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

Colorful swimsuits, one on top of another, covered half the bed.

Wenjing leaned over and glanced at her: "Yanxi, how many pieces did you bring?"

"Not many, just seven or eight pieces. I also brought some for you, so you can wear them in rotation these next few days."

Zhao Yanxi unfolded the swimsuits one by one, red, black, white, bikinis, one-piece, two-piece, a dazzling sight.

How about this one?

She picked up a black bikini, two triangular pieces of fabric connected by a thin string, as simple as it could be.

Wenjing blushed as she looked at it: "Aren't you cold wearing this?"

"The hot spring pool isn't cold."

Zhao Yanxi put the bikini aside and picked up a white one-piece swimsuit with a side slit that went up to her thigh.

"What about this one?"

"good."

"Then bring them all!"

Zhao Yanxi quickly stuffed several swimsuits into a waterproof bag, saying, "Don't worry too much about it, we'll all be taking them off anyway."

"you……"

She would have been better off not mentioning it, because the moment she did, Wenjing became even more embarrassed and instinctively looked at the man.

Ding Heng was standing on the balcony gazing at the scenery, seemingly oblivious to their conversation.

……

In another room, Hua Qing and Bai Ma packed their things.

Because of the tight schedule, Baima didn't bring much luggage.

He put his small backpack on the bedside table and took out his phone, charger, earphones, and a few bags of snacks.

Baima turned to Huaqing and asked, "Sister-in-law, did you bring your swimsuit?"

Hua Qing nodded: "I brought it."

"What kind? Let me see!"

Hua Qing took out a dark blue one-piece swimsuit from the box. The style was conservative, with a skirt-like design that made it look a bit old-fashioned.

Baima took it, looked at it, and then handed it back to her, saying, "Sister-in-law, are you wearing this?"

"what happened?"

"Ugh……"

Baima sighed, "Sister-in-law, your style is too plain; it's not competitive at all."

What competitive advantage do you have?

Do you know what styles of bags the other woman carries?

On the way here, Zhao Yanxi had already shown Baima her swimsuit photos, and the level of exposure... Hua Qing's old-fashioned style couldn't compare at all.

Why argue about this?

Hua Qing blushed slightly, put her swimsuit on the bed, and turned to continue packing her luggage.

Baima's tone seemed to be one of disappointment: "Sister-in-law, men are all visual creatures. If you don't fight for it, others will!"

"Oh……"

Hua Qing's response remained indifferent.

"And not to be rude, but your greatest strength, sister-in-law, is your elegance, and your figure is already..."

Baima turned and walked out, then earnestly instructed, "I won't say anymore. I'm going out to take a look. Sister-in-law, you can think about it yourself."

Hua Qing stood frozen by the bed, folding and unfolding the dark blue swimsuit, her expression hesitant.

She could understand the subtext of Baima's final words.

Because of the demands of dance training, her figure appears thinner compared to Zhao Yanxi, not to mention her incredibly exaggerated quietness!

Everyone has their own style when it comes to everyday clothes, but once you put on a swimsuit, the difference becomes especially obvious, and the old-fashioned swimsuit I brought with me is a real drag.

In the end, Hua Qing was persuaded by Bai Ma and took out her phone to call the front desk.

"Hello, this is the front desk. How can I help you?"

Can you provide swimsuits?

"Excuse me, miss..."

-

Around noon, the group prepared to go out for lunch.

The receptionist enthusiastically recommended: "There's a restaurant in town that's especially famous for its black pork; many tourists come specifically to eat there. It's about a ten-minute walk. Let me give you directions."

Zhao Yanxi nodded: "When you come to Lingxiang, you have to try the black pork. Let's go!"

The group walked along the main street.

The main street outside the guesthouse is not long. Because of the Chinese New Year, most of the shops on both sides were closed, except for a few local specialty shops and a small supermarket.

The restaurant was located at the east end of the street. It wasn't a large storefront, but the signboard read "Old Liu's Black Pork" in big characters.

Pushing open the door, I found the place quite lively, with most of the seven or eight tables occupied.

The waiter led them into a small private room, where a round table could seat just six people.

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing naturally took their places on either side of Ding Heng, while the others sat down at their own pace.

Zhao Yanxi picked up the menu and began ordering.

"One serving of black pork, please! One serving of cured pork, please! And also that blood duck, spicy and sour chicken giblets, stir-fried dried tofu..."

She rattled off a long list of dishes like she was reciting a menu, then looked at everyone and asked, "What else do you want?"

Wenjing quickly interjected, "That's about enough. We can add more if needed."

Ding Heng will definitely pay for this meal; she doesn't want her man to spend too much money...

The waiter took away the menu, and Zhao Yanxi rested her chin on her hand, looking at Ding Heng: "Brother Ding Heng, are you going to the hot springs tonight?"

"Since we're already here, we'll definitely take a bath."

"Then I want to share a pool with you, and with Xiao Jingjing too!"

Zhao Yanxi announced it openly and generously, completely unconcerned about the people around her.

Wenjing blushed slightly, lowered her head to drink water, and pretended not to hear.

Hua Yue rolled her eyes and continued looking at her phone.

Hua Qing remained expressionless, her fingers gently stroking the rim of the teacup.

Bai Ma blinked, looked at Zhao Yanxi, then at Ding Heng, then at Hua Qing, and a smile curved her lips.

She suddenly spoke up: "Sister-in-law!"

Zhao Yanxi turned her head reflexively: "Hmm?"

Baima waved to her: "Sister-in-law, come sit here, I have something to tell you."

"Row!"

Zhao Yanxi got up and walked to Baima's side, while Hua Qing looked at the empty space next to Ding Heng, hesitating.

Bai Ma said naturally, "Sister Hua Qing, please sit down first, let me chat with my sister-in-law."

"Oh... okay"

Hua Qing was stunned for a moment, then got up and sat down next to Ding Heng.

Zhao Yanxi didn't think much of it and sat down next to Baima: "What's wrong?"

Baima whispered something in her ear, which made Zhao Yanxi laugh.

Hua Qing continued to quietly drink her tea, her mind wandering...

Was Pema doing this on purpose?

Of all the sisters-in-law, was Baima the one who liked her the most?

If that's the case, should we give her another gift?

Just as Hua Qing was pondering, a hand suddenly covered her thigh from under the table.

Hua Qing's body stiffened slightly.

Ding Heng's palm was warm. He placed it lightly on the outside of Hua Qing's thigh and began to move slowly. His fingertips slid from above her knee to the middle of her thigh and then slowly back down, without any rush.

Hua Qing gripped the teacup tightly, trying her best to maintain a cool and aloof demeanor...

As the dishes were served one after another, everyone began to eat, but Ding Heng's hands under the table never stopped, while Hua Qing's eating became slower and slower.

Her slender legs had been played with by Ding Heng more than once, and the man knew exactly what sensitive spots were on her thighs.

"Sister Hua Qing, why aren't you eating?"

Zhao Yanxi's voice suddenly rang out.

Hua Qing looked up, her expression still aloof: "Oh... I'm eating."

She picked up a piece of green vegetable, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Ding Heng suddenly increased the pressure under the table and gently pinched the inside of her thigh.

Hua Qing almost bit her tongue, and a blush finally appeared on her face.

Baima noticed her unusual expression and deliberately asked, "Sister Huaqing, why is your face red?"

"A little hot."

Hua Qing picked up her teacup, took a sip, and tried her best to make her voice sound normal.

Baima said "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions.

Ding Heng didn't go too far in the end. He gently placed his hand on her leg and lightly tapped her knee with his fingers.