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

"Senior, you went to the restroom, you probably didn't hear anything else, right?"

"No."

Hua Qing answered quickly, but her face showed an expression of extreme guilt.

Ding Heng stepped back and leaned against the back of his chair: "Since you want to fulfill your duty, then fine! As for the clothes, just wear whatever you think is appropriate."

Hua Qing responded with an "Oh," and then fell silent.

A prompt immediately popped into Ding Heng's mind.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 40%]

[Ding! The progress of the romantic connection has exceeded 40%, and the stage goal has been achieved!]

[Rewards: Divine Merit +1000, Perception Attribute +6, Skill "Sword Heart Clarity" upgraded again.]

Chapter 87: Playing Mahjong and Foot Care

Ding Heng's perception is now far beyond that of ordinary people. He clearly saw the half-closed door last night and the figure that lingered at the door for a long time.

Unexpectedly, Hua Qing's romantic entanglement progressed by leaps and bounds, approaching 40% in just one night.

Looking again at the aloof, classically beautiful woman before him, Ding Heng felt a sense of unease.

What other hidden fetishes does Hua Qing have?

The car was parked in the underground garage, and the three of them carried large and small bags upstairs.

Pushing open the door of the guesthouse, Wenjing was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. Soup was simmering on the stove, and the chopped vegetables were neatly arranged on the cutting board.

"I'm home?"

Wenjing poked her head out from the kitchen, exuding the air of a virtuous wife and loving mother: "You guys rest for a bit, it'll be ready soon."

Hua Yue leaned over for a peek: "Wow, Xiao Jingjing, you bought so many groceries?"

Wenjing nodded: "Yeah, we got it while we were killing the chicken. We were thinking we'd cook it ourselves."

Ding Heng walked into the kitchen: "Do you need any help?"

"no, I'm fine!"

Wenjing quickly waved her hand: "You can just go outside and wait."

Hua Qing didn't say anything, but silently sat down at the dining table, her gaze following Wen Jing who was busy in the kitchen.

The girl, wearing an apron and bustling about, was so virtuous that no one could find fault with her.

Unlike her, she doesn't even know how to make the next dish.

If you marry her, she'll probably only be good as a decorative vase...

Dinner was quickly served.

Four dishes and a soup, very home-style.

"Delicious!" Hua Yue was the first to pick up her chopsticks: "Wenjing, your cooking is amazing!"

Wenjing smiled shyly: "No, it's nothing, I just did it casually."

Zhao Yanxi picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, but instead of putting it in her own mouth, she held it directly to Ding Heng's lips: "Brother Ding Heng, try this."

Ding Heng opened his mouth to catch it, chewed it, and said, "Hmm, Xiao Jing's cooking skills have indeed improved again."

Wenjing's ears turned red, and she picked up another chicken leg and put it into Ding Heng's bowl: "Ding Heng, try this one too, it's been stewed for a long time."

The four people at the table were enjoying their meal immensely, but Hua Qing alone couldn't muster any appetite for the food.

She watched Zhao Yanxi naturally serve food to Ding Heng, and saw Wen Jing's shy yet happy expression. The unspoken understanding between the three of them brought back a bittersweet feeling to her heart.

Ever since she hid in the closet yesterday, this bittersweet feeling had been rising in her heart like a tide, wave after wave…

That's why she asked that question in the car today, almost as if possessed—"What should I wear to see your dad?"

As soon as she said it, she was stunned.

But she had a gut feeling that if she didn't bring it up herself, the matter would definitely fall on Zhao Yanxi's shoulders.

So she had to do something to suppress the bitterness in her heart.

After finishing her meal, Hua Yue slumped onto the sofa: "I'm so full... What's next?"

Zhao Yanxi's eyes lit up: "Let's play mahjong!"

"Mahjong?"

"Yes, doesn't the guesthouse have an automatic mahjong table?"

Zhao Yanxi had already started making arrangements: "Xiao Jingjing doesn't know how, so the four of us are just right!"

"Okay, but I'm telling you, don't try to renege on your bet if you lose."

"Whoever defaults on their debt is a dog!"

It's clear that both girls are very confident in their mahjong skills.

The four people sat down.

Ding Heng sat in the north, Zhao Yanxi sat in the east, Hua Yue sat in the south, and Hua Qing sat in the west.

The first game began with the mahjong tiles clanging and clattering inside the machine.

Zhao Yanxi picked up the cards, her eyes darting around.

She had no other thought tonight but to win, especially to win against Ding Heng.

After being messed with by him last night, I have to get my revenge at the card table today.

After several rounds, she realized she was overthinking it.

Ding Heng is a mahjong player who's like he's cheating.

He knows when to pong and when to kong, playing his cards with precision and ruthlessness, as if he can predict everyone's hand.

"Brother Ding Heng~"

Zhao Yanxi started using an outsider's move, pouting and acting coquettishly: "Let me have a turn, I'm about to lose all my travel expenses back."

Ding Heng glanced at her but didn't say anything.

The next second, a bare foot quietly peeked out from under the table and gently rubbed against Ding Heng's calf.

Zhao Yanxi pretended to be looking at the cards intently, while her toes gently hooked around Ding Heng's leg.

Ding Heng chuckled and reached out to grab Zhao Yanxi's ankle.

Ding Heng later instructed Zhao Yanxi to use the ointment given to Wenjing, and asked her to keep her feet clean.

So far, Zhao Yanxi seems to be very obedient.

My feet, which were originally delicate and fair, are now flawless and incredibly smooth and comfortable to the touch.

"you……!"

She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Ding Heng's hand was pressed tightly, and his thumb gently scraped the sole of her foot.

Zhao Yanxi was startled and almost cried out.

"Play your cards well."

Ding Heng remained expressionless, playing cards while fiddling with the objects.

Slowly run your thumb along the sole of your foot, rubbing it back and forth along that soft curve.

Then, following the arch of her foot downwards, she gently massaged her heel, and then stroked her toes one by one upwards along the instep.

Zhao Yanxi bit her lower lip, her sitting posture extremely awkward.

He could only sit sideways on the chair, barely maintaining his balance by sitting on half of his buttocks.

Hua Qing turned her head to look, and from her angle, she could clearly see the ambiguous interaction between Ding Heng and Zhao Yanxi.

But Ding Heng didn't shy away from her at all; it was as if he was doing it specifically for her.

"abnormal……"

She silently complained and played a 30,000.

"bump!"

Ding Heng made a pong, and Zhao Yanxi took the opportunity to pinch his fingers with her toes, glancing at the cards in front of her with a pitiful look.

The meaning is obvious—"Please, dear brother, let me win one round!"

Ding Heng's lips curved slightly, but he still didn't speak.

Two more rounds passed, and Ding Heng picked up a card and played it: "Two of Wan".

Zhao Yanxi's eyes lit up, thinking that Ding Heng had finally softened and was feeding her cards.

"bump!"

She quickly took the 20,000 tiles, and after hesitating for a long time, she still risked discarding a 9 of Bamboo in order to get a winning hand.

"Nine of Bamboo".

"Hu!"

Hua Qing pushed her tiles forward: "Pure One Suit All Pungs, two Birds, triple the score, 525!"

Zhao Yanxi: "???"

She stared wide-eyed at Hua Qing's cards, then at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng shrugged, looking completely innocent.

Zhao Yanxi angrily pulled her foot back from Ding Heng's leg and kicked him twice, her expression sullen.

His eyes clearly said—you made me lose money, so I'm not letting you play with my feet anymore!

Ding Heng smiled and shook his head, then continued drawing cards.

Hua Qing lowered her head to arrange her cards, but felt a little strange.

She seems to have had an incredibly smooth game this time?