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

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Ding Heng picked up the pink toothbrush, squeezed on the toothpaste, put it in his mouth, and pressed the switch: "Let's not bother with each other."

The buzzing sound started again.

Hua Qing was extremely embarrassed when she saw her toothbrush being stuffed into Ding Heng's mouth.

But then I thought, we've already done more intimate things, so swapping toothbrushes doesn't seem like a big deal...

She turned on the tap, rinsed the foam from her mouth, washed her face, and turned to leave.

Ding Heng's gaze inadvertently fell on Hua Qing's feet.

The left slipper was pink, and the right slipper was dark gray, several sizes too big, making a clattering sound when walking.

No wonder I couldn't find my slippers when I got up...

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Ding Heng almost choked on the toothpaste foam, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

When he finished washing his face and went outside, Hua Qing was already sitting at the dining table with two sets of bowls and chopsticks in front of her.

Ding Heng sat down and glanced at Hua Qing's two slippers, one big and one small, but she still didn't react.

"Senior, are you still not recovered?"

"What do you mean, 'recovered'?"

Hua Qing picked up the milk, her tone feigning composure: "I just didn't sleep well last night."

"Didn't sleep well?"

"Ah."

Hua Qing pouted and complained, "It's all your fault for moving around while holding me, I didn't get a good night's sleep."

Ding Heng looked completely innocent: "Did I? It was clearly you, senior, who snuggled into my arms while you were sleeping, and I couldn't push you away."

"I didn't!"

Hua Qing raised her voice by half an octave, and her face turned red again.

Just as Ding Heng was about to tease Hua Qing a bit more, he suddenly caught a faint smell of burning.

"Senior, can you smell anything?"

"what?"

Hua Qing sniffed, her expression blank.

"It looks like something is burnt."

"Burnt..."

Hua Qing froze for a second, then suddenly jumped up from her chair.

"Ah! My eggs!"

She rushed into the kitchen, her slippers making a clattering sound, and almost stumbled.

A moment later, a series of crackling sounds came from the kitchen. Hua Qing returned to her seat with a burnt egg and a glass of milk, looking bewildered.

Ding Heng spoke again, calling softly.

"Senior."

"Ok?"

Why are you taking the milk?

"Drink it."

"Of course I know to drink."

Ding Heng asked helplessly, "You drink two glasses of wine this morning?"

Hua Qing was stunned again, finally realizing that she had a cup on each side of her.

On the left is the milk she just took from the kitchen.

The cup on the right is empty, with milk stains clinging to its sides; she had just finished drinking from it.

"I……"

Hua Qing looked dejected, rubbed her temples, and got up to walk towards the bedroom: "I might need to sleep a little longer."

Ding Heng watched Hua Qing's figure disappear through the bedroom door, then shook his head helplessly.

He picked up the burnt fried egg and put it in his mouth, while also drinking the excess milk.

Last night's defeat was a bigger blow to Hua Qing than Ding Heng had imagined.

After all, this was the first real "loss" in her life, and she still hasn't recovered from it...

For the rest of the day, Hua Qing seemed lost in thought, making one mistake after another.

I forgot my phone when I went shopping, and only remembered it when I got to the supermarket entrance.

I entered the wrong password to open the door six times and was locked out for ten minutes.

I forgot to turn on the rice cooker, and the rice was still raw even after soaking for half an hour.

If you wash a white practice shirt and dark jeans together, the white shirt will turn grayish-blue when you take them out of the water.

Ding Heng didn't say much throughout, but silently helped Hua Qing clean up the mess after each mistake.

At 10 p.m., the two of them snuggled up on the sofa to watch a movie.

Hua Qing's eyes were unfocused, her mind completely elsewhere from the movie.

Black Bean curled up on her lap, occasionally poking at its owner with its paws, but Hua Qing didn't react at all.

Ding Heng reached out and scooped the black beans off Hua Qing's legs, placing them aside.

Black Bean meowed in dissatisfaction, jumped off the sofa, and strolled away.

Hua Qing turned her head to look at Ding Heng, but Ding Heng pulled her into his arms instead.

"Senior."

"Ok?"

"Let's go back to Xingcheng the day after tomorrow."

"Back to Xingcheng?"

"Correct."

Ding Heng reassured him, "Go back and stay for a few days. I still have to take an exam. I'll go to Switzerland after the exam."

Hua Qing didn't say anything.

Ding Heng continued to persuade him, "You've been working so hard in the capital for two months, you should take a break. No need for training, no need for rehearsals... In short, don't think about anything, just enjoy life and give yourself a vacation."

Hua Qing remained silent for a long time before finally responding softly.

"it is good."

"Then let me pack tomorrow and book my flight for the day after tomorrow?"

"You can arrange it."

Hua Qing tried closing her eyes and clearing her mind.

But my thoughts still wouldn't settle down.

The next morning.

Ding Heng opened his eyes, only to find the space beside him empty once again.

"Senior...?"

Ding Heng got out of bed and found that no one was in the living room or bathroom, so he went to the door of the dance studio.

Hua Qing, dressed in her training clothes, placed her left leg on the barre and slowly lowered her body.

Ding Heng called out softly, "Senior."