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

Wenjing stared wide-eyed in surprise: "You...when did you prepare this?"

"I started preparing after I agreed to your request that day."

Ding Heng squatted down beside the box, casually picked up a dust bag and looked at it, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Don't worry, they're all your size, you'll definitely be able to wear them."

Wenjing felt both touched and a little lost.

She instinctively wanted to ask, "These must be very expensive," but the words caught in her throat. Then, looking up at the entire luxurious suite, she remembered Yan hope's half-joking remark: "At times like these, bringing up money is the worst thing that can ruin the mood!"

She swallowed her words back, instead whispering her thanks, and then laboriously lifted the suitcase.

"I...I'll go change."

The walk-in closet is as big as a small boutique.

Wenjing closed the door, looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and began to open the dust bags.

The first outfit is a light yellow fitted dress with soft fabric, a fresh style, and delicate lace trim, giving it a sweet and gentle girlish look.

After changing her clothes, Wenjing looked at herself in the mirror. Although her curves were still noticeable, the overall fit was still quite good and not exaggerated.

She opened the door somewhat shyly and went out.

Ding Heng had already set up his camera and tripod and was adjusting the light by the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Hearing the voice, he turned around, looked Wenjing up and down, and nodded: "That's good, just stand by the window, be natural."

The filming process went more smoothly than Wenjing had imagined.

Ding Heng was very professional, guiding her to pose and adjust her expression with patience, and occasionally cracking a little joke to ease her tension.

Under his lens, Wenjing gradually relaxed. Although she was still shy, the light in her eyes grew brighter.

After the photoshoot, Ding Heng told her to change into the next outfit.

The second outfit is a preppy plaid shirt and pleated skirt, paired with knee-high socks and loafers.

The third outfit is a relaxed-looking knit sweater paired with a long skirt.

The fourth outfit is a simple white shirt and khaki shorts...

The styles were different, but they all seemed to be beautiful clothes carefully selected for her, suitable for her age, and the sizes were just right.

For each set of photos, Ding Heng carefully searched for suitable lighting and backgrounds, taking pictures from different angles.

His focus inspired Wenjing, allowing her to temporarily set aside her distractions and immerse herself in the feeling of being intently watched and recorded by the camera.

The two ordered a simple meal at the hotel for lunch, and then continued...

After shooting the fifth set of photos, Ding Heng looked at the preview on the camera and nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, shall we go change into the next outfit?"

Wenjing tugged at her skirt and whispered to confirm, "Do we have to change everything?"

Of course.

Ding Heng didn't even look up, still checking the photos: "I prepared these carefully, it would be a shame not to try them all out and see how they turn out."

"okay."

She obediently agreed and walked into the spacious walk-in closet.

Ding Heng then picked up his phone and found the contact whose name was "Hua Yue (Clothing)".

[Ding Heng]: I received the clothes, they fit perfectly, thank you.

【Hua Yue】: [OK.jpg] You're welcome. I'm glad the boss is satisfied.

[Hua Yue]: By the way, do you need my help to keep this a secret from Yan hope? [Smirking while covering mouth.jpg]

Hua Yue is Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing's best friend. Her family runs a clothing business, and most of Zhao Yanxi's cosplay outfits come from her family.

Because of their previous contact, Ding Heng also added her on WeChat.

This girl is very shrewd. She talks about sisterly affection, but in reality, she's quite opportunistic. As long as the money is right, she doesn't care if you're trying to cheat on her two best friends.

Ding Heng placed a large order this time, and Hua Yue even took the initiative to provide Wen Jing's body measurements to ensure that the boss would be satisfied!

When asked about her "thoughtful" suggestion, Ding Heng didn't directly answer whether he needed it or not, but instead replied with a meaningful "you know what I mean" emoji.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Suddenly, the door to the dressing room was gently pulled open a crack. Wenjing didn't come out directly like she had before, but hid behind the door, only revealing half of her rosy face.

"Ding Heng...do you really need to change all these clothes?"

Ding Heng was looking down at the photos he had just taken when he heard this and looked up.

"What's wrong? Are you tired? Or is something not fitting?"

He thought the girl was tired of changing clothes or wasn't used to a certain style.

No, it's not that it doesn't fit.

Her quiet voice was barely audible: "Okay, then I'll continue changing..."

The door closed gently again.

Chapter 38: (Part 2) The Girl Takes Photos

The door to the walk-in closet was pushed open again.

Ding Heng turned around, preparing to give instructions on the next shooting location, but the words caught in his throat.

Wenjing stood at the door, wearing a perfectly fitted black JK uniform.

The short suit jacket tightly hugged his upper body, the buttons struggling to hold up the astonishing curve of his chest, as if they would burst open at any moment.

The white shirt underneath had a red bow tie at the collar, which looked exceptionally crisp thanks to its full support.

The most problematic part was the lower half; the black pleated skirt was shockingly short, with the hem only a dangerously narrow width between the top of the thigh and the hem.

Her legs were completely covered by a layer of matte black stockings.

The black was so pure, without the slightest reflection, yet it outlined every inch of the leg more fatally than any shiny stockings.

It smoothly wraps around the knees and calves, disappearing into the ankles, and finally ending with a pair of brown leather shoes.

Wenjing's hands hung helplessly at her sides, her fingers clutching the short hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down, but only making the folds more messy.

Her face was almost flushed red, and her eyes darted away, not daring to look at Ding Heng at all.

Ding Heng opened his mouth, and it took him several seconds to find his voice: "This set was also from the box?"

Wenjing lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "Um... there are still several sets in the box."

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Ding Heng's gaze wandered uncontrollably over Wen Jing's body, from the curves tightly wrapped in her uniform to her thighs pressed together under her short skirt.

This is quite different from the style of the "commemorative photo of a young girl" that he had envisioned.

But it must be admitted that this outfit looks good on Wenjing...

The contrast between the girl's innocent features and her uniform, and the collision between her shy demeanor and her alluring figure, create a visually striking effect that is almost overwhelming.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ding Heng cleared his throat, trying to sound serious: "This style is rather unique. But since we've prepared it, let's see how it goes."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his camera and looked at Wenjing through the viewfinder.

"Stand in front of that bookshelf, turn to the side, and... lower your head slightly. Don't look at me, look at the ground."

Wenjing did as she was told, her body stiff as a marionette.

Her legs, encased in black stockings, stood together with her knees slightly turned inward, a posture of extreme shyness.

"Relax..."

After pressing the shutter a few times, Ding Heng put down the camera: "You're too stiff right now. This outfit... needs a bit more presence..."

He stepped forward, gently placed his hand on Wenjing's shoulder, and felt the girl tremble for a moment.

"Come on, relax your shoulders, straighten your back... Yes, show off your neck."

Ding Heng's fingertips unintentionally brushed against the skin on the back of Wen Jing's neck.

"Okay, now slowly sit down on that high stool."

Wenjing sat down carefully, her short skirt riding up even higher as she sat, exposing large sections of her thighs covered in black stockings.

She quickly pressed her hand against the hem of her skirt, her eyes filled with panic.

"Yes, that's it. Look out the window, imagine you're waiting for someone, a little expectant, a little nervous..."

As Ding Heng spoke, he quickly pressed the shutter button.

The girl in the video, her eyes reddening with embarrassment, obediently followed instructions to strike suggestive poses; that contradiction was simply fatal.

After taking several photos of the seated poses, Ding Heng looked through the viewfinder and felt that something was missing.

He put down his camera and approached again, and Wenjing instinctively brought her legs together out of shyness.

"leg."

Ding Heng squatted down and gently tapped the outside of Wen Jing's knee with his fingers through the smooth, matte black stockings.

"Split it a little bit, not too much, just like that."

Wenjing recoiled as if burned, yet obediently opened her knees slightly apart.

This is the angle!

Ding Heng's breathing became heavy for a moment.

He quickly stepped back, picked up his camera again, and greedily captured the scene in his lens.

Wenjing kept her eyes tightly closed, her body trembling slightly, whether from shame or something else, it was hard to tell.

Filming has temporarily come to a halt.

Wenjing practically ran back to the dressing room to change out of the JK uniform that made her feel incredibly ashamed.