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

Wenjing quickly turned around to turn off the stove, looking flustered.

"As long as it tastes good."

"Feed me another piece."

"Are you going to use chopsticks to pick it up yourself...?"

"Then shall I feed you?"

"Well!"

Wenjing had no choice but to obey and picked up another piece of meat to feed Ding Heng.

At the same time, the system interface appeared.

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 89%

We're about to break through!

Before Ding Heng could get excited, his phone rang again.

Caller ID: [Lucky Zhao]

Chapter 47: Purification Value Almost Full

The moment the phone screen lit up, the warm, cozy atmosphere in the kitchen seemed to be torn open.

Ding Heng remained expressionless and pressed the call button to connect to speakerphone.

"Brother Ding Heng—!"

Zhao Yanxi's voice boomed from the receiver, as energetic as ever.

"What are you doing?"

"We were just about to eat."

"Is this time for lunch?"

Zhao Yanxi, channeling Sherlock Holmes, asked, "Wenjing is next to you, isn't she?"

Wenjing was fiddling with the beef in the pot when she heard this, she shrank back and replied guiltily, "Um... I'm here."

"I knew it."

Zhao Yanxi hummed twice on the other end, her tone becoming cheerful again.

"I received the beef and wine! We had guests over today, and my dad immediately brought them out to entertain them. He especially liked the wine; he was flushed from drinking so much and told me to thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like it, Uncle."

"Hehe! My parents will be taking me to university in a few days. See you then, Brother Ding Heng."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a "ding" sounded from the kitchen—the steamer timer went off.

Wenjing hurriedly turned around to lift the pot lid, and steam billowed up. She instinctively exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, the fish is ready!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"You...aren't you at the hotel?"

Zhao Yanxi's voice suddenly dropped in pitch.

Ding Heng didn't try to hide anything and explained, "Wenjing was scared to stay in a hotel alone, so she moved to my house."

A soft sigh came through the receiver.

"Xiao Jingjing, your move... was still too ruthless. I can't outsmart you, sister!"

Wenjing carefully took the steamed fish out of the pot, her face flushed as if from the steam.

"Yan hope, don't talk nonsense..."

"Okay, okay, I won't disturb your meal anymore, bye!"

The phone call ended, and three dishes and a soup were served.

After the meal, Ding Heng took the initiative to clear the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen. Wen Jing got up to take them, but Ding Heng refused.

"I'll wash it. You've been busy all day, take a break."

"That won't do..."

"You cook, I wash the dishes, our division of labor is clear."

Ding Heng turned on the tap and began to get busy.

Wenjing didn't insist any further. She stood aside, took the bowls that Ding Heng had washed, dried them one by one with a cloth, and put them into the sterilizer.

The two stood side by side, and Ding Heng suddenly asked, "Wenjing, when do you plan to go back to Zhuzhou?"

Wenjing did the math: "Ten days from now, just in time to finish this month's work."

Have you prepared everything for the start of school?

"I don't have much luggage, so there's nothing to prepare. Xingcheng is close to Zhuzhou, so I can just go back there if necessary."

After washing the last dish, Ding Heng changed the subject: "Wenjing, you don't have a computer yet, do you?"

Wenjing paused in her wiping of the dishes, but did not respond.

Ding Heng continued, "It's inconvenient not having a computer at university. Have you thought about what kind to buy?"

Wenjing remained silent, quietly placing the dried bowl into the sterilizer.

"Then I'll make the decision for you?"

Ding Heng took out his phone and said, "Order now, and it should arrive in the next day or two."

Wenjing tightened her grip on the rim of the bowl.

This time, however, she seemed to have figured something out, as she didn't even offer symbolic "no need," "too expensive," or "I'll figure it out myself."

She responded softly, "Thank you."

Ding Heng turned to face Wen Jing, grinned, and said, "Thank you, but don't say it too soon. This time it's not free."

Wenjing's heart suddenly started racing.

Has what was destined to happen finally arrived?

No, actually we arrived a little late.

From meeting at the comic convention, to staying in a hotel for free, to working a summer job, to those clothes, to moving into this house—she has been accepting everything, but has never really responded to anything.

And all she seemed to be able to respond with was that little bit of something...

Wenjing folded the rag and placed it by the sink.

She neither looked up nor flinched; she simply stood there quietly, as if awaiting some kind of verdict.

"Wenjing..."

After placing the order, Ding Heng put away his phone and posed a leading question.

What do you think I like most about you?

Wenjing subconsciously looked down at the two soft, round mounds that were still clearly defined despite being wrapped up in loose loungewear.

But she couldn't bring herself to give that embarrassing answer, so she ended up downplaying the issue.

"You...you like to pinch my face."

Her voice was broken and hesitant, filled with deep embarrassment.

Ding Heng smiled; the answer was within his expectations.

"So what if I want to pinch your cheeks?"

"Just obediently offer your face for me to rub, don't resist..."

Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, and her cheeks were burning hot.

"Good boy!"

Ding Heng's tone was like rewarding an obedient little animal.

"Also, as you know, I like to take pictures. Sometimes I see beautiful scenery and want to record it, but simply taking pictures of the scenery is too monotonous. That's when I need a model... Isn't it a coincidence that we go to the same university?"

Wenjing just let out a confused nasal sound, "Hmm?"

Ding Heng said slowly and deliberately, "But the university is so big. If I want to take photos, you have to make it easy for me to find you, right?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"so what……?"

"From now on, your messages will always be pinned to the top of my phone, and will be my highest priority!"

Wenjing's proactive answer pleased Ding Heng greatly.

He reached out and gently pinched Wenjing's cheek. The feel was as good as ever, like a fine glutinous rice ball, soft and bouncy.

"If I message you wanting to pinch your cheeks, or if I need you to be my model..."

"I'll get there as fast as I can!"

"very good!"

Ding Heng continued to guide him.

"Furthermore, as my model, when you buy clothes or do your styling, shouldn't you also consider my aesthetic sense and feelings?"

"Um……"

Wenjing was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak.

"Think about it..."

Ding Heng's tone was tinged with worry: "What if you buy clothes I don't like, or choose the wrong style or color, and you don't look good in my photos..."