night is Long

Zhao Yanxi did not reply, and a quiet voice came from the front.

"Ding Heng, come and order!"

"coming!"

Ding Heng responded, put away his phone, and quickened his pace.

Dinner was a lively affair, with the spicy and numbing Sichuan cuisine proving incredibly delicious to the girls.

Hua Yue stuffed Mao Xue Wang into her mouth while inhaling sharply, Wen Jing kept eating even though her eyes were watering from the spiciness, and even Hua Qing ate two extra bowls of rice.

Zhao Yanxi, however, was different from usual. She ate very politely, avoiding almost all spicy food, only occasionally picking up a couple of pieces of green vegetables and chewing them in small bites.

Wenjing noticed her best friend's unusual behavior and asked with concern, "Yanxi, why aren't you eating? Don't you have an appetite?"

"No, I just don't want to eat spicy food today..."

Zhao Yanxi shook her head, her joy almost uncontrollable.

After the meal, the group drove around for a while.

The night view of the eastern suburbs, the fireworks in Yulin Fourth Lane, the novelty of the ghost market—these were the sights and sounds that drew many photos from the group of girls.

Around 10 o'clock, we returned to the guesthouse and washed up.

Zhao Yanxi was the last one to wash.

Hot water poured over my head, washing away the day's fatigue.

She scrubbed herself clean, and the shampoo and shower gel were specially prepared in advance, with Ding Heng's favorite orange scent.

After washing and drying her hair, Zhao Yanxi put on her pajamas and returned to her side bedroom, where Wen Jing was lying on the bed playing on her phone.

The bed was against the wall on one side. Zhao Yanxi walked over casually and patted Wenjing's thigh: "Xiao Jingjing, go inside."

Wenjing didn't move: "You'll sleep inside from now on."

Zhao Yanxi was taken aback: "Why?"

"If you sleep outside, who knows if you'll get up in the middle of the night and sneak out to do something naughty! I won't even know then."

"Is Wenjing really necessary?"

"Absolutely necessary!"

Her usually quiet tone was unusually firm: "You almost succeeded today."

The usually naive and innocent little rabbit now looked serious, with an expression that seemed to say, "I see right through you."

Sigh! It's all the men's fault...

"Okay, okay, I'll sleep inside."

Zhao Yanxi resignedly climbed onto the bed, rolled over Wen Jing, and rolled to the side against the wall.

Turn off the lights.

"Good night."

In the darkness, the two best friends lay down.

Time passed second by second, and moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery ray on the floor.

At midnight, Zhao Yanxi opened her eyes on time and turned her head to look at her best friend beside her.

Wenjing's breathing was steady, and her eyelashes drooped gently, as if she were fast asleep.

Zhao Yanxi tried calling out softly twice.

"Xiao Jingjing?"

"Wenjing?"

No response!?

Zhao Yanxi slowly sat up, gently lifting the blanket without making a sound.

She moved to the edge of the bed, her feet touching the floor, the cold tiles making her toes curl up.

But she didn't stop. She carefully went around the foot of the bed, went to the suitcase, took out a piece of clothing, and tiptoed towards the door.

Finally, Zhao Yanxi grasped the doorknob, preparing to gently press it down, when a soft voice came from behind her.

"Zhao Yanxi, where are you going?!"

The lights came on.

Zhao Yanxi froze on the spot, slowly turned her head, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "I...I'm going to the restroom."

Wenjing said irritably, "Who goes to the toilet carrying a piece of clothing?"

Zhao Yanxi stopped explaining, sighed deeply, and put the clothes back in her suitcase.

Then he obediently climbed back into bed, rolled to lie on his side against the wall, pulled the blanket over himself, and puffed out his cheeks in anger.

Wenjing sat cross-legged and looked at her best friend, trying to say something to ease the tension.

Suddenly, she spoke up out of the blue: "Yan hope, are you going to find Ding Heng?"

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes: "Nonsense."

Wenjing asked again, "What are you planning to...do?"

Zhao Yanxi turned her head, her expression a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "Xiao Jingjing, can you stop trying to make conversation?"

What to do?

In the dead of night, what can a lone man and woman do?

Wenjing was speechless, her fingers gripping the corner of the blanket.

Of course she knew what Zhao Yanxi was going to do...

Suddenly, Wenjing realized that she had gone too far, interfering in other people's consensual affairs time and time again.

Why?

Just because I met Ding Heng a little earlier?

Just because I also like Ding Heng?

But—she was also worried.

She was worried that after tonight, she and Zhao Yanxi would no longer be good friends, and she was even more worried that Ding Heng would be cold towards her.

"Yan hope".

"what?"

"Go ahead."

"what!?"

Zhao Yanxi did a somersault: "You don't mind?"

Wen Jing raised her head to face Zhao Yanxi, her tone solemn: "I do mind, but I don't want to use our relationship to blackmail you or Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi was speechless for a moment, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

She leaned forward and took Wenjing's hand.

"Wenjing, shall we go together?"

Wenjing stared in astonishment, making sure her best friend wasn't joking.

Then she began to hesitate, her thoughts swirling in her mind.

Let's go together.