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

"Do you think she needs me to be with her right now, or you?"

The fact that Wenjing rushed to find Ding Heng in the rain immediately after leaving in a huff speaks volumes.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yanxi felt inexplicably uncomfortable, a mix of sourness and bitterness.

I don't know if it's Wen Jing who's being sarcastic, or Ding Heng.

Chapter 54: Before the Start of School

Back at the hotel, Wenjing had already changed her clothes and dried her hair, which was loosely draped over her shoulders.

But she still sat on the edge of the bed, her back to the door, staring blankly out the window.

Ding Heng placed the family bucket on the table, the paper bag rustling as its aroma filled the room.

"Let's eat something first."

Wenjing put on her slippers, slowly strolled to the table and sat down, her expression hesitant and as if she wanted to say something.

Ding Heng took out a hamburger and handed it to her: "Don't overthink it. Eat and rest well. We'll go back to Xingcheng this afternoon."

Wenjing took the hamburger and softly said "Mmm".

She lowered her head and began to eat.

He ate very slowly, taking small bites, but very seriously, as if he was trying to swallow something down with him.

Ding Heng then turned and went into the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, and brought it out to place at Wenjing's feet.

Wenjing bit into her hamburger, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Your foot is injured."

Ding Heng squatted down in front of her: "I bought a special ointment. I'll apply it and soak my feet in it."

After he finished speaking, he reached out to hold Wenjing's ankle.

The girl's body trembled slightly.

But she didn't hide.

He just lowered his head, his voice muffled.

"Thanks……"

"Why are you saying thank you again?"

Ding Heng grabbed her ankle and pulled her foot out of her slipper.

Those small, delicate jade feet fell into his palm.

It was very small and very white, like it was carved from the finest mutton fat jade.

The instep is smooth and delicate, with faint blue vein patterns visible.

Her toes were rounded, and her nails were neatly trimmed with a faint pink hue.

But there were several small wounds on the soles of his feet.

Some of them had already scabbed over, while others were still faintly red, traces of running barefoot on the rough surface.

Ding Heng frowned and took out the tube of ointment from his pocket.

"This is……"

"ointment."

Wenjing said "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions.

Ding Heng unscrewed the lid.

What comes out is a transparent, slightly shimmering gel-like cream with a smooth texture and a very faint, indescribable fragrance.

It was translucent and didn't look like medicine; it looked more like a carefully blended essential oil.

He applied the clear ointment to Wenjing's instep.

It's cold.

Wenjing's toes curled slightly.

Ding Heng pressed his thumb on it and began to apply the ointment.

Start from the instep and slowly, little by little, push it open.

The transparent cream melted on the skin, making the already fair complexion even more radiant and giving it a subtle glow.

Ding Heng's big toe slid along the curve of his instep, and his quiet breathing faltered.

Her feet are very sensitive.

From a young age, whenever she was playing with her younger sister, she couldn't last more than three seconds if her feet were tickled.

But she dared not hide at that moment.

She could only bite into the hamburger, trying to distract herself with the food and manage to keep her breathing steady.

"Well……"

Wenjing couldn't help but let out a very soft whisper.

She quickly swallowed the food and swallowed the sound back down.

Ding Heng raised his head and glanced at her.

The girl's face was already flushed.

Her cheeks flushed red down to her ears, then from her ears to her neck; her eyes drooped, and her eyelashes trembled incessantly.

She didn't know if she was nervous or... excited.

at last.

Ding Heng released his hand.

"All right."

Wenjing let out a long breath.

She thought it was over.

But Ding Heng did not stand up.

He held her feet in his hands and gently, slowly, placed them into the basin of warm water.

A warm touch enveloped me.

Wenjing looked at her feet, which were submerged in water, and then at Ding Heng.

He squatted down in front of her, his hands resting on the edge of the basin.

"Soak it for a while to allow the medicine to be absorbed."

"Ah."

Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

Ding Heng did not leave.

He just squatted there, watching her feet soaking in the water.

Those feet looked even more lustrous in the shimmering water, their toes slightly curled, occasionally twitching gently and creating tiny ripples.

He suddenly reached out and gently stirred the surface of the water with his fingers.

Ripples spread out, brushing against the back of her feet.

Wenjing's toes curled up again.

"itch?"

"A little."

Your feet seem a little sensitive.

"Sorry……"

"Why apologize? It's not a bad thing."

Ding Heng smiled.

He didn't say anything more, just continued to squat, occasionally reaching out to splash the water, letting the warm liquid flow down her insteps.

ten minutes.

Maybe longer.

Wenjing didn't know how she got through those ten minutes.

When Ding Heng finally said, "Okay, take it out," her legs felt a little weak.

She lifted her feet out of the water.

Water droplets slid down the instep and dripped back into the basin, making a crisp sound.

My own feet—

Wenjing was stunned.

The tiny cuts on the soles of my feet have disappeared.

There wasn't even a trace left.

My skin is whiter, softer, and smoother than before, like the skin of a newborn baby.

The pale blue veins are faintly visible, like the lightest stroke in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

She lifted her foot and took a closer look.

There are no scars.

There was no scab.

Nothing at all.

Ding Heng picked up a towel from the side, wrapped it around her feet, and gently dried them.