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

Wen Shu stood with her legs together, slowly leaned her upper body forward, and placed her hands near her knees.

The short skirt clung tightly to her thighs, and the white area between her knee-high socks and the hem of the skirt was tinged with a warm hue by the light.

After taking a few photos, Ding Heng felt something was missing, so he looked down at Wen Shu's legs.

"Pull your left sock down a little."

"Where to?"

Above the knees.

Ding Heng continued in a serious tone, "It's too neat if both sides are the same. One is higher and the other lower, which makes the picture more varied."

From a photographer's perspective, Wen Shu had no reason to refuse.

She reached out and hooked the top of her left sock, slowly pulling it down.

The skin that was originally covered by socks gradually became exposed, and the top of the socks eventually stopped above the knee, piling up into several messy folds.

"so?"

"A little lower."

Wen Shu did as instructed.

Ding Heng suddenly reached out and straightened the wrinkles for her, his fingertips inevitably brushing against her thigh.

Wen Shu's leg muscles were slightly tense, but she remained obediently seated without moving.

"Brother-in-law, you were the one who helped my sister back then?"

"Correct."

"She didn't dodge?"

"No."

Ding Heng looked up at her: "Are you going to hide?"

Wen Shu looked at Ding Heng again and mustered her courage: "I promised last night that I could be even more obedient than my sister."

Ding Heng smiled and picked up the camera again.

"Then look at the camera obediently!"

The sound of camera shutters clicking rang out one after another.

Ding Heng's demands became increasingly direct.

He had Wen Shu lie on her side on the bed, with one leg naturally straight and the other leg slightly bent.

Then she was made to turn over, kneel on the edge of the bed, and look back at the camera.

As her posture changed, the pink and white mini skirt shifted, and her over-the-knee socks went up and down, gradually giving the originally neat and complete Star Guardian look a messy, intimate feel.

Wen Shu's cheeks also began to flush.

"Lower your body a little more."

Ding Heng continued to direct through the viewfinder: "Don't look to the side, look at me."

In the final pose, Ding Heng had Wen Shu sit on the edge of the bed, reached out and grasped her right ankle, which was covered by a sock, and slowly lifted it toward the camera.

Wen Shu leaned back to support herself, gently straightening the insteps of her feet.

"Relax."

Ding Heng supported her calves with his palms, moving upwards from her ankles: "Bend your knees slightly, and don't straighten your skirt."

Wen Shu cooperated in turn.

This time, she didn't even ask what the footage would look like.

As long as Ding Heng speaks, she follows his instructions and adjusts accordingly, striving to meet his compositional needs.

Filming has finally wrapped up.

Ding Heng put down the camera and released Wen Shu's ankle.

Wen Shu had been in the same position for too long. Just as she was about to get up, her right leg went numb, and her body swayed forward uncontrollably.

Ding Heng reached out and put his arm around her waist, supporting her steadily.

The two briefly pressed together.

Wen Shu's wig hung down Ding Heng's shoulder, and her breathing was rapid due to tension.

Ding Heng did nothing further; he helped Wen Shu steady before letting go.

"That's all for today."

"First?"

Wen Shu keenly grasped the key words.

Ding Heng glanced at her: "Do you still want to continue?"

"I was just asking."

Wen Shu lowered her head to straighten her skirt and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Ding Heng took out the camera's memory card and put it into the card holder he carried with him.

"I'll take the photos with me first, and send them to you after I've fixed them."

"all?"

"Some photos are not suitable for being posted randomly."

Ding Heng said meaningfully, "It's better if you stay with me."

Wen Shu did not object.

She had seen Ding Heng's computer filled with private collections of various girls' memories, and even fantasized about having a folder with her own name in it.

The two returned to the living room. It was getting dark outside the window, and Wen Shu's stomach was rumbling because she hadn't eaten lunch.

She abandoned the idea of ​​cooking and suggested, "Brother-in-law, how about we go out to eat?"

"Row."

Ding Heng picked up his camera bag: "I'll book a restaurant. Go change your clothes."

"it is good."

Wen Shu responded and called out again, "Brother-in-law."

Ding Heng turned around: "Hmm?"

Was I a good girl today?

"Barely acceptable."

"How does it compare to my sister?"

"Your sister?"

Ding Heng reached out and brushed aside the messy wig on her face, smiling slightly: "Your sister didn't have as many problems as you back then."

"Understood……"

Wen Shu is still smart.

She gradually realized that it wasn't easy to truly learn to behave.

In this respect, her older sister, Zhao Yanxi, Lin Man, and even Baima are all more talented than her...

Chapter 360: Covered Meal

Back in her room, Wen Shu prepared to change back into her everyday clothes.

At first, she planned to change back into a sweatshirt and trousers, but she hesitated in front of the closet. In the end, she picked out a light pink jacket and paired it with a black skirt and calf socks.

After removing her makeup and coming out of the bedroom, Ding Heng found Wen Shu already dressed and looked her up and down.

"So long?"

"Shouldn't a girl tidy herself up before going out?"

"Then why are you going out without makeup?"

"Does my brother-in-law think I look bad without makeup?"

Wen Shu picked up her car keys and tried to imitate Zhao Yanxi's coquettish manner: "If brother-in-law thinks you're embarrassed by not wearing makeup, then I'll go back and touch up my makeup now?"

Ding Heng smiled and took the car keys from Wen Shu's hand.

"Don't learn bad things instead of good ones."

Wen Shu is not Zhao Yanxi; she has her own style and characteristics. Deliberately imitating her would only make one appear like a poor copycat.

"Let's go, I'll drive."

"Oh……"

Feeling deflated, Wen Shu pouted and obediently followed Ding Heng.

Half an hour later, Ding Heng drove to a high-end hotel in the capital.

As soon as the vehicle entered the porch, the doorman greeted it.

The doorman had clearly anticipated Ding Heng's arrival, addressing him accurately as "Mr. Ding" and taking the car keys from him.

Upon entering the hotel, the lobby manager spotted Ding Heng from afar and immediately rushed over to greet him.

Good evening, Mr. Ding. It's been a long time!

Ding Heng nodded slightly, but did not stop walking.

The lobby manager was very familiar with Ding Heng's habits and preferences, so he didn't make any unnecessary small talk and personally escorted the two of them into the restaurant's private elevator.

The restaurant manager was already waiting upstairs and skillfully led the two into a private room by the window.

Ding Heng took the menu, barely glancing at it: "For two people, arrange the food according to our usual tastes. Keep the portions small, so we don't end up with a table full of food that we can't finish."

"Okay, Mr. Ding."