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

She took the room key, got up, walked to the door, and glanced back at Zhao Yanxi, a hint of worry in her eyes…

The door closed gently.

Ding Heng reached out and patted Zhao Yanxi's cheek: "Don't be jealous, take out the gift and let's take a look."

"I'm not jealous at all..."

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft snort, stood up and stood in front of Ding Heng, slowly unzipping her down jacket.

Her down jacket slipped off, revealing a burgundy velvet maxi dress.

Then there are the shoulder straps, one, two.

The skirt gradually slipped down, its velvety texture clinging to her skin, gliding over her slender waist and rounded hips, finally settling at her feet.

The warm yellow light inside the room illuminated the soft curves of the girl's body.

On Zhao Yanxi's left chest, directly below her heart, is a character "衡" (heng) written in cursive script.

Ding Heng's smile vanished instantly. He gently touched the girl's skin with his fingertips, finding it warm.

He asked in a cold voice, "When were you tattooed?"

Zhao Yanxi answered softly, "Three days ago."

Who did you get the tattoo from?

Zhao Yanxi did not speak.

Ding Heng frowned, suddenly realizing something was wrong. He lightly wiped the character "Heng" with his fingertip, and a vertical stroke was erased.

The man was both amused and exasperated: "Panel?"

"I'm afraid of pain..."

Zhao Yanxi looked aggrieved: "And it will affect my civil service exam."

Just as Ding Heng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Zhao Yanxi speak again.

"But if you want me to get a tattoo..."

The girl didn't finish speaking, but her meaning was already very clear.

Ding Heng didn't say anything more. He used his thumb to gently wipe away the remaining traces completely.

The girl's fair skin was rubbed until it turned red, and she whimpered softly in pain, but did not flinch at all.

Ding Heng let out a long breath...

Even now, Zhao Yanxi still harbors a certain tendency toward self-destruction, actively playing the role of a "pet".

Today's actions are undoubtedly telling him that he can leave any mark on her body at will, as long as he wants!

That being the case...

"Zhao Yanxi!"

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and suddenly let out a shout.

Zhao Yanxi shuddered, stood obediently, and waited for what was to come.

"Kneel down."

A man's tone leaves no room for refusal!

Chapter 135: The Little Demon Girl Who Came to Star City (Part 2) (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions!)

The plane landed in Changsha the following day.

Zhao Yanxi stretched out a big yawn, her long pinkish-blue hair getting a little messy from rubbing against the back of the chair.

"I'm finally back!"

After getting off the plane, she grabbed Ding Heng's arm and snuggled up to him sweetly, asking, "Brother Ding Heng, where are we going later?"

Ding Heng glanced at the time: "Let's go back to the hotel first, and then decide."

Wenjing followed beside them, watching their interaction, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Wasn't Yan hope punished last night? Why is she acting like nothing happened today?

Wen Jing had some idea about the interactions between Ding Heng and Zhao Yanxi, since the three of them often stayed together in the presidential suite of a hotel.

No matter how good the soundproofing is, some noises can't be completely blocked out.

Sometimes when I get up in the middle of the night to get a bottle of water, I can hear muffled sounds coming from the master bedroom, like crying or something else...

Wenjing blushed and quickly dismissed the thought.

Sometimes she wondered if Ding Heng would treat her the same way.

But with the first semester coming to an end, Ding Heng didn't seem to have any further plans.

He ate and took walks with her every day, occasionally rubbing her face and pinching her hands, just like a normal college couple.

But their relationship is clearly not that normal...

Wenjing secretly glanced at Ding Heng's profile before lowering her head again.

What puzzled her even more was that, compared to Zhao Yanxi, Ding Heng was far more tolerant of her mistakes.

For example, this trip to Shanghai.

It was clearly a mistake made by both of them, but in the end, only Zhao Yanxi was left behind to be "educated" separately.

She received almost no punishment whatsoever.

Wenjing's intuition told her that this was not a good thing.

It's more like accumulating a prize pool.

Finally, give her a big one!

The three returned to the Chujiang Hotel and took the elevator to the 27th floor.

Ding Heng went to the dressing room to change his clothes, and Zhao Yanxi pulled Wen Jing to slump onto the sofa.

"Xiao Jingjing..."

Zhao Yanxi leaned closer, looking both resentful and aggrieved: "I had a terrible night last night."

Wenjing blinked: "What did Ding Heng do to you...?"

"I can't tell you that, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight after hearing it!"

Zhao Yanxi said meaningfully, "But don't worry, you'll experience it someday... So I still advise you to take the initiative sooner rather than later, otherwise the longer you drag it out, the more you'll suffer."

Wenjing pouted.

Zhao Yanxi is outgoing, bold, and outspoken.

She has always been an invisible person, hiding in the background of the crowd.

Last time, I was encouraged by Zhao Yanxi and finally made up my mind, but I failed to succeed in one go. Now I am exhausted after another.

Ding Heng came out after changing his clothes: "Going to class this afternoon? Or going out for a walk again?"

Just as Wenjing was about to say that she should go back to class, Zhao Yanxi raised her hand first.

"Shopping! Shopping! Shopping!"

She jumped up from the sofa: "I want to buy new clothes! New shoes! New bags!"

Although she didn't want to interfere with Ding Heng's spending, Wen Jing's heart still started to bleed when she heard Zhao Yanxi's words, that spendthrift woman.

She whispered a reminder: "Yan hope...didn't you promise last time that you wouldn't ask Ding Heng for anything before the New Year?"

Zhao Yanxi looked completely innocent: "Didn't we just celebrate the New Year the day before yesterday?"

"you you you……"

Wenjing's face turned green with anger: "How could you do this!"

"What am I?"

Zhao Yanxi said matter-of-factly, "Just tell me if it's Chinese New Year or not."

Wenjing was completely speechless, and looked at Ding Heng with a pitiful expression, hoping that he could teach this spendthrift woman a lesson.

Ding Heng stepped forward, reached out and ruffled the heads of the two girls, his smile a mixture of helplessness and indulgence.

"Okay, let's go."

Yesterday I was a bit too rough with the item. Even though there was a bug like the ointment, some compensation is still appropriate.

The shopping mall still bears traces of the New Year's Day decorations.

Zhao Yanxi, like a wild horse, dragged Wenjing from the first floor to the third floor, and from the third floor to the fifth floor.

Ding Heng followed behind, occasionally being pulled over to help with references, and occasionally taking out his phone to pay.

When they came across a couples' clothing store, Zhao Yanxi suddenly stopped.

"Wow! This looks great!"

She pointed to a sweatshirt in the shop window; it was off-white with simple cartoon patterns printed on it.

Wenjing leaned over to take a look: "It's alright..."

"Let's go, let's go inside and take a look!"

Zhao Yanxi dragged the two of them into the store.

"What would you three like to see? We just got some new arrivals, these are couple styles, you can take a look..."

The sales assistant greeted them warmly, her gaze sweeping over the three of them, a sense of unease creeping into her mind.

One man and two women?

Looking to visit a couples' clothing store?

Zhao Yanxi completely ignored the strange looks from the sales assistant and picked up a sweatshirt to try it on.

"Brother Ding Heng, how about this one?"

Ding Heng nodded: "It's alright."