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

The bathtub faces the window, and the large, heated tub reflects the moonlight outside.

On the floor next to the bathtub, a wet sheer nightgown and two torn black stockings lay scattered.

Clearly, there was a fierce battle just now...

Hua Qing looked away, not daring to look any longer.

Ding Heng leaned against the edge of the bathtub, holding a bottle of highland barley wine in his left hand, gazing at the snow-capped mountains outside the window.

He occasionally took a sip of wine, his expression slightly tipsy and languid, as if he had entered a state of mental relaxation.

Hearing the noise, Ding Heng turned his head and looked Hua Qing up and down.

"good."

He shook the bottle: "Go back and buy yourself one."

"Scumbag..."

Hua Qing stopped in front of him, muttering to herself.

Ding Heng didn't care at all, and instead asked, "Did you deliberately play Long He's songs on the way here today?"

Hua Qing's heart tightened, and she forced herself to apologize: "I'm sorry."

"Why apologize? I didn't blame you."

"Then why did you call me here?"

"Dance for me."

Ding Heng exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol, his tone languid.

"I don't know why, but after drinking too much, I suddenly wanted to see you dance."

He took a tube of ointment out of his bathrobe pocket and casually tossed it at Hua Qing's feet.

Hua Qing bent down and picked it up; the packaging was familiar, and the ointment was familiar.

What he cherished as a lifeline seemed insignificant to Ding Heng.

She gave a soft "oh," unscrewed the cap, squeezed out the cream, bent down, and applied it to her left ankle.

The transparent paste melted, and familiar sensations welled up.

She straightened up, took out her phone, turned down the volume, and played a song.

It's neither elegant classical music nor a complex piano piece.

It's a very popular ancient-style song on Douyin (TikTok), with a simple melody, a brisk rhythm, and instrumentation elements of the flute and guzheng.

Hua Qing placed her phone on the sink and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Moonlight streamed in through the window and fell upon her.

The white cheongsam shimmered softly in the moonlight, the sheer fabric outlining her slender waist and long legs. Her legs, encased in white stockings, stood straight, glistening with a lustrous sheen in the moonlight.

The music is ringing.

Hua Qing twisted her waist and moved her feet lightly.

Her white cheongsam swayed gently with her movements, the hem rising and falling.

Rotate, bend over, stretch.

Her movements were precise and fluid, yet exuded a lazy and casual beauty, like a spirit from a snow-capped mountain.

Ding Heng leaned against the edge of the bathtub, quietly enjoying the view.

Moonlight, snow-capped mountains, and a classical beauty in a white cheongsam.

The scene is unbelievably beautiful.

Ding Heng took a sip of wine, and a feeling of inexplicable comfort welled up inside him.

This feels fucking awesome!

The song ended.

Hua Qing stood by the window, breathing slightly heavily, her chest rising and falling, the moonlight casting a silvery sheen on her cool features.

Ding Heng raised his hand, gesturing for her to come over.

As soon as Hua Qing got close, Ding Heng suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her sharply.

"what--!"

Hua Qing gasped and fell into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.

She struggled to stand up, but was encircled from behind by a pair of arms, the embrace warm and strong.

"Don't move."

Ding Heng breathed the smell of alcohol into her ear: "Let me hold you for a while."

Hua Qing froze in his arms, too afraid to move.

The cheongsam, soaked in hot water, was almost transparent, outlining the contours of every inch of her skin.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest as she waited for Ding Heng's next move.

But as time passed, nothing happened.

Ding Heng held her like that, resting his chin on her shoulder, quietly gazing at the snow-capped mountains outside the window.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything."

Ding Heng, who had just vented his desires on Zhao Yanxi, could still do it again, but for the time being, he didn't have that much desire.

In addition, he had a hunch that if he took advantage of Hua Qing now, although she wouldn't resist, the progress of their romantic entanglement might never increase again.

Hua Qing nestled obediently in Ding Heng's arms, remaining motionless.

The soaked clothes clung to my body, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

"uncomfortable?"

Ding Heng chuckled softly in her ear: "If you're uncomfortable, I'll help you take them off."

"abnormal."

Hua Qing continued to be sharp-tongued, but offered no resistance whatsoever...

Soon after, the white silk stockings and cheongsam floated to the surface of the water.

The moonlight outside the window is like water, and the snow-capped mountains are like a painting.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 45%]

Ding Heng suddenly asked, "Do you really want to come with me to see my dad?"

Hua Qing's body stiffened slightly.

Ding Heng continued, "I don't want to force you into this. If something goes wrong, it won't look good for anyone, so it's not too late to back out now."

Hua Qing did not respond, or rather, she dared not respond.

So she reached for the barley wine by the bathtub and took a big gulp.

"Cough cough cough..."

The moment the liquor entered her throat, Hua Qing choked and coughed for a while before she could stop.

Alcohol emboldens the timid, and finally, as the effects of the alcohol began to take hold, Hua Qing let out a long breath.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

"Ding Heng, do you know that my family education has always been quite traditional, which makes me always feel that I should save my first time for my marriage partner. Doesn't that sound funny?"

After all, I'm currently naked in the bathtub with a man, and the only thing I'm thankful for is...

Hua Qing paused for a moment, then took another sip of wine.

"At least the man gave me the title of 'girlfriend,' which allows me to deceive myself."

Finally, she looked up at the moon, her tone revealing humility.

"So, let me fool myself one more time, okay?"

Chapter 90: Little Loli Eats Bunny

For the next few days, the group continued their tour along the original route.

Ding Heng continued to perfectly fulfill his responsibilities as a photographer, taking no fewer than several hundred photos of the three girls.

On the surface, everything seemed normal.

But some things are already changing quietly.

[Progress of the romantic connection: 46%...47%...48%...]

Ding Heng could understand what Hua Qing said that night; the "girlfriend" identity at least allowed her to deceive herself.

If she loses even this identity, what is the point of her being by Ding Heng's side?

A mistress? A lover? Or... a plaything that can be discarded at any time?

For the proud Hua Qing, this was undoubtedly more painful than being killed.

On the second-to-last day of the holiday, everyone returned to Chengdu.

Instead of staying in a guesthouse this time, Lao Zhang arranged for everyone to stay at a hotel in the city center.

"Finally, I can get some rest!"

Zhao Yanxi collapsed onto the sofa as soon as she entered the room: "My legs are about to break from all the hiking I've done these past few days!"

Wenjing began packing her luggage, folding her clothes one by one.

Suddenly the door opened, and Ding Heng walked into the room and helped Wenjing pack her luggage: "You two take a plane back to Xingcheng tomorrow. I have some things to do."

Zhao Yanxi also came over to help, and asked, "What's up?"

Ding Heng bluntly stated, "My dad has a new girlfriend. The hotel we've been staying at these past few days was arranged by that aunt. Tomorrow, she and my dad are going back to Chengdu, and she wants to arrange for both families to meet."

Wenjing nodded obediently: "Yes, we will take good care of ourselves."