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

Ding Heng feigned ignorance: "Where did these five come from?"

"We're not blind."

Hua Qing raised her hand and forcefully stabbed Ding Heng in the chest. The force was not great, but the meaning was clear.

Ding Heng smiled awkwardly. There was no need to hide his interactions with Bai Ma anymore. Perhaps he should find an opportunity to invite her to join him in a team match.

When asked to speak again, Ding Heng simply changed the subject: "Speaking of which, senior, you haven't danced for me alone in a long time."

Hua Qing's pretty face flushed slightly: "What's wrong...? It's inconvenient."

"No, I want to see it."

"Don't……"

"Don't worry, they haven't gotten up yet."

"Hate……"

Hua Qing eventually gave in.

What do you want to see?

"I'll watch whatever my senior dances."

Hua Qing seemed to have a sudden inspiration and sat up from his arms.

"Then sit down."

Ding Heng sat down as instructed.

Hua Qing didn't change her clothes; she was still wearing the loose nightgown she had on when she woke up, with the neckline slightly open.

She stood barefoot on the floor, exposing her entire body to the morning sunlight.

The starting position is an extremely slow side turn, with the waist twisting and long hair sliding down to one shoulder, revealing a smooth back of the neck.

She started her fingers from her collarbone, slowly moving them up her neck, her fingertips tracing her throat, her jaw, and finally stopping at her lips.

The fairy's eyes were no longer aloof and distant, but seemed to have fallen into the demonic path, carrying a kind of lazy and nonchalant charm.

She began to move around Ding Heng.

Her steps were light, her waist swayed gently with each step, the hem of her nightgown swayed softly beside her legs, and the morning light bathed her thighs in a soft glow.

She went behind Ding Heng and leaned down, her fingers slowly sliding down the man's chest, stopping at his abdominal muscles and drawing a small circle.

Then she stepped back, two steps away, and began to truly stretch her body.

Her waist was bent backward, and her long hair hung down, almost touching the ground.

The hem of her nightgown slid up, revealing her flat stomach and more of her fair thighs. Then she walked up to Ding Heng, spread her legs, and sat directly on his lap.

It's hard to imagine that the future principal of classical dance would perform a hot, trendy dance in front of men, enough to make any man's blood boil.

Their breaths mingled as Ding Heng reached out and grabbed Hua Qing's slender waist, pulling her into his arms.

Just then...

"Wow."

A gasp of surprise came from the doorway.

Hua Qing froze instantly and turned her head sharply.

Lin Man was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Sister Qing, Sister Qing."

She drawled, "When did you learn that? It's indecent!"

Hua Qing blushed, broke free from Ding Heng's embrace, and hurriedly straightened her nightgown, her tone embarrassed and annoyed.

"Do I need to learn this? I just stumbled upon it and learned it after watching it once."

"is it?"

Lin Man walked in with a smile: "You didn't learn this specifically for the boss, did you?"

"No way!"

Hua Qing's voice rose, her ears turning so red they were almost bleeding.

Ding Heng interjected at the right moment: "Alright, it's early in the morning, Lin Man, stop teasing your senior."

"Good good..."

Lin Man responded verbally, but couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

Hua Qing turned her head and said, "I'm going to have breakfast," before quickly leaving the room, almost fleeing in panic.

Taking the opportunity, Lin Man stepped forward and sat on Ding Heng's lap, teasingly saying, "Boss wants to see this thing? Maybe I can dance better than my senior."

Ding Heng ignored him and asked coldly, "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

"Um……"

Seeing Ding Heng's serious expression, Lin Man also stopped teasing him and hesitated to speak.

Ding Heng sighed: "Speak plainly."

Lin Man hesitated for a few seconds: "Boss, have you noticed Yan hope's condition?"

"I have noticed."

Ding Heng's answer was crisp and concise.

"Does the boss want to talk to Yan hope?"

Lin Man wasn't surprised. Just like Hua Qing had said, none of the women could hide their thoughts from Ding Heng.

Ding Heng continued, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He wasn't too worried about Zhao Yanxi.

It's not hard to guess what the kitten is thinking. It's just that the coffee shop is not doing well, and the frustration is building up, so she's starting to make things difficult for herself again.

In short, it's not a big problem... At worst, I can just give her another ball of yarn as a toy. I have plenty of ways to make her happy again.

Lin Man nodded, said nothing more, got up and followed Hua Qing to have breakfast.

The room fell silent.

Ding Heng returned to the master bedroom and looked at the bed.

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing were curled up in bed. The two best friends were exhausted last night and showed no signs of waking up.

Wenjing slept in a very proper posture, with a faint smile on her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Zhao Yanxi's sleeping posture was unrestrained and bold, with her face flushed and drool covering the pillow.

Ding Heng didn't want to disturb the two, but he couldn't help reaching out to pinch their cute cheeks.

As soon as the finger reached to the side of Zhao Yanxi's face, the girl's eyelids twitched slightly, and she opened her eyes a crack, still half asleep.

When her eyes met Ding Heng's, she was stunned for a second, and then almost instinctively opened her arms, making a coquettish gesture as if she wanted a hug, her voice muffled and soft.

"Brother Ding Heng, give me a hug..."

Ding Heng smiled indulgently, pulled her out of bed, and let her lean against him.

"Little lazybones, time to get up and have breakfast?"

"Meow!"

Zhao Yanxi buried her face in his chest and mumbled indistinctly, "Not hungry..."

"Shall I make you a cup of coffee?"

The word "coffee" seemed to touch a sensitive spot on Zhao Yanxi's skin, causing her to suddenly lift her head from Ding Heng's embrace, her eyes instantly becoming clear.

"Let's go have breakfast then."

"Eh..."

Ding Heng patted the kitten's head and then reached out to pat the rabbit's cheek.

"Wake up, breakfast is ready."

Wenjing mumbled an "Mmm" in a daze and slowly sat up.

After washing up, the kitten and the rabbit followed Ding Heng to the restaurant.

The modified Tibetan breakfast retains its delicious flavor while also offering a rich array of ethnic characteristics.

Ding Heng sat down, and Zhao Yanxi stayed close to him, yawning lazily incessantly.

Wenjing, on the other hand, was completely awake. After sitting down next to Zhao Yanxi, she habitually poured everyone a glass of milk, showing her thoughtfulness and gentleness.

After breakfast, Ding Heng learned from the hotel manager that Bai Ma and Wen Shu had already driven off in an SUV, their destination unknown, only that they would be back in the evening.

Ding Heng didn't pay any attention and let them do as they pleased.

After discussing it with the other four girls, they decided to change into matching Tibetan costumes and take photos on the meadow near the hotel.

The hotel immediately arranged four sets of Tibetan robes in different colors: red, green, blue, and purple, with thick fabrics and exquisite embroidery.

After changing their clothes, the group arrived at the filming location, walking around and stopping occasionally to let Ding Heng take a few photos.

Regarding ethnic costumes, Zhao Yanxi is the most suitable among the four girls, perfectly embodying the youthful and energetic Zhuoma, but she is completely lacking her usual liveliness, as if she has lost her beloved little lamb.

After a while, she finally stopped and rubbed her temples.

"I'm experiencing some altitude sickness, so I'll go back to the car and rest for a while."

Ding Heng glanced at her, but didn't expose her; he simply nodded.

"Go."

Zhao Yanxi turned around and walked back to the parking lot, opened the car door, sat in the back seat, and let out a long breath.

Not long after, the back door was opened again.

Ding Heng sat down and closed the door behind him.

"High-reverse?"

He joked, "Nyingchi is known as a high-altitude oxygen bar, how could you get altitude sickness there?"