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

Wenjing bit her lower lip and remained silent.

The male protagonist in the movie starts playing the piano.

Ding Heng's hand continued upwards, his fingertips brushing against his ribs and touching a soft edge.

Wenjing trembled and instinctively tried to dodge, but she couldn't.

His hand remained there, covering the area with a light touch.

"Ding Heng..."

Her voice began to tremble.

Ding Heng lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong?"

The warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Wenjing blushed all over.

Her cheeks turned red all the way to her ears, and from her ears to her neck.

She didn't say anything, but simply buried her face in his chest.

Ding Heng smiled, finally pulling his hand out of his T-shirt and putting it back on her shoulder.

The movie continued playing.

Neither of them spoke again.

More than an hour later, the end credits began to roll.

Ding Heng yawned, released his arms from her, and stood up: "Go to sleep, goodnight."

Wenjing nestled on the sofa, her face still flushed and her eyes watery.

She watched Ding Heng walk towards the door, and her lips moved slightly: "Ding Heng."

Ding Heng turned around: "Hmm?"

Wenjing opened her mouth, but in the end only murmured softly.

"Good night."

"Good night."

The door closed gently.

Wenjing buried her face in her knees, looking somewhat annoyed, as if blaming herself for her incompetence...

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Ding Heng drove Wenjing to a driving school in the east of the city.

The venue was quite large, with several cars practicing reversing into parking spaces, and the instructors standing in twos and threes on the side smoking and chatting.

Ding Heng led Wenjing to the registration office and completed the procedures quickly.

A moment later, a female coach in her forties came up to her: "Xiao Ding, you're here again?"

"Aunt Zhang! This is my girlfriend. Please take good care of her and try to get her married during the winter break."

Ding Heng planned to arrange for Wenjing to practice for the second subject first. As for the first subject, Ding Heng was not worried at all about Wenjing's test-taking mind.

"okay."

"Alright, thank you, Aunt Zhang..."

After communicating with the coach, Ding Heng turned back to give Wen Jing some more instructions.

"Just listen to what the coach says, don't be too afraid, and call me if anything happens."

"Ah."

"Be a little sweeter with your words. Call me 'Master' when you should, and don't just stay silent."

"Uh-huh."

"Say what's on your mind, don't keep it bottled up inside."

"know."

Seeing her "whatever you say is right" attitude, Ding Heng habitually reached out and pinched her cheeks.

Wenjing stood quietly and obediently, mumbling something in her mouth.

"okay."

Ding Heng let go of her hand and patted her shoulder: "Go ahead."

Wenjing followed the coach onto the field, and after a few steps, she turned back and waved to him.

Ding Heng waved, turned around and got back into the car, then stepped on the gas and drove towards Hua Qing's house.

The elevator went up to the twelfth floor, and Ding Heng arrived at Hua Qing's door.

He didn't enter a password, but raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Ding Dong!Ding Dong!

Footsteps came from inside the house, and the door opened a crack, revealing the face of a young girl—Qianqian, Hua Qing's student.

"Brother Ding Heng?"

Qianqian's eyes lit up, and she turned around and called into the house, "Teacher Hua, your boyfriend is here!"

A rustling sound came from inside the house.

Hua Qing strode out of the dance studio, wearing a tight-fitting black leotard, her hair piled high, revealing her slender neck.

The moment she saw Ding Heng, a hint of panic was visibly revealed on her face.

Hua Qing stepped forward nervously and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ding Heng smiled and said, "Can't I come to see my girlfriend?"

Hua Qing blushed slightly and quickly opened the door: "Come in."

Ding Heng walked into the living room and glanced at the dance studio from afar. There were two girls there, both of whom were art students he had seen in Wuling before.

The three of them turned to look at each other, their eyes gleaming with gossip.

Hua Qing coughed lightly: "You guys practice on your own for a while, I'll be right there!"

The girls exchanged glances and quickly turned back to the dance studio.

Hua Qing pulled Ding Heng to the bedroom and closed the door, glaring at him irritably: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? All the students are here today."

Ding Heng sat down on the bed, looking relaxed: "Why are they coming to Xingcheng for classes?"

"They're on holiday."

Hua Qing sat down next to him: "The art exams are coming up right after the winter break. The parents want their children to practice more, so they entrusted them to me and booked a hotel nearby."

"Does that mean they'll stay until the end of the year?"

"Ah."

Hua Qing nodded, but suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Ding Heng then asked, "So, will you stay in Xingcheng until the end of the year, senior?"

"Um……"

Hua Qing lowered her voice, then pleaded softly, "They have exams coming up after the New Year, it's a crucial time. Can we please not let our relationship affect them?"

Seeing Hua Qing's cautious demeanor, Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He reached out and pulled Hua Qing into his arms: "What are you saying, senior? Aren't we just dating normally? What kind of impact could it have?"

Hua Qing leaned against his chest, her heart beating a little fast.

Normal interaction?

After returning from Shanghai, Ding Heng never fulfilled his promise to "deal with her."

She didn't know if she was afraid or waiting.

"You go ahead and get busy."

Ding Heng released her and stood up: "I'll go downstairs and wait for you. We'll have dinner together after we're done."

Hua Qing nodded blankly.

Ding Heng walked to the door, then turned back to look at her again: "By the way, it would be best if you brought your students along."

The door closed.

It took Hua Qing several seconds to come to her senses. She took a deep breath and walked towards the dance studio, her face regaining its seriousness!

"You must get your movements right today, or you're not allowed to have lunch!"

At 11:30 a.m., several girls came out of the building chattering.

Qianqian walked in front, followed by Xiaozhu and another girl named Peng Qi.

All three had changed back into casual clothes; they were all in the prime of their youth.

Hua Qing followed at the back, dressed in a simple and casual down jacket and wide-leg pants.

Ding Heng got out of the car and waved to them: "Let's have dinner together, it's on me. How about some barbecue?"

The girls' eyes lit up, and they all looked at Hua Qing.

Hua Qing instinctively wanted to refuse, but under Ding Heng's gaze, she nodded, a rare occurrence: "Hmm... I can indulge myself for a while."

"yeah!"

Qianqian was the first to cheer, pulling Xiaozhu and Pengqi towards the car.

Several people squeezed into the back seat, Hua Qing sat in the passenger seat, Ding Heng started the car, and drove towards a nearby barbecue restaurant.

The shop was well-heated, and the charcoal fire made everyone feel cozy and warm.

Several girls sat in a circle, with Ding Heng and Hua Qing sitting next to each other.

The slices of meat sizzled on the grill, releasing a fragrant aroma.

Ding Heng picked up a slice of grilled beef and naturally placed it into Hua Qing's bowl.

Qianqian immediately chimed in, "Wow, Ding Heng is so considerate!"