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

"Then the senior student still kept it?"

Hua Qing didn't say anything, took the crystal ball from his hand, and put it back on the TV cabinet.

Ding Heng smiled. Just as he had guessed, the girl in front of him was rigid, stubborn, and nostalgic...

By the time everything was sorted out, it was almost 8 p.m.

Hua Qing slumped back onto the sofa, this time truly exhausted.

"worn out……"

Ding Heng, however, remained unfazed.

Aren't you tired?

"Fortunately."

"You have really good stamina. How do you usually train?"

Hua Qing muttered something, inexplicably recalling that night when she stood at the door for two whole hours, and Ding Heng seemed completely at ease.

If Zhao Yanxi were replaced by her...

Hua Qing quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the inappropriate thoughts.

Suddenly, Ding Heng reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair from Hua Qing's forehead behind her ear.

Hua Qing turned her head and the two suddenly locked eyes.

The air suddenly became very quiet.

Hua Qing's heart skipped a beat.

She wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Ding Heng suddenly made a move, leaning down and pressing down on her.

Hua Qing sank into the sofa, and before she could react, Ding Heng pressed her down firmly.

Ding Heng held Hua Qing's ankle with one hand and pushed it upwards little by little.

Hua Qing's body was so soft that Ding Heng folded her into an extremely awkward and shameful position, her knees almost touching her shoulders, her whole body curled up in a ball.

"What are you doing?!"

Hua Qing glared at him with shame and indignation, her face flushed red.

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but lowered his head and began to take off her shoes and socks.

First the right foot.

She took off her canvas shoes, revealing her feet covered in white socks.

He pinched the top of the sock and slowly pulled it down, revealing his fair ankles, the insteps, and then his toes one by one.

Ding Heng examined it carefully; it was different from what he had seen in Chengdu last time.

My toes are still slender and long, but the thick calluses from before have faded a lot. Although there are still some marks at the joints, they are not so obvious anymore.

The skin on the soles of the feet is no longer rough, but has become soft and delicate.

The cracks on my heels disappeared, replaced by a smooth feel.

Ding Heng pressed his thumb against the sole of his foot and gently rubbed it.

Soft.

Slippery.

It was still slightly warm.

"It seems that the senior has been obedient."

Hua Qing turned her face away, not daring to look at Ding Heng.

"There's nothing I can do... it's all your fault."

Ding Heng smiled.

His hands began to move.

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

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

Pinch your big toe and gently knead it. Then do the second one, the third one—don't miss any of them.

Hua Qing's toes curled up unconsciously, but he pried them open one by one.

"Don't……"

Her voice was weak and trembling slightly.

Ding Heng ignored her and continued.

His hands were large enough to enclose her entire foot in his palms.

Sometimes he would gently knead, sometimes he would rub with his fingertips, sometimes he would run his fingers across the soles of her feet, and sometimes he would play with her toes.

No place was overlooked.

Every single shot was perfectly timed.

Hua Qing bit her lower lip, her face growing increasingly red.

She tried to pull her foot back, but the hand was gripping it tightly, and she couldn't pull it out at all.

"abnormal……"

She muttered another curse under her breath, her voice incredibly soft.

Ding Heng looked down at her again.

Her usually cool face was now flushed, her eyes were a little wet, and her lips were bitten until they turned white.

He continued, and his actions became increasingly excessive.

Press your thumb on the most sensitive spot on the sole of your foot and massage it in a circular motion.

Then run your fingertips along the arch of your foot and gently press on the softest part of the sole.

Finally, I pinched her toes, pried them up one by one, and then put them back down one by one.

Hua Qing's body began to tremble.

That tingling sensation started from the soles of my feet and spread all the way up to my calves, thighs, waist, and my whole body.

She gripped the sofa tightly, her nails digging into the fabric.

"Stop, stop..."

Hua Qing's voice trembled with tears, but Ding Heng pretended not to hear.

"What did you say, senior?"

"I said stop, stop playing..."

Hua Qing's eyes were red, and her expression was one of grievance and humiliation.

Ding Heng finally let go and put Hua Qing's foot down.

Hua Qing collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily.

Before she could even catch her breath, a package was thrown at her, landing on her.

Black stockings, the pantyhose kind.

"Put it on."

Ding Heng's tone left no room for refusal

Hua Qing looked down at the bag of black stockings, her heart pounding: "What... do you want?"

"I went to such lengths to have my senior take care of my feet, so of course it has to be effective!"

Ding Heng stood up and gently pulled down his waistband.

Hua Qing's face burned as she watched the man's actions, as if she knew what was about to happen.

"Scumbag..."

She cursed again and again, then took off her casual pants, picked up the pack of black stockings, slowly opened it, and slowly inserted her foot inside.

The silky material glided upwards against the skin, over the thighs and buttocks, gradually pulling down to the waist...

Chapter 102: Hua Qing's Future

It was almost 10 p.m.

In the living room, brand-new black stockings were crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trash can.

Hua Qing stepped into the bathroom of her new home, turned on the shower, and washed away the fatigue of the day.

But she couldn't calm her heart.

Although the two had already been completely honest with each other, this was the first time Ding Heng had asked her to do something like this.

Hua Qing looked down at her feet.

These feet, which she had carefully nurtured and maintained, earning her countless applause and honors, have now become tools for men's amusement.

She closed her eyes and let the hot water flow over her cheeks.

There was a feeling I couldn't quite describe in my heart.

It's not anger.

It's not shameful.

But...

Hua Qing dared not think any further.

Outside the bathroom, Ding Heng leaned back on the sofa, staring at the system interface in his mind.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 61%]

It finally moved again!