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

Chapter 103: The Cat's Collar

Saturday morning.

Hua Qing suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily, her face flushed.

The sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten, and the morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft shadows on the floor.

It's the same dream again.

Lately, Hua Qing has been having the same nightmare repeatedly.

In my dream, it was a dimly lit space, with ambiguous light and shadow, and a misty atmosphere.

She stood in the corner, like a transparent bystander, watching everything that was happening not far away.

A strong tiger, with glossy fur and bulging muscles, pinned a cute cat beneath it.

The kitten was small and soft, struggling helplessly against the tiger's aggression.

The tiger's claws held the cat down tightly, its heavy breathing causing the cat to whimper with each bite.

The cat's whimpering was strange; it sounded like it was in pain, but also like...

Every time Hua Qing sees this scene, her heart races, her cheeks flush, and she tries to look away, but she can't.

Unbeknownst to her, the cat pinned under the tiger in the scene suddenly transformed into Hua Qing herself.

The tiger brought a heavy sense of oppression, its wild, heavy breathing falling on her ears... and then she woke up.

Hua Qing covered her face and sat for a while until her heartbeat calmed down before lifting the covers and getting out of bed.

She went into the bathroom and took another shower.

Warm water washed over my body, cleansing away the traces of my dream...

After taking a shower, she went to the kitchen in her pajamas, boiled an egg, heated a bottle of milk, and sat down at the table to eat while scrolling through her phone.

She received a message from a friend inviting her to go out with friends over the weekend.

She received greetings from her parents, asking if she was tired from moving and if she had eaten well.

Other suitors sent her messages of concern, asking what she had been busy with lately and if she had time to meet up.

She scanned the lines one by one, expressionless.

Then she went back to the top of the message list and opened the pinned chat window.

The last message was "Goodnight" sent by Ding Heng last night.

Hua Qing bit into the egg and stared at it for a long time.

She had only known Ding Heng for less than two months.

But now, Ding Heng's every move can evoke all sorts of emotions in her.

Frustration, fear, joy, anticipation, shame, anger... yet a strange sense of peace.

Hua Qing sighed deeply. Like Hua Yue's two best friends, had she finally fallen for him?

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: What are you doing?

A few seconds later.

[Ding Heng]: Senior, is there something you need?

Hua Qing bit her lower lip and continued typing.

【Sunny Day in a Sea of ​​Flowers】: Another batch of furniture is arriving today. I don't know how to assemble it. Can you help me?

[Ding Heng]: Can I come over around 10 o'clock?

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Okay.

Normally, their conversation should end here.

But today, for some reason, Hua Qing felt like she was being scratched by a cat.

She continued typing.

【Flower Sea Sunny Day】: Aren't you going to spend time with Yan hope today?

A moment later, an image popped up.

The flowers bloom in the sunshine.

In the video, Zhao Yanxi is leaning against Ding Heng's chest, still fast asleep.

Her long, light blue gradient hair was spread out on the pillow, her face showed a satisfied laziness, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, as if she was having a sweet dream.

The blanket covered her collarbone, revealing her fair, smooth shoulders and slender neck.

Around her neck, she wore a black and red choker that clung tightly to her skin.

The choker has a metal buckle in the center, from which hangs a long leather cord, the other end of which appears to be held in the hand of the person taking the photo.

The whole scene looks just like an adorable kitten, nestled peacefully in its owner's arms, fast asleep.

[Ding Heng]: Yan hope is celebrating her roommate's birthday, so I can come and keep her company later.

"Scumbag."

Hua Qing muttered something under her breath, put down her phone, picked up the milk, and quietly concealed the upturned corners of her mouth.

……

At the same time, at the Chujiang Hotel, in the presidential suite.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the messy bed.

Zhao Yanxi slowly woke up, and groggily snuggled into Ding Heng's arms, burying her face in his chest like a sleepy kitten.

Ding Heng reached out and gently patted the girl's delicate face.

"Little lazy cat, it's time to get up."

Zhao Yanxi mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Um...I don't want to go..."

"Don't do that, you've already promised them."

Zhao Yanxi opened one eye, looked at Ding Heng for two seconds, and then sighed mournfully.

"All right……"

She sat up, her long hair disheveled, stretched, got out of bed, and walked barefoot into the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yanxi returned to the bedroom, having changed her clothes.

A loose-fitting, off-white knit sweater, soft in texture, with a neckline that opens just right, revealing a fair neck and a black and red choker.

She wore a light blue long skirt that reached above her knees, showcasing her straight and slender legs, paired with pink sneakers.

Her long, light blue gradient hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look like a cute, lazy, and sweet college girl.

She twirled in front of Ding Heng, her skirt fluttering gently.

"Brother Ding Heng, how do I look in this outfit?"

Ding Heng looked him up and down and nodded.

"nice."

Then his gaze fell on Zhao Yanxi's neck: "Why are you still wearing this?"

Zhao Yanxi lowered her head and touched the choker around her neck, a smile appearing on her lips.

"Just wear it, consider it an accessory."

She tiptoed and whispered in Ding Heng's ear, her voice soft and suggestive.

"And this way, everyone will know that the kitten has an owner!"

…………

After seeing Zhao Yanxi off, Ding Heng drove to Hua Qing's house, knocked on the door, and called out, "Senior, I'm here."

A voice came from inside the room: "Don't you know the password? Just come in."

Ding Heng entered the password, pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

There was no one in the living room, but you could faintly hear music coming from the dance studio.

He followed the sound and pushed open the slightly ajar door.

Hua Qing is holding a prop sword and practicing a certain move.

Her long hair was tied up in a bun, revealing her slender, fair neck.

She was wearing a pink and white dance dress, a very simple style.

The dress features spaghetti straps, a cinched waist, and a knee-length hem, all made of lightweight material.

Her lower body was covered by white tights, a common choice for dance students, which tightly hugged her legs, extending from her toes all the way to her waist.

Ding Heng leaned against the door frame, quietly admiring Hua Qing's practice.

Ten minutes later, Hua Qing turned off the music, wiped her sweat with a towel, and turned to Ding Heng, slightly out of breath: "You're here?"

Ding Heng walked in and stood next to Hua Qing: "Senior, you're working so hard?"

"There's a competition coming up soon."

Hua Qing paused, then added, "There really is a competition this time, in December."

Ding Heng smiled and turned to look at the prop sword in Hua Qing's hand. The sword was made of wood, but its design was simple and rustic, and it had a certain charm.

"Is Senior Sister going to perform 'Asking the Sword and the Heavens' again this time?"

"I want to choreograph a new dance myself this time, but I don't have any ideas yet."

She tossed the prop sword to Ding Heng and walked out of the dance studio.

"I'm going to take a shower, wait for me."

"Ok."