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

Zhao Yanxi hugged Ding Heng tightly, pressed her face against his chest, and sweetly acted coquettishly.

"I just like it..."

Ding Heng rubbed her head and put his arm around her as they walked into the hotel.

After dinner, the two returned to the presidential suite upstairs and soaked together in the large bathtub.

Zhao Yanxi clung tightly to Ding Heng, while a layer of white foam floated on the water's surface, obscuring the underwater scenery.

Her long, light blue gradient hair was wrapped in a bath towel, and her black and red choker was still worn on her slender, fair neck. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the steam.

"Brother Ding Heng."

"Ok?"

"How long do you plan to stay with Xiaojing..."

Zhao Yanxi didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear.

Ding Heng leaned back with his eyes closed, gently caressing and playing with the girl's body with only his left hand.

"Let's wait for her to take the initiative."

"Wouldn't that be a long time from now?"

Based on Zhao Yanxi's understanding of her best friend, it's highly unlikely that she would bring up such a thing on her own initiative.

Ding Heng smiled calmly, then suddenly tightened his grip with his left hand: "No rush, isn't that what you're here for!?"

Zhao Yanxi squinted her eyes in pain and let out a soft moan.

"I'm a little overwhelmed... Think about last night, I begged you so much..."

"Then why do you insist on making me spend time with you every weekend?"

"Oh...why don't you want to try Xiao Jingjing's? It's so big and soft, it feels much better than mine."

Zhao Yanxi continued to try to drag her best friend into the mess.

So it's better to find someone who can share the firepower...

After showering, the two changed into bathrobes and snuggled up on the sofa in the suite's entertainment room to watch a movie.

Zhao Yanxi nestled in Ding Heng's arms, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone.

Ding Heng was watching intently, occasionally glancing at Zhao Yanxi's phone screen out of the corner of his eye.

These days, many of the big data recommendations for girls are related to luxury goods... New LV models, Gucci discounts, Chanel limited editions, Hermès purchase guides, etc.

Ding Heng reached out and pinched her cheek: "Want to buy a bag?"

Zhao Yanxi turned off her phone, looked up and chuckled, "Just... just taking a look."

Ding Heng chuckled: "Just say you want to buy something, let me guess... Is it your roommate's birthday today, did you receive any gifts?"

Zhao Yanxi scratched her head sheepishly and confessed honestly: "When the four of us went shopping together today, Li Aitong was carrying an LV bag, which was a gift from her boyfriend. It seems to cost more than 20,000 yuan."

Ding Heng continued to guess: "Did her boyfriend pursue you first, and after you blocked him, did he then pursue your roommate?"

Zhao Yanxi's eyes widened: "Brother Ding Heng! How can you guess everything!?"

"Jealous?"

Ding Heng guessed that the boy's behavior was probably an attempt to sow discord between Zhao Yanxi and Zhao Yanxi.

So, you see, this bag could have been yours. Do you regret it now?

"No way!"

Zhao Yanxi answered decisively, but Ding Heng knew perfectly well that the girl couldn't possibly be completely unmoved.

It's really too much to ask a girl like Zhao Yanxi to have absolutely no vanity...

Just like when a woman is looking for a man, if you demand that an honest man be romantic, and also demand that a romantic man be honest—isn't that just being pretentious?

Ding Heng was also well aware that Zhao Yanxi was not a gold digger.

Even if she hadn't met Ding Heng, given her personality, she would at most have secretly bought one by saving money to satisfy her craving, and occasionally take it out to show off.

Meeting her material needs is my responsibility as her man.

Ding Heng patted the girl's head: "If you want to buy one, I'll take you to pick one out next month?"

Zhao Yanxi's eyes widened: "Really!?"

To date, Zhao Yanxi is still not entirely sure about Ding Heng's financial situation.

Therefore, she rarely makes outrageous requests, for fear of putting Ding Heng in a difficult position.

Ding Heng simply pulled Zhao Yanxi onto his lap and looked at her with a serious expression.

"It's just a bag, why would I lie to you?"

Zhao Yanxi paused for two seconds, confirming that Ding Heng was not joking.

She let out a cheer and kissed him fiercely.

"Brother Ding Heng is the absolute best!"

Ding Heng was kissed so hard by the girl that his face was covered in saliva, and he smiled as he wiped it off.

"Bring Wenjing along too."

Why bring Xiaojingjing along?

Zhao Yanxi pouted slightly: "Buying such an expensive bag, she'll definitely nag me..."

She wouldn't mind if Ding Heng bought one for her and one for Wenjing, but given Wenjing's personality, she definitely wouldn't agree.

Ding Heng chuckled and said, "If she keeps talking about you, you'd better just bear with it."

Zhao Yanxi blinked: "Bear with it? Why?"

"Because she paid the bill."

"?????"

Zhao Yanxi was completely puzzled.

Chapter 105: Hua Qing Gives a Gift

After a leisurely weekend, Zhao Yanxi, who had gained a lot, was sent back to school by Ding Heng.

Downstairs in the girls' dormitory, Zhao Yanxi hugged Ding Heng's neck and cuddled for a while before reluctantly letting go.

"See you next week, Ding Heng!"

"Ah."

Remember to think of me!

"it is good."

"You must think about it every day!"

"Row."

Zhao Yanxi's smile was as bright and sweet as ever. She tiptoed and lightly kissed Ding Heng's lips, then skipped and hopped into the building.

Ding Heng watched Zhao Yanxi go upstairs, then turned around and drove back to his school dormitory.

The dormitory was quiet. Pushing open the door, I saw only Chen Mo sitting alone at the table reading a book.

Chen Mo turned around and asked, "Old Ding, you're back?"

Ding Heng nodded and sat down on his bed: "What about the other two?"

"One is in the student council, and the other is in the music club."

After military training, Liu Chiwang successfully infiltrated the student union, where he was busy attending meetings, planning activities, and running errands every day.

Qian Pu barely passed the music club's interview with his terrible, third-rate guitar skills.

Every time he comes back, he boasts about how he and a certain beautiful bassist are flirting, describing it in great detail.

As for Chen Mo—a pure bookworm.

I don't join clubs, I don't play games, I don't date, and I spend my days either in class or reading.

Ding Heng felt sorry for him and said, "Chen Mo, why don't you find something to do? You need to balance work and rest when you're studying."

Chen Mo smiled sheepishly: "Old Ding, I'm not just a bookworm, I have a girlfriend."

Ding Heng asked in surprise, "Hey, how come I've never heard you mention this before?"

Chen Mo put down his book and pushed up his glasses: "I'm just telling you, Liu Chiwang and the other guy know this, and they'll definitely make fun of me again."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely keep it a secret!"

Ding Heng patted his chest, adopting an attitude of being all ears.

Chen Mo recounted: "My girlfriend and I started dating in high school, but she was much better at school than me. She went to Shanghai to study medicine, and it was an eight-year combined bachelor's and master's program."

Ding Heng chimed in, "Holy crap, a top student!"

"That's why I want to work hard, take the postgraduate entrance exam and go to Shanghai, so that I can live with her then."

"Taking the postgraduate entrance exam? But you're only a freshman! Are you already prepared for a four-year long-distance relationship?"

"I know it's difficult, but I have to try."

Chen Mo let out a long sigh, his expression wistful.

Ding Heng continued to ask curiously, "Chen Mo, what's it like to be in a long-distance relationship?"

Chen Mo remained silent for a long time before beginning his explanation.

"It's like... you cut your heart in two, keeping one half in your own arms and leaving the other half with her. When it rains on her side, your half gets damp too. When it's sunny on her side, your half gets warm too."

But you can never experience both sides of the weather at the same time. When she's cold, all you can do is ask if she's wearing enough clothes. When she's sad, all you can say through the screen is, "Don't cry." When she wants to see you, all you can say is, "Wait a little longer."

Chen Mo tilted his head back at a forty-five-degree angle, his eyes bright yet melancholic...

"The hardest thing isn't the distance, it's that you have a girlfriend but live like you're single. You eat alone in the cafeteria, go to the library alone, and go back to your dorm alone. When your roommates talk about their relationships, you can only listen and can't join in. Because they can't understand the sweetness you talk about. They can't comprehend the torment you endure."

He gave a self-deprecating laugh at the end.