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

Ding Heng looked down at her: "What, are you afraid your man will be arrested by your father?"

Zhao Yanxi looked up and glared at him with a fierce yet cute expression: "You should be arrested, you big bad guy who's juggling multiple relationships!"

Ding Heng laughed out loud: "Then if I go to jail, will you come to see me?"

Zhao Yanxi pouted and turned her face away.

"Hmm... I'll think about it."

Ding Heng was amused by her, so he reached out and pinched her chin, turning her face back.

Zhao Yanxi was forced to meet his gaze, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

How long will you consider it?

"It depends on my mood..."

"So, are you feeling good now?"

"not good."

Why is it not good?

"Because you bullied me."

When did I bully you?

"This morning when you woke up, you only rubbed Xiaojing's genitals, not mine. You're being unfair!"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated, and gently rubbed her cheeks twice.

"Satisfied?"

"Humph~"

Zhao Yanxi gave a soft hum and buried her face back into his chest.

The two remained quiet for a while.

"Brother Ding Heng."

"Ok?"

"Wait for me a moment."

Zhao Yanxi sat up from Ding Heng's arms and slowly got out of bed.

"Turn around, don't peek."

Ding Heng obediently turned around and faced the wall.

There was a rustling sound behind me.

The wardrobe door was pulled open, the hangers clattered, and the fabric rubbed against each other.

Then came the sound of light footsteps approaching from behind him.

"Okay, turn around now."

Ding Heng turned around, his gaze freezing.

Zhao Yanxi stood by the bed, wearing a police cap with the brim pulled down slightly, obscuring half of her face.

The upper body was covered by a blue-black "police uniform".

Despite being called a police uniform, it was actually just a children's performance costume that cost only a few dozen yuan, with rough workmanship and thin fabric.

But the problem is—it's too small!

She could barely button up two buttons on her top, and the hem just reached her navel, revealing a large section of her fair and slender waist.

Since she couldn't put on any pants, Zhao Yanxi simply didn't wear any. She wore a dark gray JK mini skirt with black over-the-knee stockings.

Zhao Yanxi put her left hand on her hip and held a pair of toy handcuffs in her right hand, waving them at Ding Heng.

"Don't move! Police!"

Ding Heng remained silent for a long time.

"Where...did you get these clothes?"

"In my first year of junior high, my school put on a skit, and I played a policeman."

Zhao Yanxi proudly raised her chin.

"Back then, I even thought about my daughter following in my father's footsteps."

"Then why didn't you go?"

"My mom won't allow it."

Zhao Yanxi pouted: "Going to police academy is too tough. Girls shouldn't have to suffer like that."

"So you want to have your fun with me today?"

"Hmm~"

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head, her police hat almost slipped off, and she reached out to steady it.

"Officer Zhao is going to give you a thorough interrogation today, you criminal suspect."

She took a step forward, her knee resting against Ding Heng's side, looking down at him from above.

"You are suspected of having multiple relationships simultaneously, deceiving young women, involving a large sum of money, and the circumstances are serious. I am now formally arresting you. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."

She raised the handcuffs and commanded sternly, "Put your hands out!"

Ding Heng obediently extended his hand.

With a "click," the toy handcuffs locked onto Ding Heng's wrists.

Zhao Yanxi nodded in satisfaction and fastened the other end of the handcuffs to her wrist.

Then she took a step and sat directly on Ding Heng's lap.

Two long legs, encased in black stockings, were spread apart and straddled Ding Heng's waist.

She placed one hand on Ding Heng's chest and the other hand on his chin.

"Suspect, do you know your crime?"

The dim light from the desk lamp cast a warm glow on Zhao Yanxi's eyebrows and eyes, making them appear exceptionally bright.

She was both pleased and a little shy.

She was clearly trying to appear dignified, but it just looked like she was being coquettish.

Ding Heng's Adam's apple bobbed.

What crime have I committed?

"Still dare to be stubborn?"

Zhao Yanxi squinted and leaned closer, her nose almost touching his.

"Tell me honestly, how many girlfriends do you have?"

"Um……"

Ding Heng thought about it carefully.

"you guess."

"you!"

Zhao Yanxi glared at him angrily and lightly punched Ding Heng's chest.

"No joking around! Be serious!"

Ding Heng suppressed a laugh and put on a stern face.

"Officer, you're my only girlfriend."

"Liar!"

"real."

"Then what's with those photos on your phone?"

"What photo?"

"Those women's videos and photos!"

Zhao Yanxi suddenly lowered her head and gently bit Ding Heng's lips.

It's not heavy, it's like a kitten chewing its teeth.

"This is punishment."

She stepped back slightly, raising her chin triumphantly.

"If you don't tell the truth, there's something even worse."

How ruthless?

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow.

Zhao Yanxi did not answer, but gently traced her fingertips across Ding Heng's collarbone.

"Officer Zhao's interrogation techniques are not something that ordinary people can withstand."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

Her fingers slid down Ding Heng's chest, unbuttoning his pajamas one button at a time.

"You'd better tell the truth, or else..."

She leaned down and pressed her lips to Ding Heng's earlobe, her breath warm.

"You're not getting any sleep tonight."

Ding Heng took a deep breath.

This isn't an interrogation, this is a death sentence.

"police officer."

"Ok?"