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

He paused deliberately, looking at Wenjing expectantly.

Under Ding Heng's persuasive words, Wen Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"So before buying clothes, they need to take photos of you trying them on and send them to you. Only if you think they look good can you buy them!"

"All the clothes?"

"Hmm...all the clothes!"

Wenjing felt her cheeks burning.

Ding Heng pinched her face a little harder and said, "Also, Wenjing, do you know when you look your best?"

"Wh...when?"

"She just finished her bath, her little face was all pink from the hot water, and the water droplets rolled down her neck...so clean and innocent!"

Ding Heng gently ran his fingers across Wen Jing's cheek, mimicking the trajectory of a water droplet.

Do you know what I mean?

"understand……"

"That's a good boy!"

Ding Heng then pinched her soft earlobe and gently rubbed it.

Do you have anything to add?

"I……"

Wenjing fell silent, and only the two of them breathed softly in the kitchen.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to almost give up entirely.

"After school starts, I will proactively send you my class schedule in advance, marking the free time slots, and then make a memo based on your free time!"

Ding Heng didn't speak, but continued to stroke her earlobe.

Wenjing's voice trembled slightly: "I'll only contact you when you're free, and if you contact me, I'll definitely try my best to be available!"

"Is there still the usual good morning and good night greetings?"

"We guarantee there will be no interruption!"

"Row!"

Ding Heng patted the girl's head, as if giving her a reward.

He hadn't expected Wenjing to be so quick-witted, grasping things so easily.

Then Ding Heng slightly suppressed his smile, and his tone suddenly changed.

"One more thing, you're so pretty and cute, you're bound to meet all sorts of people who want to get to know you, especially boys, whether you're at school or outside."

Wenjing's body tensed slightly.

"Actually, I'm a very stingy person."

Ding Heng solemnly advised, "So if you plan to participate in on-campus or off-campus activities with your friends, especially in situations where other boys might be present, such as club gatherings, social events, etc... or..."

He paused briefly.

"At any time, if anyone, regardless of gender, says or does anything that makes you feel unhappy, uncomfortable, or scared... remember this!"

Ding Heng's tone was resolute and forceful, conveying a strong sense of security.

"Call me right now! No matter where you are, I'll find you immediately and help you solve your problem, understand?"

"I...I understand!"

Wenjing's eyes suddenly felt a little hot, and she nodded vigorously.

She didn't feel that her private life was being "interfered with" at all, nor did she feel that she was being "controlled".

I just realized that I could be cherished and loved so deeply by someone.

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 94%

[Ding! Purification value exceeds 90%, milestone achieved!]

[Rewards: +500 Divine Merit, +3 Agility, and the skill "True Sight" upgraded again!]

Ding Heng let out a long sigh of relief.

Sure enough, for Wenjing, this method was the most direct and effective.

That time he cursed at her sister in the car too.

He had to show her a strong enough "favoritism" so that the emptiness in her heart caused by long-term neglect could be quickly filled.

But—[Purification Value: 94%]

6% short.

Ding Heng snapped out of his thoughts and reassured her, "Go and rest. You have to go to work tomorrow."

Wenjing nodded quietly, like a little animal that had just been stroked, and left the kitchen.

She walked into the living room, then suddenly turned back.

Ding Heng was still standing by the stove, tidying up the spice bottles he had just used.

The warm yellow light fell on his shoulders.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"Good night……"

"Good night."

Wenjing turned and walked into the guest room, gently closing the door behind her.

Leaning against the door, she slowly slid down to the ground and buried her burning face in her knees.

She didn't know how much of Ding Heng's words were sincere and how much were a joke.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong for her to give in and comply without any bottom line, gradually surrendering all her boundaries.

But she knew.

She is willing.

Chapter 48: The Unbearable Reality

For the next few days, life was like slowly brewing tea.

Wenjing does her usual routine every day: making breakfast, going to work, coming home from get off work, buying groceries, cooking, and washing dishes.

Occasionally, when Ding Heng was playing games in the study, she would quietly stay by his side, feeding him fruit and drinks.

The purification value on the system panel jumped slowly, gradually increasing.

94, 95, 96, 97, 98 — [Purification Value: 99%]

1% short.

On Wenjing's last day at McDonald's, the manager paid her wages.

After 44 days, and deducting two days of leave, I received 3,500 yuan.

Ding Heng helped Wenjing collect the last few pieces of dried clothing, folded them neatly, and put them into her open suitcase.

When Wenjing came to Changsha, she only brought a small 20-inch suitcase, which contained a few changes of T-shirts, two pairs of casual pants, pajamas, and face wash—it was practically empty.

When I was about to go back, I couldn't close the suitcase.

Wenjing squatted on the ground, trying to zip up the suitcase a little more.

"Don't force yourself."

Ding Heng advised, "I'll put all those clothes that are inconvenient to wear back at the hotel for you, so you can wear them another time when you have the chance."

Wenjing understood that the clothes Ding Heng mentioned that were inconvenient to wear were the cheongsam, JK uniform, bunny girl outfit, etc. worn that day.

But why put it in a hotel?

When will I have the chance to wear it again?

Wenjing dared not think about it, nor dared she ask.

She just blushed and shyly murmured "Mmm".

Ding Heng took the dust bags, folded them, and put them into another tote bag.

"Okay, let's check again to see if there are any missed?"

"There shouldn't be any more."

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Wenjing turned around, took something out of her canvas bag, and handed it to Ding Heng.

"For you."

It was a dark gray scarf with fine, even stitches, and the ends showed signs of repeated alterations.

Ding Heng took it and unfolded it, asking in surprise, "You knitted this secretly?"

Wenjing scratched her head sheepishly, "Giving this in the middle of summer feels really weird..."

She wanted to give him something.

It doesn't need to be too expensive, but it should show your sincerity.

After much thought, the only gift I could come up with was a slightly clichéd hand-knitted scarf.

Ding Heng picked up the scarf, folded it in half, wrapped it around his neck, and adjusted the tightness.

"Perfect!"

Then he took off the scarf, folded it neatly, opened the wardrobe door, and solemnly put it inside: "Don't worry, you'll definitely see it in winter."