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

Wenjing followed, asking with concern, "Are you still dizzy? Should you take some medicine?"

"It's okay, I'll be fine after a rest."

Hua Qing put down her teacup, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards Ding Heng.

Ding Heng was standing at the front desk talking to the waiter, completely unaware of her.

She looked away, the smile on her face gradually fading.

Wenjing noticed the change in Huaqing's mood and asked softly, "Sister Huaqing, are you tired? Why don't you go back to your room and rest early?"

"Yeah, a little."

Hua Qing stood up, nodded to the group, and said, "Then I'll go back to my room first."

Zhao Yanxi urged, "Go to bed early, we still have to go to the farmhouse tomorrow!"

Hua Qing smiled, turned and left.

As she passed Ding Heng, she paused slightly, but the man didn't give her a second glance.

Baima stood at the top of the stairs, watching Huaqing's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness for her.

Could it be that, in Ding Heng's heart, Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing are more important than Hua Qing?

The group went back to their rooms.

Just as Hua Qing was about to rest, a message suddenly popped up on her phone screen.

[Ding Heng]: Let's go soak in the hot springs.

In short, there is no room for negotiation.

Hua Qing subconsciously wanted to reply with something, her finger hovering above the screen, but she didn't know what to type.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she took off her clothes again and put on her swimsuit.

The dark green bikini has been returned to Zhao Yanxi, leaving only the old-fashioned dark blue one-piece swimsuit.

She put on her swimsuit and stood in front of the mirror, a question forming in her mind.

Will Ding Heng find it disgusting...?

Hua Qing wrapped herself in a bathrobe, pushed open the door, and tiptoed past Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing's room, where she could faintly hear the two of them laughing and talking.

Don't they care that Ding Heng goes out late at night?

Hua Qing didn't think too much about it and quickly went to the hot spring.

A thin layer of white mist floated on the water, and the stone lanterns by the pool reflected a soft, warm light.

Ding Heng was soaking in the pool with his eyes closed, resting, when he heard footsteps and turned around to look.

Hua Qing stood by the pool, her bathrobe wrapped tightly around her, only revealing a section of her fair calves.

"Get down."

Hua Qing pursed her lips, reached out and untied the ribbon of her bathrobe, revealing a dark blue one-piece swimsuit.

Ding Heng looked him up and down and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"why are you laughing?"

Hua Qing's pretty face flushed instantly, and she bent down to pick up her bathrobe and headed back.

"Eh..."

Ding Heng stood up, grabbed Hua Qing's wrist, and gently pulled her.

Hua Qing stumbled forward and fell into the pool with a splash.

Warm water washed over her body. She struggled to stand up, but Ding Heng wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tightly in his warm embrace.

"Why are you running, senior?"

Ding Heng's voice rang in Hua Qing's ear.

Hua Qing struggled twice out of habit, but couldn't break free, so she simply gave up and leaned into Ding Heng's arms.

"Is my outfit really unfashionable...?"

"Don't worry, senior, I like whatever you wear."

Ding Heng reached out and brushed the wet hair off Hua Qing's cheek, then slid it down her shoulder, brushing against the hem of her swimsuit.

I prefer not to wear it.

"Scumbag..."

The blush on Hua Qing's face deepened as the water vapor evaporated.

Ding Heng stopped teasing her and pulled her closer into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"If my senior wants to wear a swimsuit to show me, she should just say so openly. Why did she have to let that girl Baima instigate her and pretend to be sick?"

"Who, who's faking illness..."

"No?"

Ding Heng looked down at her, and Hua Qing guiltily looked away.

"No……"

"Still not admitting it, huh?"

Ding Heng raised his hand and slapped Hua Qing's thigh hard, splashing water everywhere.

"Senior, you haven't forgotten, have you? Lying has consequences."

"What...are you planning to do now?"

Hua Qing's voice tightened as she recalled the punishments she had received in the past.

"It's the Lunar New Year, I won't bother my senior."

Ding Heng gently patted Hua Qing's thigh again: "But senior sister has to promise me a task."

Hua Qing's heart tightened: "What mission?"

"After the New Year, my senior should be heading to the Beijing Dance Academy to prepare for rehearsals, right? She'll be back to graduate in June or July."

"Um……"

"That means we won't see each other for several months."

Ding Heng softened his voice: "I'll miss you, senior... What should I do about you, senior?"

Hua Qing remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly realized what she meant and asked in a mix of shame and indignation, "You... do you want me to be like Wen Jing, taking pictures of you morning and night to say good morning and good night?"

"How did you know?"

"Last time I stayed at a hotel with Wenjing, I accidentally saw that she sent you a message..."

"Spying on privacy is wrong!"

Ding Heng raised his hand and struck again, this time with even more force.

After a "smack," Hua Qing groaned in pain and pursed her lips in grievance.

Ding Heng placed his palm on her thigh and gently massaged it: "Senior, would you like to?"

Hua Qing lowered her head, her voice muffled: "It's possible... but I don't want to take those kinds of revealing photos..."

Ding Heng laughed out loud: "Who told you to take such revealing photos?"

Hua Qing looked up at him, puzzled.

Ding Heng said, "I'd like to ask my senior to open a social media account and upload vlogs, what do you think?"

"vlog?"

Hua Qing frowned slightly: "You..."

"Don't worry, it's serious."

Ding Heng said in a relaxed tone: "Vlogs on social media are just simple and refreshing daily life, recording things like running and eating every day. They don't miss anything or touch on anything. Even if they become popular, they are not allowed to accept commercial offers."

Hua Qinghu asked doubtfully, "That's it?"

"Of course, it's not just that."

Hua Qing's heart skipped a beat as Ding Heng came to her ear and gently blew on it.

"I also want my own private vlog, at least once a week."

"You...pervert! Scum!"

Hua Qing raised her hand to lightly punch, but Ding Heng grabbed her wrist.

Even if Ding Heng didn't say it, she could probably guess what the so-called "private vlog" would be about.

Those images she dared not imagine, those she was ashamed to talk about, flashed through her mind one by one.

Ding Heng grinned mischievously: "Senior, you don't want to?"

Hua Qing didn't answer, and Ding Heng didn't urge her either. He quietly held her, his fingertips gently caressing her waist.

The water in the pool rippled gently, and mist drifted between the two of them.

"Let's talk about it after I go to the Beijing Dance Academy."

Hua Qing finally gave an answer.

The sound was very faint, almost drowned out by the sound of the water...

Chapter 155: Brother, will you take care of me?

late at night.

Zhao Yanxi sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing a loose white nightgown with the neckline slightly open.

Wenjing, standing next to Zhao Yanxi, was wearing the same pink pajamas. Although the buttons were fastened tightly, they still couldn't hide the exaggerated visual effect.

Baima sat at the very back, wearing a pale yellow cartoon pajama with a chubby Totoro printed on it, looking like a soft, fluffy rice ball.

The three girls chatted and joked with each other, covering a wide range of topics from all over the world to celebrity gossip, before finally returning to Baima's Tibetan identity.