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

The azure lake, the golden autumn leaves, and the distant snow-capped mountains reflected in the water create a scene reminiscent of another world.

Ding Heng perfectly fulfilled his duties as a photographer.

Zhao Yanxi is like a natural-born model. Sometimes she stands on tiptoe, sometimes she looks back, sometimes she reaches out to catch a falling leaf. She is particularly good at posing, and every picture looks like a magazine spread.

On the contrary, Wenjing was so shy that she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet, so Ding Heng had to patiently guide her.

As for Hua Qing, in the scenery of Jiuzhaigou, she is a picture-perfect woman wherever she stands, breathtakingly beautiful!

Finally, Hua Yue... incidentally, incidentally.

"Brother Ding Heng! Brother Ding Heng!"

Zhao Yanxi ran over and grabbed Ding Heng's arm: "There's a viewing platform over there, let's go take pictures there!"

Wenjing chimed in, "I want to go to that waterfall..."

Ding Heng nodded: "One at a time."

As the group walked along the boardwalk, they suddenly heard a sweet, delicate laugh coming from behind them.

Two girls walked over, looking to be in their early twenties. They had heavy makeup on and were dressed in carefully coordinated "internet celebrity" style outfits, holding selfie sticks in their hands.

Behind them was a young man, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, carrying large and small bags and with a camera hanging around his neck.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The girl in front turned around and urged, "The lighting is good here, take some pictures of me!"

The boy jogged after him and started looking for the right angle to press the shutter.

The two groups walked forward one after the other. When they arrived at the viewing platform of Wuhua Lake, the two girls started posing again, while the boys squatted, stood, and lay down, taking pictures from various angles.

Zhao Yanxi and her friends were also taking pictures nearby. Her cheerful personality led her to strike up a conversation with the two girls.

The boy finally had a chance to rest. He put down his camera, glanced at Ding Heng, and leaned forward to offer him a cigarette: "Brother, wanna go together?"

Ding Heng waved his hand: "No, and smoking is not allowed in the scenic area, thank you!"

The boy smiled sheepishly and asked, "Brother, how much do you make per day?"

Ding Heng was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he was asking and responded jokingly.

"Probably about the same as you."

"You're going to accompany us the whole time? Driving, taking photos, and carrying luggage?"

"Hmm... stay with me!"

"Are there many tricks up your sleeve? Have they asked you to provide any special services?"

"Yes, I have."

Ding Heng raised his chin and pointed at Zhao Yanxi: "That one."

The boy looked over and his eyes widened in surprise.

Zhao Yanxi was standing at the edge of the observation deck, the wind blowing her long hair, her milky white cardigan fluttering slightly, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Dude, what kind of amazing customer do you have?"

Ding Heng remained silent.

The man sighed and began to complain about his two clients in a low voice.

"Look at my two, they're unrecognizable without makeup. They've had work done on their faces, their noses are so fake they could be used as weapons. And..."

His expression was indescribable: "Last night he insisted on playing some kind of role-playing game and even made me cooperate. It was really perverted."

Ding Heng's lips twitched.

Wenjing suddenly jogged over and gently took Ding Heng's hand.

"Ding Heng, there's a really good spot over there for taking pictures, would you like to come with me?"

"Row!"

Ding Heng readily agreed, took Wenjing's hand, and left, leaving the boy's eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Two beautiful women of this caliber who act as escorts! And they even stay overnight!

He'd do it even if it didn't cost him anything!

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Hua Qing in the distance, and he gasped again. Was she also in the same group?

Until he looked at Hua Yue... he finally found some comfort in his heart.

Chapter 89: The Status of a Girlfriend

At 5 p.m., the Land Rover drove back to the hotel.

Dinner was a complimentary hot pot provided by the hotel, but the portion was indeed small.

Each person has a small copper pot with charcoal underneath, where yak meat and mushrooms are simmering and bubbling, emitting a wonderful aroma.

After finishing her portion, Zhao Yanxi looked at Ding Heng with lingering satisfaction: "Brother Ding Heng, would you like some more?"

Ding Heng didn't mind and shared his meat with her.

Wenjing wasn't very full either, but unlike Zhao Yanxi, she wouldn't act recklessly in front of Ding Heng. Instead, she pushed her share to him, saying, "Ding Heng, you eat mine. I'm not very hungry."

Zhao Yanxi chewed on the meat and teased her, "Goodness, Xiao Jingjing, your tea skills are getting better and better!"

Wenjing pouted and didn't answer.

She didn't know anything about tea; she just felt that Ding Heng was so strong that he should eat more than the girls...

Ding Heng waved to the waiter and said, "Add a few more servings of beef and vegetables."

"Yes, sir, you need..."

"No need, no need, that's enough!"

Wenjing quickly interrupted, her face full of heartache.

She leaned close to Ding Heng's ear and whispered, "Don't order anymore, I just checked, it's really expensive here, even more expensive than Chu Jiang..."

Ding Heng looked at the little rabbit's heartbroken expression and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Is that enough?"

"Mmm!" Wenjing nodded emphatically: "Eating too much at night is bad, it's easy to gain weight."

Hua Yue rolled her eyes from the side: "What do you mean you're fat? You're not fat from eating."

Wenjing blushed and reached out to pinch her.

After dinner, the girls collapsed on the sofa in the villa's living room, too tired to move, and kept looking at the photos they had taken that afternoon.

The snow-capped mountains outside the window were bathed in gold by the setting sun, a sight that was breathtakingly beautiful.

"This one's beautiful!" Zhao Yanxi held up her phone and showed it to Ding Heng. "Look, look, the snow-capped mountains are behind me, doesn't it look amazing?"

Ding Heng nodded: "Not bad."

"This one looks good too!" Wenjing pointed to another photo: "It's just that my expression is a little stiff..."

"It's alright, it feels quite natural."

Hua Qing sat on the sofa in the corner, far away from Ding Heng.

Ever since she was frightened by that look in the car that morning, she has been avoiding him.

When eating, I sit the furthest away from him; when taking photos, I stand at the other end of the line; and now, even when lounging in the living room, I choose a diagonal spot.

We'll hide as long as we can.

At 11 p.m., everyone went back to their rooms.

Hua Qing lay on the bed in the guest room, staring blankly at the ceiling, while Hua Yue beside her snored softly.

Suddenly her phone vibrated. Hua Qing picked it up and was startled.

[Ding Heng]: Come to the bathroom in an hour, wearing clothes with less fabric.

Faced with Ding Heng's blunt request, her face instantly burned.

She bit her lower lip, her finger hovering over the screen for a long time before replying.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: I don't have those kinds of clothes.

[Ding Heng]: Yan hope has some in her box. Go and look for it. It should be wearable.

Hua Qing: "..."

【A Sunny Day Amidst a Sea of ​​Flowers】: What should we do if Yan hope asks about this?

[Ding Heng]: She won't ask.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Why?

[Ding Heng]: Guess where she is now? And guess why she asked you to come in an hour?

Hua Qing didn't reply. She got up, got out of bed, and tiptoed out of the bedroom to the walk-in closet where her luggage was kept.

Zhao Yanxi's suitcase was standing there, unlocked.

Hua Qing opened the box, which was stuffed full of all sorts of embarrassing clothes, black, red, white, floral, and stockings of various materials and colors.

She rummaged through the items with a stern face and finally picked out a white cheongsam.

It's called a cheongsam, but it's actually a sexy style. The fabric is so thin it's almost transparent, the length just covers the upper thigh, the neckline is just right, and the waist is extremely tight.

Finally, I picked out a pair of stockings, 0D white ultra-thin style.

After changing her clothes, Hua Qing couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror, and the familiar feeling of humiliation surged into her heart again.

But compared to the first time Ding Heng took her to the hotel, the humiliation she felt this time was not so intense; instead, there was a hint of... faint anticipation.

Forty minutes later, the phone vibrated again.

[Ding Heng]: You can come over now.

Hua Qing took a deep breath, left the dressing room, and went into the bathroom.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows that cover the entire wall, the silvery moonlight shines on the mountaintop, outlining its undulating contours.