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

The bedside table was spotless, without even a note left.

Lin Man paused for two seconds, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up inside her.

accurate.

I'm really annoyed!

I went through so much effort last night, crying and begging, and my legs still won't close, but the man just pulled up his pants and left?

Is it like ordering a fast food meal?

She instinctively grabbed the shirt Ding Heng had thrown at the foot of the bed, haphazardly put it on, and staggered out of the bedroom.

The balcony door was open, and a cold draft blew in, causing the curtains to flutter slightly.

Ding Heng sat on a wicker chair on the balcony, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, gazing lazily at the distant horizon.

Lin Man stopped in her tracks, exhaled a long breath, as if to expel all the panic she had just felt.

Ding Heng turned around upon hearing the noise: "What's wrong?"

Lin Man didn't answer. She staggered over and slumped into Ding Heng's arms, burying her face in his neck.

"That scared me to death..."

Her voice was muffled in Ding Heng's shoulder, and she deliberately dragged out a sob: "I thought you were gone."

Ding Heng raised one hand and placed it on the back of her head, stroking her disheveled long hair like petting a pet.

"What, are you afraid I won't pay?"

Lin Man shook her head in his arms, her hair brushing against his chin, making the man ticklish.

"They said they wouldn't charge you."

She buried her face even deeper, her voice muffled: "And yesterday... I was very happy too."

Ding Heng didn't reply, but continued to gently stroke the back of her head with his palm.

Lin Man secretly glanced up and saw Ding Heng's jawline and the slight movement of his Adam's apple.

Last night...

She thought it would hurt a lot, she thought it would be disgusting, and she thought she would close her eyes and grit her teeth to endure it, just like in the novels.

But Ding Heng was more patient than she had imagined, and also more... troublesome than she had imagined.

She pleaded pitifully, "I just hope... you can come to the karaoke bar to see me more often in the future."

Ding Heng didn't answer, but looked down at her.

The man's gaze made Lin Man feel inexplicably guilty, and she buried her face back down.

The system interface quietly appeared in my mind.

Crown of Thorns: Lin Man

[Current Status: A Princess Defiled by Worldly Affairs]

[Penalty Value: 13%]

Atonement Value: 0%

[Refuge Value: 0%]

[Ding! Punishment value exceeds 10%, milestone achieved!]

[Rewards: 3000 Divine Merit, +15 Perception Attribute, Unlock the Relic "The Penitent's Whip".]

Ding Heng couldn't help but feel a little amused.

Thirteen percent!

Thirteen percent in one night!

These penalty points are so easy to farm!

As for Lin Man's tricks, he had seen through them long ago, but he was too lazy to expose them.

Lin Man wanted to play the role of a pitiful woman who was desperate and sold herself for money in front of him, so he followed her script.

He even deliberately revealed some of his "unfathomable" secrets to her as bait to lure her in.

Sure enough, this self-righteous vixen immediately took the bait.

As for last night...

Lin Man nestled against his chest, her breathing gradually calming down; she was putting on quite a convincing act.

That vixen truly lives up to her name...

Although it was my first time, I quickly grasped all the different techniques.

She learned the postures and rhythms faster than anyone else.

In addition, she had studied dance, so although her flexibility couldn't compare to that of someone like Hua Qing who had practiced for over ten years, she was more uninhibited and could do anything.

And that mouth, the words it uttered...

Unfortunately, his physical condition was too poor, and he fainted halfway through, leaving Ding Heng unsatisfied.

Ding Heng snapped out of his thoughts, slid his hand from the back of Lin Man's head to her shoulder, and gently patted her.

"Lin Man".

"Ok?"

She gave a vague reply but didn't move.

"Don't go back to work."

Lin Man's body stiffened slightly, and her face, buried in Ding Heng's neck, subtly curved into a smile.

really.

Men are all like that.

He'd say things like "how much for sex," but once in bed, he'd start persuading people to reform after it was over.

She had seen similar situations many times. Whether it was in a KTV or a escort service, which of those young girls hadn't been coaxed like that by customers?

Lin Man lifted her head from Ding Heng's embrace, her eyes slightly reddened, and her eyelashes trembled.

"But I can't earn money if I don't work, and I still have a lot of credit card debt."

Ding Heng put the wine bottle aside and reached out to pull her closer to him.

"It's okay, I'll support you... How much do you need a month? Thirty thousand? Fifty thousand?"

Lin Man pursed her lips, not in a hurry to answer.

How should I react in this situation?

Should one politely decline, feeling flattered, or be moved to tears?

In the end, Lin Man buried her face back, her voice choked with sobs.

"Really……"

"rest assured."

Ding Heng continued to pat her back gently: "As long as you follow me obediently, I promise I won't treat you badly."

Lin Man buried her face in Ding Heng's chest, her heart overflowing with uncontrollable joy.

Become!

I've succeeded!

As long as she stayed by Ding Heng's side, she was confident that she could make him infatuated with her.

Once he gets used to her presence, once he feels he can't live without her, then I'll slowly reveal those things to him...

Her parents' affairs, the Lin family's affairs, and the relatives who bullied her and treated her like a burden.

Ding Heng can handle someone like Liu Jianming, so her little problem shouldn't be a big deal, right?

The script is perfect.

Lin Man was happily lost in her daydreams when Ding Heng's voice came from above her head.

"Oh, right, I also have a little quirk."

Lin Man's smile froze on her lips.

"You experienced it last night too."

Ding Heng's hand slid from her back to her waist, giving her a light pinch: "You should be able to accept it later, right?"

Lin Man recalled last night once again.

Kneeling, crawling, being forced in front of the mirror...

She swallowed hard. "Could you... not always be like this..."

"rest assured."

Ding Heng said casually, "I'll give you extra money."

Lin Man choked.

She whispered, "It's not about adding money..."

Ding Heng's face turned cold: "Unwilling?"

Lin Man quickly shook her head, afraid that she would miss something if she was even a second too slow.

After hesitating for a while, she tentatively asked, "Do you... usually treat Hua Qing like this?"

Ding Heng grinned, saying nothing, but it was as if he had said everything.

Lin Man gasped.

Huaqing?

Hua Qing, the one who always scolds people in the dance studio with a stern face, walks with a swagger, and keeps everyone at arm's length?

Hua Qing, who always acted aloof and superior in front of her?