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

It was obvious that she was waiting for a pure suit hand. If Ding Heng hadn't fed Zhao Yanxi a tile to make a meld, causing Zhao Yanxi to take the risk and discard her only nine of bamboo, she wouldn't have been able to win at all.

She looked up at Ding Heng, whose expression was nonchalant, as if it had nothing to do with him.

In the following games, this feeling became more and more obvious.

The cards Ding Heng played were always the ones she wanted.

When the time is right, the card will appear at just the right moment.

When it's time to draw a tile, I can always get the tile I need.

The chips in front of Hua Qing kept piling up higher and higher.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 41%]

She lowered her eyes, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

Is Ding Heng trying to make her happy?

Suddenly, something gently touched her ankle from under the table.

Before Hua Qing could react, Ding Heng played another card.

"Three."

Hua Qing looked down and saw that it was her turn to declare a winning hand.

"Bar!"

Draw another card.

"Six of Bamboo, a winning hand on a quad, self-draw!"

"Wow!"

Hua Yue's eyes widened: "Sister, your luck is amazing today!"

Hua Qing didn't say anything, but pushed the cards over, her heart beating faster.

Under the table, Ding Heng nudged her with his foot again.

Hua Qing looked up and met Ding Heng's ambiguous smile.

"Your senior won by so much, you should at least give her something in return, right?"

Hua Qing was stunned.

express?

She looked at Ding Heng, then at the others at the table.

Zhao Yanxi was engrossed in organizing her cards, while Hua Yue was calculating how much money she had lost. No one noticed her and Ding Heng.

Ding Heng asked her to express...

Could it be that he wants her to replace Zhao Yanxi and play with his feet?

After finishing one round, a new game began. Hua Qing hesitated for a long time, but finally slowly pulled her feet out of her slippers.

Having practiced dance for over a decade, her control over her body far surpasses that of ordinary people, unlike Zhao Yanxi who appears awkward.

Her toes gently darted out, gliding silently across the floor, finally touching Ding Heng's calf and slowly moving upwards.

The next second, Ding Heng accurately grabbed Hua Qing's ankle and placed it on his thigh.

Hua Qing's body stiffened, and her toes curled up involuntarily.

As a dance student, unlike Zhao Yanxi's fair and slender feet, her feet weren't as pretty.

My toes are somewhat deformed from wearing pointe shoes for many years, thick calluses have formed on the joints of my toes, the skin on the soles of my feet is rough, and there are also cracks on my heels.

Hua Qing didn't pay much attention to it. After all, most dancers' feet are like that. If you want to create a good piece, you have to wear down your feet, practice, and get injured.

She never imagined that one day her feet would be used as "toys" by men.

But now, Ding Heng's hand was caressing her feet, and she could clearly feel the rough, ugly marks on her feet being touched by the man.

His thumb traced the calluses on the soles of her feet, a hard, thick layer.

Then, following the arch of her foot downwards, I touched the dry, cracked lines on her heel.

Finally, I pinched her toes and stroked them one by one, my fingertips touching the joints that were slightly deformed from long-term pressure.

Hua Qing lowered her eyes, her face burning hot.

She didn't know if Ding Heng would find it offensive.

Do you think her feet aren't as pretty or as smooth as Zhao Yanxi's?

Will it be...

Ding Heng suddenly spoke up, his tone casual: "After we finish playing mahjong, how about we go get a foot massage?"

Hua Qing's heart tightened. Was this a signal to her?

Zhao Yanxi jokingly replied, "Brother Ding Heng, are you seriously washing your feet?"

"I do think so."

While drawing cards, Ding Heng continued to massage Hua Qing's feet, pressing his thumb on the calluses on the soles of her feet and gently rubbing them a couple of times.

"If I brought four girls with me, would I go somewhere improper?"

"Scumbag!"

Hua Qing pursed her lips and cursed inwardly.

But after I finished cursing, a strange feeling welled up inside me.

She clearly has unattractive feet, which are nowhere near as beautiful as Zhao Yanxi's.

But Ding Heng didn't let go, nor did he show any disgust. He held it in his hand and gently played with it, his movements tender and comfortable.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 42%]

It rose another 1%.

Hua Qing lowered her eyes, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

After several rounds, Hua Qing won big, while Ding Heng neither won nor lost.

Hua Yue sighed in despair after her defeat, and Zhao Yanxi also lost by a considerable margin.

"I'm not fighting anymore!"

Zhao Yanxi leaned back in her chair, took out her phone to transfer money to Hua Qing, and said with a hint of tears in her eyes, "If this keeps going, I won't have any living expenses for this month!"

Hua Yue did the math and looked mournful: "Sister, you're so lucky today, you won a thousand from each of us."

Hua Qing didn't say anything, took out her phone and clicked to receive payment. Just as she stood up, her legs suddenly went weak, and she almost lost her balance.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

Hua Yue, with her sharp eyes, immediately looked over.

"It's nothing, my legs are a little numb from sitting for too long."

Hua Qing steadied herself and said calmly, "Then let's listen to Ding Heng and go get a foot massage. I'll treat you to some money I won!"

The group began packing, preparing to leave.

Ding Heng walked at the back, and when no one was paying attention, he took something out of his pocket and handed it to Hua Qing.

"Take it."

Hua Qing looked down and saw a tube of ointment, the packaging of which was similar to the ones Ding Heng usually gave her.

"This is?"

"Use it on your feet every day, and it will have amazing effects... Wenjing and Yanxi both use it, so naturally you should too."

"abnormal."

Hua Qing muttered softly, but her body betrayed her by accepting the ointment.

Ding Heng continued to instruct, "Remember to use it every day; I'll be checking from time to time."

Random inspection?

How are spot checks conducted?

Hua Qing blushed and silently put the ointment into her pocket.

Chapter 88: A Song for My First Love

It was 5:30 in the morning, and the sky was still not fully light.

Ding Heng knocked on each room door, receiving three dissatisfied grumbles and a cold "Okay."

Half an hour later, the Land Rover drove onto the highway.

Three girls in the back row huddled together, singing loudly and noisily.

"Come on, let's sing a song!"

Zhao Yanxi took out her phone, connected it to the car's Bluetooth, and started browsing the playlist with great interest.

"Brother Ding Heng, what do you want to sing?"

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel, his gaze sweeping over Hua Qing in the passenger seat.

The morning light slanted in through the car window, softening her cool and aloof face.

Let's play "Sea of ​​Flowers".

Zhao Yanxi looked down and flipped through the playlist: "Okay!"

The melody begins, with a melodious prelude.

Ding Heng started singing along, but he only had a very basic, untrained voice and occasionally sang off-key.

What is said may be unintentional, but what is heard may be intentional.

"Sea of ​​Flowers"

Hua Qing was slightly taken aback, after all, her WeChat account was called "Flower Sea and Sunny Sky".