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

Zhao Yanxi sat in the passenger seat, looking down as she counted her "spoils of war" for the day, muttering to herself.

"Shoes for Dad...skincare products for Mom...hair clip for Jingjing...hmm, all done!"

"You've spent all 2500?"

"more or less!"

Zhao Yanxi carefully put the things away, then suddenly turned to the side and looked at Ding Heng mysteriously.

"Oh, and there's also a gift for you, Brother Ding Heng!"

"I'm involved too?"

"Of course, close your eyes!"

Ding Heng glanced at her and closed his eyes as instructed.

The next second, a sweet fragrance wafted over me, followed by an extremely gentle, cool and soft touch on my lips.

Like a feather gently brushing past, touching and then separating.

Ding Heng opened his eyes again. Zhao Yanxi had already returned to her seat, her face flushed, but she tried to remain calm.

"How is it? The vanilla-flavored lip balm, is it delicious?"

Ding Heng gently wiped his lower lip with his fingertip, a slightly cool and sweet scent still lingering on his lips.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Zhao Yanxi pretend to be bold despite her obvious shyness.

This girl is just like a cat; she'll come up to you every now and then, tease you, and hiss a couple of times, all just to get your attention.

Appropriate "punishment" might actually be a reward for her!

Ding Heng jokingly responded, "It was too fast, I didn't even get a taste."

Zhao Yanxi blushed even more, glared at him coquettishly, and said in a resentful tone, "If you really want to eat, don't always make the girl take the initiative."

Before she could finish speaking, Ding Heng suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned sharply towards the passenger seat.

Zhao Yanxi felt a sudden darkness before her eyes as a strong masculine presence enveloped her, and then she was firmly pressed against the back of the chair.

The next second, Ding Heng lowered his head and kissed the girl.

Unlike last time in the hotel lobby, when I had to deal with Tang Hainuo's stiff "performance".

This time it's real, warm, with undeniable power, lingering and patient.

Zhao Yanxi's mind went blank. Her hands gripped the car seat tightly without her noticing, her fingertips trembling slightly.

A surge of heat rose from the base of her spine and quickly spread to her limbs and bones, making her feel weak all over and her heart pound so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

That's right!

The last one didn't count at all!

This is what a first kiss should feel like!

After an unknown amount of time, just as Zhao Yanxi felt she was about to suffocate, Ding Heng slowly stepped back.

The two remained very close, their noses almost touching, and their breaths could be clearly heard.

Ding Heng gazed into the girl's misty eyes and asked, "Is that enough?"

Zhao Yanxi was still immersed in the afterglow, her mind was dizzy, and her heart was still pounding like a drum. She nodded almost subconsciously.

"Would you like to do it again?"

"No...no...anymore."

The kitten, which had been hissing just moments before, became docile again.

Zhao Yanxi finally realized that Ding Heng was neither the "good person" her father judged him to be, nor the "bad person" she had hoped for.

He can be a "warm man" who adheres to principles, but when necessary, he can also take advantage of both her and Wenjing without any psychological pressure.

Throughout the entire process, Ding Heng held all the initiative in their relationship.

"Alright then..."

Ding Heng sat back in the driver's seat, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Remember to change to orange flavor next time!"

"Oh...meow~"

The kitten obediently responded.

Chapter 44: Come back to sleep with me?

Two days later, Zhao Yanxi left Xingcheng and returned to Zhuzhou to prepare for the start of the school year.

Also taken away was Wen Shu, who was already eager to play but was constantly reminded by her older sister Wen Jing to study hard.

Without that always energetic purple-haired girl, life suddenly became quiet, empty, and slightly boring...

That evening, Ding Heng drove to the McDonald's as usual.

Usually, the two girls would come out together, chattering away, with Wenjing always following half a step behind Zhao Yanxi.

Today, Wenjing is all alone.

The little rabbit dawdled out of McDonald's, stopped at the door and looked around. When it saw the familiar Changan SUV, it lowered its head and ran over with small steps.

She instinctively reached for the back door, then paused, turned around, opened the passenger door, and got in.

Ding Heng handed over a bottle of iced mineral water: "Here, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Wenjing took the water and took a sip: "I'll just grab something to eat at the hotel."

"Row."

Ding Heng started the car.

After dinner, Ding Heng accompanied Wen Jing into the elevator and finally swiped his card to enter the executive suite where they had been staying for more than a month.

The door closed behind me with a soft "click".

Without Zhao Yanxi fiddling with things, watching videos, or chatting loudly, the large suite felt incredibly empty and quiet.

Wenjing stood in the entryway and saw Ding Heng naturally lie down on the sofa, and she was at a loss for what to do.

In the past, Ding Heng rarely went into their rooms on his own initiative. Even if they occasionally ate together in the room, he would leave quickly after the meal.

This is probably the first time I've seen someone "linger and refuse to leave" like this!

Wen Jing looked at Ding Heng, who was slumped on the sofa, her fingers unconsciously twisting together: "You...you..."

Ding Heng looked up at her, his smile unreadable: "What, you don't welcome me in for a seat?"

"No, no!"

Wenjing quickly shook her head, her face slightly flushed.

This room was originally intended for her and Zhao Yanxi by Ding Heng, so what right does she have to not welcome them?

The sudden alone time between the two of them made her feel more nervous than ever before.

She walked over silently and sat down on the single sofa next to Ding Heng, with a coffee table between them.

Neither of them spoke, and they just sat there for a while before Ding Heng suddenly burst out laughing.

Wenjing looked over, puzzled.

Ding Heng teased, "Do you and Yan hope usually just sit like this in your room, staring at each other?"

Wenjing wanted to laugh at his words, but she held back and shook her head: "No."

"So what do you usually do?"

"We just... take a shower, tidy up, check our phones, chat for a bit, and then go to sleep."

Wenjing answered honestly.

"Oh."

Ding Heng nodded, gesturing with his chin towards the bathroom: "Then go ahead."

"what?"

Wenjing was taken aback.

"Go take a shower, isn't that your usual routine?"

Ding Heng spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Wenjing blushed again.

In front of Ding Heng... go take a bath?

Even though there was a door between us, something still felt off.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wenjing finally gave a soft "hmm," picked up her change of clothes, went into the bathroom, and gently closed the door.

Soon, the sound of dripping water came from the bathroom.

Ding Heng casually scrolled through short videos, his face showing no particular expression.

About twenty minutes later, the sound of water stopped.

Wenjing returned to her previous seat and sat down again, her body carrying a fresh fragrance mixed with the scent of shower gel.

Ding Heng turned his head to look.

The girl was wearing a light pink cotton loungewear set, a simple and unpretentious style with short sleeves and shorts.

Her long hair was still wet, and she covered it with a hair drying cap, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

She had no makeup on, no deliberate dressing up, her skin was flushed and rosy from the heat, and her eyes were moist; she looked the simplest and cleanest.

Like an ordinary girl who has just come home and unloaded all her burdens, she exudes an unguarded softness and cuteness.

Ding Heng put down his phone, his gaze lingering on her for two seconds.

Wenjing felt uncomfortable under his gaze and, trying to make conversation, asked, "Are you... are you going to take a shower too?"

"I'll wash? What will I do after washing?"