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

"Be gentle... I have to go on stage tomorrow."

"Look how well-behaved the senior is!"

The high heels had been kicked off at some point and landed on the carpet next to the sofa.

"Be gentle...it hurts!"

Hua Qing pleaded again, even more humbly than before.

Ding Heng didn't answer, but instead gripped the fairy's hair tightly.

…………

I don't know how much time has passed.

The commotion gradually subsided.

Hua Qing nestled in Ding Heng's arms, the white stockings on her thighs nowhere to be seen, her dress crumpled and tossed at the foot of the bed.

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her breathing had not yet fully calmed down.

Ding Heng picked up the remote control and turned on the TV at the foot of the bed.

Pick any old movie and turn the volume down.

Hua Qing didn't open her eyes; she was still recovering her strength.

"Senior."

"Ah."

"Yan hope is planning to open a coffee shop."

"A coffee shop?"

Hua Qing opened her eyes, her face full of confusion.

Like Ding Heng, she was quite certain that Zhao Yanxi's coffee shop was a money-losing business.

"Yes, it was Lin Man who gave her the idea."

"So...you basically bought her a toy to help her pass the time?"

"It's alright, it won't cost much."

For Ding Heng now, a coffee shop really doesn't lose much money.

Hua Qing buried her face in the man's chest again: "What about my and Long He's management company? Are they also toys you bought with your money?"

Ding Heng joked, "That's far from enough. You two can probably still make money, right?"

Is it possible?

"I think so..."

Ding Heng's tone was somewhat hesitant.

Hua Qing gave a soft hum.

She knew perfectly well that in Ding Heng's eyes, the agency and the coffee shop were essentially the same thing—just necessary expenses to keep them afloat.

Ultimately, they're all just "pet toys."

In the past, Hua Qing would have felt disgusted.

Who would want to be kept like a canary?

But now...

She inexplicably felt at ease.

Ding Heng arranged everything for her, so she didn't have to worry or be anxious; she only needed to do what she was good at.

Dancing, and then occasionally being tormented by him.

Not bad...

"Senior."

"Ok?"

What time is the performance tomorrow?

"7:30."

"Did you reserve the ticket for me?"

"Yes. Front row."

"You're playing the Loulan princess, right?"

Hua Qing could roughly guess what the man was thinking, so she simply remained silent.

Ding Heng persisted, asking, "What kind?"

You'll see it tomorrow.

"Why don't you put it on now and let me see?"

Hua Qing raised her head and glared at Ding Heng with annoyance.

"do not want!"

"Take a look, maybe I can give you some advice."

"You know about dance costumes?"

"I don't understand, but I understand my senior sister very well!"

Hua Qing and Ding Heng stared at each other for a few seconds before Hua Qing finally gave in.

"You promise first! You won't ruin the clothes."

"I promise!"

"Well……"

Hua Qing threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked into the walk-in closet, her legs still weak.

Ten minutes later, the walk-in closet door reopened.

When Hua Qing came out, Ding Heng's gaze stopped.

A dance dress in the style of the Western Regions.

A thin gold chain hung down her forehead, with a gemstone at the end, resting precisely between her eyebrows.

The light gold strapless top is covered with a thin purple tulle, and the edges are adorned with fine gold beads and sequins.

She wore a matching long skirt with a high waist that flared out from below her chest.

The skirt was made of layers of tulle, and a thin gold chain was tied at the waist, with a few small bells hanging down, making a soft tinkling sound with the girl's steps.

She is an ethereal fairy, untouched by worldly concerns, and possesses an exotic mystery and allure.

"come over."

Ding Heng issued the order.

"Well……"

Hua Qing looked reluctant, but still obediently walked over and stood still.

The Loulan princess on the Silk Road seemed destined to be captured by a foreign general...

Ding Heng reached out and gently plucked the bell at Hua Qing's waist.

jingle.

A crisp sound.

Is it pretty?

"Ah."

Ding Heng's gaze slowly moved downwards... collarbone, shoulders, the edge of the strapless top, the gold chain at the waist, and the ankles faintly visible beneath the hem of the skirt.

Finally, he raised his hand and gently pulled her, causing Hua Qing to lean forward and fall into the man's arms.

"You... you said you wouldn't ruin the clothes."

Ding Heng pressed his palm against her bare thigh.

"Princess, prisoners have no right to negotiate."

"Ugh...you bad guy!"

Hua Qing tried to resist, but to no avail.

Ding Heng slowly slid her hand up her inner thigh, her fingertips brushing against the edge of her skirt and touching the gold chain at her waist.

The bell rang again.

Ding Heng lowered his head and placed the gemstone between Hua Qing's eyebrows.

"Princess, be good! You don't want the country to be destroyed, do you?"

"Please...no."

Hua Qing buried her face in Ding Heng's shoulder and pleaded once again.

The night outside the window was deep and dark.

Black Bean had wandered back at some point, squatted at the bedroom door, and tilted its head to look inside.

Then it meows, wags its tail, and walks away again.

Chapter 289: Brothers with Romantic Minds?

Saturday night.

The performance on stage came to an end, and the audience erupted in applause.

Ding Heng sat in the front row clapping, his expression playful.