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

Lin Man opened her mouth, about to refuse, but her thoughts suddenly stopped.

Then, Ding Heng gently embraced her, and they walked into the elevator together.

The elevator doors closed.

Outside the hotel, Hua Qing, who should have gotten into a taxi, had somehow returned and was now standing behind a pillar, staring at the slowly closing elevator door.

How did Ding Heng and Lin Man get together?

Hua Qing couldn't understand it.

But that strange feeling in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

Inside the elevator, a system notification popped into Ding Heng's mind.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 72%]

Wow, it really works!

The elevator stopped on the 27th floor.

The door opened, and Ding Heng walked out.

Lin Man was still standing in the elevator, motionless.

Ding Heng turned around and waved to her.

"Anyway, I still have to thank you for today. I may need your help again in the future."

Lin Man's eyes were lifeless, and she did not answer.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the numbers jumped down one floor at a time.

Upon arriving on the first floor, the door opened.

Lin Man stepped out of the elevator and returned to her original position. Her thoughts returned to normal, and she looked around blankly.

Where is Ding Heng?

Weren't you just here a moment ago?

What did he say last? He invited me to come up for a visit?

It's like a toad trying to eat swan meat!

……

Another weekend has arrived.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, at the Dance Academy of Hunan Normal University.

The rehearsal wasn't over yet; there was still an hour before get out of class ended.

Lin Man came out of the dressing room, now dressed in her everyday clothes.

A short black cashmere sweater, a dark gray short skirt, and a light long trench coat.

She wore black stockings over her shapely, long thighs. The stockings had a smooth, glossy sheen and some letter patterns on her calves. She then paired them with black Martin boots.

As she walked out carrying her bag, a teammate couldn't help but tease her, "Wow! Lin Man, Balenciaga black stockings? You've really gone all out, are you planning to let some guy tear them up for fun?"

Aside from Hua Qing, the women in the dance troupe are all incredibly savvy when it comes to telling dirty jokes!

Lin Man turned around, smiling seductively: "You have such good taste. I have a new pair in my bag, do you want to take them back and have your man tear them?"

"Get lost! You can keep it yourself!"

The crowd burst into laughter until a clear, cold voice rang out.

"Lin Man".

"team leader?"

Lin Man stopped and turned around.

Hua Qing stood in the center of the rehearsal hall, expressionless.

"If you want to leave, then leave. Don't bother others."

Lin Man blinked and smiled innocently.

"Okay, Captain. Bye-bye, Captain."

She waved and walked out of the rehearsal hall, her smile slowly widening.

These past few days, she could clearly sense that Hua Qing's attitude towards her was more disgusted than before, probably still harboring resentment about her dancing with Ding Heng.

The more Hua Qing targets him, the more she cares.

A sense of exhilaration welled up in Lin Man's heart, and she couldn't help but start to wonder—would it be possible to keep Hua Qing bothered as long as she seduced Ding Heng?

Maybe I can give her a good thrashing before she goes to the Beijing Dance Academy and vent my anger.

But then I thought about it again and hesitated.

That man, Ding Heng, doesn't look like a good guy.

I hope I won't get myself into trouble.

She walked down the stairs, lost in thought.

Stepping out of the building, I saw a familiar Changan parked by the roadside in the distance.

The car window was half open, and Ding Heng was sitting in the driver's seat, looking down at his phone.

Here to pick up Hua Qing again...

Lin Man paused in her steps.

She remembered that Ding Heng had sent her a message out of the blue this morning.

[Ding Heng]: I will come to pick up Hua Qing around 4 PM.

Just this one sentence.

She didn't reply at the time.

But now...

Lin Man glanced down and saw that her legs were covered in highly recognizable Balenciaga black stockings with the lettering.

Although she sometimes dresses in a sexy style, she usually doesn't wear such flamboyant clothes. These black stockings were a free gift from the sales assistant.

But after receiving Ding Heng's message in the morning, she inexplicably put it on.

Lin Man hesitated for a few seconds, took a deep breath, walked over, and plopped down in the passenger seat of the Chang'an.

Ding Heng turned his head and asked jokingly, "Did you get on the wrong bus?"

Lin Man leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs: "You sent me a message this morning, wasn't it just to wait for me to get on the bus?"

"Figured out?"

"Are you really willing to help me disgust Hua Qing?"

"What do you mean disgusting... I'm Hua Qing's boyfriend, I wouldn't go out of my way to disgust her. But if you want to do something, I won't stop you."

"what would you like?"

Ding Heng's gaze slowly moved down from Lin Man's face, finally landing on her thighs covered in black stockings.

"That depends on what you can offer."

He reached out and gently touched Lin Man's black-stockinged thigh, beginning to caress it lightly.

Lin Man's body stiffened slightly, but she did not dodge.

Ding Heng cannot hypnotize a person for long, but he can amplify a certain obsession.

Lin Man wouldn't normally go to such lengths to retaliate against Hua Qing.

However, she had a persistent obsession, and after Ding Heng amplified it that night, that obsession had now swelled to the point that she would allow Ding Heng to do something outrageous.

Ding Heng also wanted to use her to see if he could help Hua Qing's romantic progress advance another wave.

Lin Man felt the man's rough hands, but did not resist. Instead, she asked coquettishly, "Whose legs feel better, mine or Hua Qing's?"

"Each has its own merits."

Ding Heng's hands didn't stop moving.

"Hua Qing's is too thin, and all she has are hard muscles. She's good for looking at, but not for touching. Yours is fleshy, and it feels much better to touch."

He gave a serious evaluation, adding a final sentence.

"I reckon it'll be easy to use."

"Ugh~"

Lin Man gently shoved Ding Heng.

Her obsession with revenge against Hua Qing prompted her to move her legs closer to Ding Heng, making it easier for him to knead her.

The next second, Ding Heng suddenly exerted force on his hand.

"His-"

A tear appeared in the black stockings.

Lin Man complained in a coquettish voice, "It's over a thousand yuan! What are you doing!"

Ding Heng chuckled: "Isn't this thing just for tearing?"

Lin Man snorted softly, took off her Martin boots, lifted her leg, and slowly pulled off the torn black stockings.

The movements were slow and alluring.

Finally, she crumpled the stockings she had taken off into a ball and casually tossed them under the passenger seat: "Do you think Hua Qing will notice later?"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "Do you want her to find out?"

Lin Man curled her lips into a smile, then took off another pair of black stockings and threw them under the seat, before glancing at the time.

"My senior should be coming down soon, I'm going now."

She opened the car door, just about to get out.

"Snapped."