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

"worn out."

Hua Qing sat down next to him, holding Hei Dou in her arms, and turned her head to look at him.

"Do you want to take a nap?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng closed his eyes, his voice muffled: "I'm exhausted from the journey, I need to catch up on some sleep."

As soon as the man finished speaking, his breathing gradually calmed down, as if he had fallen asleep.

Hua Qing placed the black beans on the ground, tiptoed to her feet, went to the bedroom to get a thin blanket, and gently covered Ding Heng with it.

Then she sat back down and quietly watched him.

The man's breathing was even, and his brow was relaxed.

As Hua Qing watched, the jumbled thoughts in her mind gradually settled down.

The man did so much for her...

But what have I done for him?

Hua Qing began to think seriously and felt increasingly that she had given too little, so little that she felt embarrassed.

Hua Qing took a deep breath and got up again to walk into the dressing room.

She stood in front of the wardrobe, her gaze sweeping over the rows of clothes.

Hanfu, everyday clothes, practice clothes, performance costumes...

Her fingers traced along the clothes hanger, finally stopping in front of a drawer.

pull away.

Several pairs of stockings were neatly folded inside.

Black, white, flesh-colored, translucent, opaque...

She chose the thinnest pair, black 5D stockings.

Then take off the casual pants and slowly put the stockings on your feet.

The silky material glides upwards along the skin, past the ankles, calves, and knees, all the way down to the waist.

She looked at herself in the mirror, then turned and went back to the living room, where Ding Heng was still lying on the sofa.

Hua Qing walked up to Ding Heng, knelt down, and gently pushed his shoulder.

"Ding Heng, wake up."

no response.

She pushed it again.

"Ding Heng?"

Ding Heng opened one eye.

"Ok?"

Hua Qing pursed her lips and asked timidly, "Do you want to... sleep in the bedroom?"

Ding Heng looked at her for two seconds, then his gaze slowly moved down from her face to her legs encased in black stockings.

Hua Qing began to feel uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to cover her legs with a blanket, but she held back and let the man look at her to his heart's content.

Ding Heng reached out and grabbed Hua Qing's wrist, giving it a gentle tug.

Hua Qing leaned forward and fell into his arms.

Ding Heng put one arm around Hua Qing's slender waist and gently caressed her thigh with the other hand, which was covered by black stockings: "Senior, are you trying to trick me into going inside with you?"

Hua Qing buried her face in his chest: "Go or don't go, it's up to you."

The two of them just huddled together on the sofa, neither of them moving.

After a while, Ding Heng spoke again.

"Senior."

"Ok?"

"Do you want me to do something?"

Hua Qing didn't answer, burying her face even deeper.

Ding Heng chuckled and gently patted the back of her head.

"Let's do it another day. Your period hasn't ended yet. Get some rest."

Hua Qing lifted her head from Ding Heng's embrace and their eyes met.

The man's eyes were gentle, not at all as eager as she had expected.

I was worried that you wouldn't be comfortable sleeping on the sofa.

"Fortunately."

"then you……"

"It feels so good to be able to sleep with my senior in my arms."

Ding Heng closed his eyes again and tightened his arms a little.

Hua Qing listened to Ding Heng's steady heartbeat, her breath brushing against his skin.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but gently placed a kiss on Hua Qing's head.

You're welcome, darling.

"Hmm! Who's your baby?"

The fairy lowered her eyes, shy and timid... her face was like a peach blossom.

Chapter 192: Daily Life After Meeting in a Long-Distance Relationship

Sunset

Hua Qing opened her eyes and saw a man's strong chest.

After lunch, the two of them snuggled up on the sofa, feeling drowsy and falling asleep without realizing it. When they opened their eyes, it was already past five in the afternoon.

Hua Qing looked up at Ding Heng's face.

The man's features were much softer than when he was sober, losing some of his roguishness and instead revealing a youthful charm.

A few seconds later, Hua Qing quickly looked away again, as if she was worried about being discovered.

But after a short while, her gaze involuntarily turned back, and her heart began to beat faster and faster.

There's really nothing to see here.

She had been looking at the man in front of her for almost a year, and she could draw his outline with her eyes closed.

But she just couldn't help it...

Have you seen enough?

Ding Heng's voice suddenly rang out.

"Who, who's looking at you!"

Hua Qing suddenly shrank back, trying to get out of his embrace, but the large hand on her waist suddenly tightened, holding her firmly.

Helpless, she could only turn her head away, still stubbornly insisting, "I'm thinking about something."

What are you thinking about?

"I wonder when you'll leave."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Hua Qing immediately regretted them.

The way she said that made it sound like she was telling him to get rid of her.

Ding Heng didn't seem to mind, and gently kneaded her waist with his fingers.

"When does the senior want me to leave?"

Hua Qing pursed her lips and lowered her voice.

"How would I know..."

"Is it a flight tonight? Or tomorrow morning?"

Hua Qing didn't speak, her fingers unconsciously clenching Ding Heng's clothes.

Ding Heng's lips curled slightly: "If it really doesn't work out, I can stay a few more days?"

Hua Qing remained silent, but her brows and eyes relaxed considerably, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ding Heng patted her on the back like he was coaxing a child: "Okay, stay with your senior for the rest of the holiday before you leave."

Hua Qing buried her face in his chest again and let out a muffled "hmm".

A few minutes later, Ding Heng finally let go of Kai Qing, got off the sofa, and walked to the bathroom.

Hua Qing turned and lay flat on her back, reaching for her phone as she did so.

The screen lit up, showing several unread messages.

[Fan Chenxi]: Are you feeling better? Shall we practice together tomorrow?

[Fan Chenxi]: Or does that mean you won't train once your boyfriend arrives? [doge emoji]

Hua Qing's pretty face flushed slightly as she tapped her fingers on the screen.

[Hua Qing]: Let's rest first, you're still not feeling well.

[Fan Chenxi]: Come on, your face will be all better the moment your boyfriend arrives at noon. What do you mean you're not feeling well? I think you have "boyfriend-arriving syndrome."