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

Ding Heng was still asleep, breathing evenly, his eyelashes drooping slightly.

He placed one hand on her waist, his palm warm, his fingers loosely clenched together, as if reluctant to let go.

Last night, after Ding Heng dropped Wen Jing and Zhao Yanxi off at school, he secretly returned.

Hua Qing had already taken a shower and was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone when she heard the door lock turn. She jumped up from the sofa.

"Why are you back again?"

"I'll be there for you on time for your birthday."

Ding Heng changed into slippers and walked in, saying matter-of-factly, "How about that? Pretty ceremonial, right?"

Hua Qing didn't say anything, but silently moved to the side to make room for Ding Heng.

Then the two of them snuggled up on the sofa and chatted casually until very late before going to sleep.

Hua Qing didn't know whether she should be moved or not.

To say it's touching is an exaggeration, considering the man was constantly shuttling between her and other women, like he was rushing from one event to another.

To say he wasn't moved... he did remember her birthday, and he was indeed the first to say "Happy Birthday" to her at midnight.

More importantly, Ding Heng held her and slept through the night last night.

That's right.

Just holding him.

Nothing was done...

Hua Qing gently turned over and faced the window.

The morning light fell on her face, warm and comforting, but her mind was a jumbled mess.

"woke up?"

Ding Heng was awakened by Hua Qing's turning over and lazily greeted her.

Before Hua Qing could respond, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

"Good morning, 23-year-old senior."

"Hmm... You're clearly twenty-three, but you sound like you're thirty-two!"

Hua Qing pouted in dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, she realized that among the women around Ding Heng, she was the oldest!

Neither of them moved, remaining silent for several seconds.

Hua Qing suddenly sensed the change in the man's body, her pretty face flushed, and she asked softly, "Ding Heng...aren't you feeling unwell?"

Ding Heng asked knowingly, "Feeling unwell? What's wrong?"

Hua Qing stammered, her voice trailing off: "It's...that...that..."

Ding Heng's warm breath brushed against her earlobe: "Don't worry, Lin Man will come over to handle it later, senior. You don't need to worry."

Hua Qing was stunned: "What's Lin Man doing here?"

"Does the senior really not understand, or is she pretending not to understand?"

"Ding Heng, don't go too far! This is my home!"

Hua Qing issued a strong protest, expressing her firm opposition and condemnation!

Before she could take any action to expel the woman, the door was already beeping with the combination lock.

Footsteps approached from afar, high heels clicking crisply on the floor.

Good morning, boss. Good morning, team leader.

Lin Man arrived at the bedroom door and greeted everyone with a smile.

A black lace halter-neck, waist-revealing strapless top paired with a sheer, dark-patterned spiderweb long-sleeved cover-up is both fashionable and elegant, subtly outlining her graceful figure.

Her bottoms were high-waisted ripped and distressed denim shorts, which perfectly showcased her long, shapely, and straight legs.

Ding Heng patted Hua Qing on the shoulder: "Senior, go wash up first, have some breakfast, and practice your dance while you're at it. Remember to turn the music up a bit."

Hua Qing bit her lower lip and squeezed out two words through her teeth.

"Scumbag."

Despite her cursing, she eventually obediently threw back the covers and got out of bed, leaving her room to the two of them with a humiliated expression...

As he passed by Lin Man, he suddenly heard Lin Man speak up again: "By the way, senior, I was in such a hurry to leave that I forgot to wear stockings. Do you have any more at home?"

Hua Qing paused, her face turning even redder: "The bottom left of the wardrobe... find it yourself."

After saying that, she practically fled into the bathroom.

After a quick wash and changing into her practice clothes, Hua Qing walked into the dance studio, put on her headphones, turned the volume up to the maximum, and began stretching and warming up.

My body is moving, and my mind can't stay still either.

Excessive!

That's outrageous!

Villas, hotels, Linman Apartments... even in the car!

Why do you have to come to your own home!

That jerk did it on purpose!

Hua Qing gritted her teeth, raised her legs, and pressed her body down.

I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to practice dancing!

But she found that no matter how loud the music in her headphones was, it couldn't drown out the jumbled thoughts in her head.

Ding Heng has never taken advantage of her completely, and he hasn't bothered her since he went to the capital.

An occasional hug or kiss, that's all.

Hua Qing couldn't understand what Ding Heng was thinking, and couldn't help but start to doubt herself, wondering if there was something wrong with her.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at herself in the mirror.

A slender waist, a flat stomach, long limbs...

Does it look good?

good looking.

But what's the use of looking good?

Her gaze slowly moved down, landing on her chest before moving away again.

She thought of Zhao Yanxi.

I think of Lin Man.

I think of Wenjing.

Zhao Yanxi is tall and well-proportioned, with all the right features.

Lin Man, needless to say, with that face and that figure, is a naturally alluring vixen.

As for Wenjing...

Hua Qing took a deep breath and stopped thinking about it.

She stood back at the barre and began her second set of practice, but she couldn't calm her mind.

She recalled that even earlier, whenever Ding Heng hugged her, his hands would unconsciously wander over her body.

At that time, she felt annoyed, ashamed, and thought that this person was so indecent.

But now... she's starting to miss those moments.

Because that at least proves that Ding Heng was "interested" in her.

Unlike now, when everyone is very polite.

Hua Qing became increasingly annoyed and began to increase the intensity of her training.

Spin, jump, bend over backwards.

They strived to perfect every movement until they were breathless, their legs were weak, and they could barely stand.

But she kept going.

Because as soon as you stop, those thoughts will resurface.

Finally, the sound of rushing water came from the direction of the bathroom, followed by the sounds of Ding Heng and Lin Man playing around.

Through the door, the sound was intermittent and not very clear.

Hua Qing gritted her teeth and continued practicing.

Once, twice, three times.

Until her legs went completely weak, she collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily.

After a while, the sound of water stopped.

Ding Heng called out, "I have class, I'm leaving now!"

"Take care, boss."

The door to the dance studio was pushed open, and Lin Man walked in slowly.

Her hair was wet, and a towel was draped over her shoulders.

He was wearing only a white men's short-sleeved shirt, the hem of which barely covered his upper thighs. His smooth, rounded legs were bare and dazzlingly white.

She dried her hair, sat cross-legged in front of Hua Qing, and pulled up the hem of her short-sleeved shirt to reveal the red handprint on her inner thigh.

Hua Qing's gaze lingered on her legs for a moment before shifting away.

In the past, when she was in the dance team, she always felt that Lin Man's legs were too thick as a dance member.

But nowadays, in men's eyes, at least it's functional...

Lin Man began, "Captain..."