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

"I can't be bothered to discuss this with you. And Hua Yue too, I asked her to find me a vixen, but I haven't heard a word in so long."

Wenjing calmed down, lay down next to her, and thought for a while.

"Yan hope".

"Ok?"

"if……"

Wenjing carefully considered her words before speaking: "I mean, if we really find the vixen you're talking about, what are you going to do?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yanxi was stumped by Wen Jing's question.

What?

She really hadn't thought about it.

They can't really go and pull each other's hair and start a fight, can they?

That would be so embarrassing.

Moreover... Ding Heng will definitely be angry.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

"Never mind that, let's find it first!"

……

A hotel in Wuling.

It was late at night, and only a dim bedside lamp was lit in the room.

Hua Qing lay on her side on the bed, her back to Ding Heng, her body stiff.

The mattress behind her sank in, and an arm reached out and gently wrapped around her waist.

Just like that night in Chengdu.

I just held him.

did nothing.

Hua Qing opened her eyes and gazed at the night view outside the window.

My heart was racing, but I felt inexplicably at ease.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

She had clearly made up her mind to stop being "ambiguous" with Ding Heng, to hate him, to despise him, and to avoid him.

But the moment he appeared... all our efforts were immediately rendered useless.

Finally, Hua Qing closed her eyes, quietly enjoying the man's embrace, and stopped thinking.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains. Hua Qing opened her eyes and realized that she had turned over at some point and was now facing Ding Heng's chest.

He was still asleep, breathing evenly.

Hua Qing stared at the man's profile for a few seconds, then gently moved his hand away and prepared to get up.

Just as she sat up, a hand reached out and pulled her back onto the bed.

"Well……"

Ding Heng closed his eyes and pulled her into his arms.

"Lie down a little longer."

Hua Qing struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free.

"I have class at nine o'clock..."

"It's still early."

"..."

Hua Qing gave up struggling again and obediently snuggled into Ding Heng's arms.

Half an hour later, Ding Heng finally let go.

Hua Qing sat up, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, and couldn't help but glare at him and hurl a curse.

"Scumbag!"

Ding Heng yawned lazily, completely unconcerned.

Hua Qing got out of bed and began packing her things.

"My class doesn't end until the afternoon."

As she stuffed her dance clothes into her bag, she muttered, "The car is yours. If you're bored, you can wander around."

Ding Heng sat up and shook his head: "You can take the car, otherwise it will be inconvenient for you. I have a way to relieve your boredom."

Hua Qing didn't ask any more questions and nodded.

"I'm leaving."

"Bye-Bye."

"Bye-Bye."

The door closed, the footsteps faded away, and the room became quiet.

Ding Heng leaned against the headboard, and suddenly a scroll appeared in his hand.

Teleportation Scroll

[Consumable: Single-use item; teleportation points must be set up in advance]

[Current Price: 60 Divine Merit Points]

After the items were discounted by 60%, he suddenly had a lot more merit points. He wondered if the discount would continue in the future.

The teleportation point had already been set up, located on the 27th floor of the Chujiang Hotel, in the corner of the presidential suite's living room.

A faint light flashed, and the room was instantly empty.

Chujiang Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Ding Heng walked through the living room and gently pushed open the door to the master bedroom. Zhao Yanxi was still fast asleep on the bed.

She lay on her side, her long, light blue-tinted hair spread out on the pillow like a soft cloud.

She was wearing a silk slip dress with thin straps hanging on her rounded shoulders. The neckline was quite low, but because of her lying position, it was slightly open, revealing an alluring curve.

The nightgown was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs. One leg was straight, and the other was slightly curled up. Her fair skin glowed softly in the morning light.

She was sleeping soundly, her eyelashes drooping gently, her breathing even, and a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Ding Heng walked over and stood by the bed, quietly admiring the girl's sleeping face.

Then—he pounced on him.

"Well!!!"

Zhao Yanxi woke up instantly, her eyes wide open, and she instinctively wanted to scream.

Ding Heng quickly covered her mouth.

"Shhh."

He put his index finger to his lips as a shushing gesture.

When Zhao Yanxi saw that it was Ding Heng, her terrified expression instantly turned into shock, and then into delight.

Ding Heng released his hand.

"Brother Ding Heng!!!" Zhao Yanxi exclaimed in a low voice, "Weren't you in Wuling? How did you get here?!"

Ding Heng looked at her with a smile: "What, don't you want to see me?"

"How could this be!"

Zhao Yanxi wrapped her arms around his neck, clung to him, and nuzzled him affectionately: "I missed you so much!"

Ding Heng put his arm around her waist, letting her snuggle against him for a while, and then gently patted her thigh.

"Don't try to fool me with sweet talk! I haven't settled the score with that naughty cat for not replying to my messages yesterday."

Zhao Yanxi froze, looked up, and blinked her big, bright eyes.

"Brother Ding Heng~"

She continued in a drawn-out, coquettish tone, "Don't take it personally with me~"

Ding Heng smiled without saying a word, and took out something from behind him: the pointer he used to punish Hua Qing yesterday.

Zhao Yanxi took a closer look and gasped.

A sense of fear rose in my heart, but there was also a tiny bit of anticipation.

"Brother Ding Heng~ Please don't do this~"

She tried to plead again: "It wouldn't be good to wake Xiaojing. We stayed up late watching horror movies last night and didn't go to bed until very late..."

Ding Heng grinned mischievously: "Whether you wake Wenjing up or not depends on you."

"Well……"

Knowing she couldn't escape, Zhao Yanxi puffed out her cheeks, turned her head sullenly, lay down on the bed, bent her knees, and assumed a familiar posture.

Finally, he bit down hard on the corner of the pillow, his expression one of resignation to his fate!

Chapter 97: I Don't Want a Long-Distance Relationship

Around noon, the side bedroom door of the presidential suite was pushed open, and Wenjing walked out yawning, her hair disheveled and her eyes not fully open.

"Well……"

She rubbed her eyes and walked into the living room, where she suddenly noticed Ding Heng sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone.

Wenjing immediately lost all sleepiness and rushed over happily.