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

"Just watch."

Hua Qing then ran towards the dance studio, her steps light and quick.

Ding Heng followed and stopped at the door.

The dance studio was converted from a storage room. It wasn't very big, with dance floor mats on the floor and barres placed in front of a full-length mirror.

Hua Qing walked to the barre and began to warm up.

Leg presses, stretches, shoulder openings... all movements are standard and graceful, accompanied by muscle memory developed through years of training.

After a little warm-up, Hua Qing lifted her left leg and put it on the barre, slowly leaning forward until her chin almost touched her knee.

Her back was straight, her hips were aligned, and the lines of her legs, encased in white pantyhose, were smooth and taut.

She pressed down for a while, then switched to the other leg.

Then he straightened up and turned to Ding Heng.

"Press it down for me."

How to press?

"Stand behind me, hold my shoulders, and press down."

Ding Heng walked over, placed his hands on Hua Qing's shoulders, and gently pressed down.

"Press harder."

Hua Qing frowned slightly: "Don't worry about me being in pain."

Ding Heng increased the pressure on his hand.

Hua Qing's body slowly sank down, a stretching and soreness coming from the back of her thighs. She bit her lower lip and her breathing quickened slightly.

Ding Heng's hand slowly slid from her shoulder to her waist, his palm pressed against her firm waistline, his thumb gently caressing the edge of her ribs.

"Your waist is so flexible."

"You...press down properly."

"Am I putting pressure on myself?"

Ding Heng spoke innocently, but his hands didn't stop moving.

"Don't speak..."

Hua Qing's voice was strained, it was hard to tell whether it was from pain or embarrassment.

Ding Heng didn't speak again, and pressed down evenly with his hand.

A thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on Hua Qing's forehead, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

"That's enough... that's enough."

She finally spoke, and Ding Heng released her hand and asked curiously.

"Are you still practicing so late at night, senior?"

Hua Qing straightened up, stretched her shoulders, and turned to face Ding Heng.

"Anyway, it doesn't hurt anymore, so I'll practice a little more to maintain my form,"

"Then I'll go with my senior."

Ding Heng walked to the chair by the wall, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"Oh……"

For Hua Qing, dance is an important part of her life.

Involving Ding Heng further warmed up their relationship.

She turned on her phone, connected it to the Bluetooth speaker, went to the center of the dance studio, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

As the music started, Hua Qing began to move.

Arms outstretched, waist twisted, steps light.

Every movement is precise to the extreme, yet it exudes a restrained beauty.

Ding Heng quietly admired... He had seen Hua Qing dance many times, and he was always captivated by it.

Putting aside the art aspect—her face is truly beautiful! Her legs are incredibly long!

As the melody quickened, Hua Qing's movements became more powerful.

Spin, jump, bend over backwards.

Hua Qing was completely immersed in her own world, and began the final spin, one circle, two circles, three circles... Suddenly her foot slipped.

She lost her balance and leaned backward.

"careful!"

Ding Heng rushed forward and steadily supported Hua Qing's lower back.

Hua Qing leaned into Ding Heng's arms, panting heavily.

Fine beads of sweat clung to her eyelashes, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and her breath was hot.

Sweat soaked through her workout clothes, clinging to her body and outlining every inch of her skin.

"Are you okay?"

Ding Heng's hand was still on her waist, and he didn't let go.

"No...it's nothing..."

Hua Qing tried to stand up straight by using Ding Heng's arm for support, but her knees buckled and she fell back down.

Ding Heng pulled her closer, placing his other hand on her back. Through the wet fabric, his fingertips could clearly feel the outline of her spine.

Hua Qing's breathing became increasingly erratic.

She could feel Ding Heng's hand slowly moving across her back, his fingertips tracing down from her shoulder blades, passing through each segment of her spine, and finally stopping at her lower back, where he pressed down lightly.

"Well……"

Hua Qing let out a short, soft hum and buried her face in Ding Heng's chest.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and all the blood in her body was rushing to her face.

Ding Heng's hand stopped at her waist and did not move.

A few seconds later, he released his grip and took a step back.

"Go take a shower, you're all sweaty."

"Ah."

Hua Qing responded softly and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of water began to run.

After taking a shower and returning to the bedroom, Hua Qing had already changed into a light gray slip dress, with her thighs covered by white stockings.

She deliberately slowed her pace, her fingertips lightly brushing the edge of his thigh, drawing Ding Heng's eyes deeper into her gaze.

Finally, he came to Ding Heng's side and slowly knelt down.

Ding Heng looked down and asked with a smile, "Senior, what are you doing?"

"you……"

Hua Qing's voice trembled slightly: "It's rare for you to come all this way..."

She couldn't bring herself to say anything too embarrassing, but the meaning was clear.

Although it wasn't convenient for her to come on her period today, Ding Heng had gone to all this trouble to come see her, so at least she shouldn't let the man feel uncomfortable.

From Ding Heng's perspective, Hua Qing's nightgown was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs.

The woman, with her legs wrapped in white silk stockings, knelt on the ground in a duck-like position, her knees slightly turned inward, indicating that she was extremely shy.

Ding Heng grabbed Hua Qing's wrist and forcefully pulled her onto the bed.

"Senior."

"Ok?"

"Your period hasn't ended yet, go to sleep early."

Hua Qing was stunned.

"But……"

"fine."

Ding Heng interrupted her, pulled the blanket over both of them, and then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

Goodnight, senior.

"Good night……"

Hua Qing closed her eyes and nestled quietly in Ding Heng's arms.

I felt a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.

She couldn't say what she really wanted.

Maybe I don't want anything.

Maybe I want everything...

Chapter 193: Traveling Between Two Places, Time Management

For the next two days, Hua Qing spent her time in Ding Heng's gentle company.

At 6:30 a.m., the sky in the capital was already bright.

Hua Qing stood in front of the dressing mirror, ran her fingers through her hair, gathered her long hair into a bunch, and then tied it tightly with a rubber band, her movements skillful and efficient.

On the last lap, she tilted her chin up slightly, tightened her ponytail, and revealed her long, fair neck.

Ding Heng lay on his side on the bed, squinting as he looked at Hua Qing's back, and lazily asked, "Senior, shall I pick you up at noon?"