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

Standing in front of the door, Lin Man took a deep breath and knocked.

No one answered.

She knocked twice more, but there was still no response.

Just as I was hesitating whether to send a message to ask, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Ding Heng had just finished showering and was wrapped in a white hotel bathrobe, the collar slightly open, revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest.

"You're here?"

He stepped aside to let her in, his tone indifferent.

"Ah."

Lin Man went inside, closed the door behind her, and waited for Ding Heng's orders.

The man had already turned around and walked back to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and picked up his phone from the coffee table to browse through it.

Lin Man stood in the entryway, her high heels clicking on the floor, feeling a little embarrassed.

What should the boss's personal secretary do at this time?

Lin Man thought of the servants who usually served her grandfather, and finally made up her mind to walk over and squat down at Ding Heng's feet.

Ding Heng looked down at her.

Lin Man didn't look up, but reached out to unfasten the Velcro straps on Ding Heng's slippers, her movements gentle.

She took the bathroom slippers off Ding Heng's feet, then took a pair of hotel slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on Ding Heng's feet.

Then she knelt down beside him.

Knees together, back straight, hands clasped on thighs, posture respectful.

Ding Heng's lips curled into a smile: "Pour a cup of hot water."

Lin Man immediately got up, walked to the tea station, poured a cup of warm water, tested the temperature with the back of her hand, and then respectfully handed it to Ding Heng with both hands.

Ding Heng took the drink, took a sip, and put it on the coffee table.

Lin Man knelt back down, her black-stockinged thighs hitting the floor.

Ding Heng reached out and picked up a grape from the fruit plate on the coffee table, then plucked one and offered it to Lin Man's lips.

Lin Man tilted her head slightly, opened her mouth, and her lips touched his fingertips as she gently took the grape into her mouth.

The juice burst in my mouth, almost too sweet.

Is it sweet?

"Sweet."

She nodded.

Ding Heng picked another one, but this time he didn't feed it to her; he ate it himself.

Lin Man knelt quietly at his feet.

Ding Heng praised, "You're quite sensible."

Lin Man raised her head, her foxy eyes behind her glasses curving into two crescent moons, her smile both obedient and ingratiating.

"My boss pays me so much every month, of course I have to be sensible."

Ding Heng reached out and took off the glasses from her nose, then put them on his own face to try them on.

It's matte, and it makes me a little dizzy when I wear it.

He set his glasses aside and gently hooked his finger on her chin.

"Shouldn't you be more sensible?"

Lin Man immediately understood, raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, and then took a hair tie off her wrist and gently bit it in her mouth.

……

At noon, the sun was shining brightly.

As the two left the hotel, Lin Man walked beside Ding Heng, almost touching him, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor tiles.

She let her hair down again, draping it over her shoulders and covering the faint red marks on the back of her neck.

Ding Heng opened the Mercedes-Benz door, and Lin Man bent down and climbed into the passenger seat with a seductive movement.

The car drove out of the hotel and merged into the traffic.

Ding Heng, with one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at her sideways and said, "How did you usually spend and enjoy yourself? Take me to experience it."

Lin Man leaned back in her chair and blinked when she heard this: "Boss, you don't usually spend much money?"

Ding Heng made an excuse, saying, "My family used to be very strict and wouldn't let me spend money."

Lin Man said "Oh," and most of her doubts dissipated.

Indeed, although Ding Heng is rich, judging from his behavior, he doesn't seem like someone who grew up surrounded by money.

Those truly pampered young masters are nothing like him.

"Row."

She sat up straight, took out her phone and swiped: "Then let's take the boss to a good place today."

After driving for more than forty minutes, the car turned onto a tree-lined road on the outskirts of the city.

The trees on both sides are very tall, with overlapping branches and leaves forming a green archway overhead.

At the end of the road was a wrought iron gate. The gatekeeper, dressed in a crisp uniform, bent down to glance at the license plate before raising the barrier to let the car through.

As the car drove in, a large lawn stretched out before us, with undulating slopes in the distance and a few solitary trees standing atop them, their leaves rustling in the wind.

The clubhouse is a Chinese-style building with white walls and gray tiles, hidden behind a bamboo grove, so understated that it is almost impossible to tell what it is.

Lin Man was clearly a regular customer; the receptionist at the door smiled at her and respectfully greeted her as "Miss Lin."

"The same old spot?"

"Ah."

Lin Man nodded and naturally took Ding Heng's arm.

After leaving the locker room, Lin Man changed into a white golf skirt, the hem of which just reached her knees, revealing a section of her calves.

Her hair was tied back into a ponytail, and she wore a white sun hat, making her look fresh and neat.

Ding Heng was wearing a polo shirt and casual pants provided by the club, the clothes were neatly ironed, and he had a pair of sunglasses clipped to his collar.

"Has the boss hit this before?"

Lin Man handed him the cue stick.

Does playing the Switch a few times count?

Ding Heng took the cue stick, weighed it in his hand, and walked to the tee box.

Although he has never played golf, with his current body control, any sport is like a cheat code.

He stood still, feet slightly apart, knees slightly bent, hands gripping the bar, and slowly turned his body.

"Snapped."

The ball flew high and far, drawing a white arc in the blue sky before landing on the edge of the green, rolling twice, and stopping just at the hole.

"I go!"

Lin Man let out a genuine exclamation, then clapped her hands: "Boss is amazing!"

Her voice was crisp and bright, carrying far across the empty stadium.

Ding Heng handed her the cue stick: "Why don't you give it a try?"

Lin Man took it and stood in front of the serving table.

Her form was perfect, clearly she had received formal training, but her swing power was lacking; the ball didn't fly far and landed in the middle of the fairway.

She playfully stuck out her tongue: "Oops, I didn't hit it right."

Ding Heng smiled but didn't say anything.

For the next hour or so, Ding Heng played ball, and Lin Man stayed by his side.

Every time he made a shot, she would clap and cheer, praising him to the skies.

Occasionally, a caddie would pass by, glance at you, and then hurry away, their face expressionless, probably because they were used to it.

On the contrary, several operations staff who knew Lin Man were completely confused.

This man must be incredibly powerful, for Lin Man is fawning over him like this...

As the sun slowly climbed overhead and the temperature rose, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Lin Man's nose.

Ding Heng put down his golf club, took the water she offered, and drank a sip.

"tired?"

"Fortunately."

Lin Man shook her head, folded the towel in her hand, and put it into the basket next to her.

Ding Heng didn't want to tire her out too much, so he put the cue back in his bag and said, "Let's go back."

"Boss, you're not going to play anymore?"

"That's enough, it's not interesting anyway."

Lin Man didn't ask any more questions and followed Ding Heng towards the club.

Back in the dressing room, Lin Man changed back into her office lady outfit and stood in front of the mirror fixing her hair.

Her phone vibrated in her bag. She took it out and saw it was a message from Ding Heng.

[Ding Heng]: I'm leaving now, you can drive the car back.

Lin Man was stunned for a moment, and before she could even put her stockings back on, she immediately pushed open the door and went out.

Ding Heng had already changed his clothes and was leaning against the wall in the corridor, scrolling through his phone.

Seeing her come out, he handed her the car keys: "Here you go."