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

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: How do I open this?

Ding Heng was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

Good grief, you can't even unzip a compressed file?

He patiently sent her a voice message, guiding her step by step on how to decompress and view the files.

A while later.

[Good Luck Xiao Jing]: Yan hope told me I absolutely had to thank you, she was super satisfied with the photos!!!

With four exclamation marks, Ding Heng could feel Zhao Yanxi's excitement even through the screen.

Ding Heng: [Smiling] What about you?

The message "The other party is typing..." appeared intermittently at the top of the chat window for almost a minute. Ding Heng could almost picture the girl on the other side of the screen, holding her phone, frowning, typing and deleting repeatedly in a state of frustration.

In the end, all that was sent was a short sentence.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: I'm very satisfied too.

Ding Heng: Really?

【Lucky Little Jing】: Really! [Little rabbit nodding seriously.jpg]

Ding Heng smiled, deliberately teasing her.

[Ding Heng]: [Phoebe Q version hands on hips awesome.jpg] Mainly because our little "Phoebe" is so cute, she looks good no matter how you photograph her.

The message "The other party is typing..." appeared again, flashing repeatedly.

This time, the interval was even longer.

Finally, a message popped up that seemed to jump slightly off from the previous topic.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: Um... I'm sorry.

Ding Heng knew that Wen Jing was talking about the misunderstanding in the elevator.

He didn't feign magnanimity by saying "it's okay," nor did he press for "what I'm sorry for." He simply went along with it, bringing today's exchange to a gentle close.

[Ding Heng]: You should get some rest. I need to take a nap too.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: Hmm, good afternoon.

【Good Luck Xiaojing】: [Little Rabbit waving.jpg]

Chapter 6: Let the Man?

Inside the executive suite at Chujiang Hotel.

In the afternoon, Zhao Yanxi originally planned to explore the museum until closing time, but there were just too many people. People were trying to chat her up, asking for photos, and some were even secretly taking pictures of her with their phones, which annoyed her greatly.

Wenjing huddled behind her the whole time, like a frightened rabbit.

Before four o'clock, the three of them fled back to the hotel in a sorry state.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom; Hua Yue was taking a shower.

Zhao Yanxi had already taken a shower and removed her makeup. Wearing a loose, pure white short-sleeved shirt, she was bouncing around on the large mattress in the master bedroom, her two straight and slender legs bare.

Without her cosplay makeup, she exudes less of the deliberately created allure, revealing a more natural, youthful, and beautiful appearance.

She was a natural beauty, with fair and radiant skin, relaxed eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and long, wet black hair cascading over her shoulders, with tiny water droplets clinging to the ends, swaying gently as she moved.

The hem of her short-sleeved shirt only reached mid-thigh; with each leap, the hem fluttered up, revealing a glimpse of her firm, white buttocks…

"This bed is so comfortable!"

Zhao Yanxi jumped high again, then threw herself into the soft bedding, letting out a satisfied sigh.

I picked up my phone, and on the screen were the meticulously edited photos Ding Heng had sent me that afternoon.

She carefully looked through the photos, selected one of herself turning her head to the side with a lively look in her eyes, and neatly set it as her new WeChat profile picture.

Then he picked up the hotel brochure from the bedside table, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the pictures of the heated swimming pool, rooftop bar, and spa center.

"If I had known the afternoon session would be this boring, I would have preferred to stay at the hotel... This pool looks amazing, and that rooftop restaurant is supposed to have an unbeatable view... What a rip-off."

After muttering her complaints, she turned her gaze to the headboard.

Wenjing hadn't had a chance to shower yet, but she couldn't bear to wear that rough-made cosplay outfit anymore.

The wig, bowler hat, dress, sleeves, and boots were all taken off and carefully draped to one side.

Only the pure white pantyhose remained clinging to her skin, wrapping around her from her toes all the way to her waist.

The silk, as thin as a cicada's wing, shimmered with a hazy, pearly sheen under the overhead light, clearly outlining the soft lines of the girl's legs, as well as the delicate contours of her slightly undulating pink knees and ankles.

The edge of the stockings was cinched at the waist, forming a faint boundary with the fair skin.

She wore only a light blue cotton short-sleeved shirt that she had brought with her. The shirt was slightly loose, but it was still supported by the full curves of her chest, creating a breathtaking shadow that formed a suggestive area between the hem and her white stockings.

Zhao Yanxi moved over silently and suddenly hugged Wenjing from behind, resting her chin on Wenjing's thin shoulder.

"ah!"

Wenjing was so startled that she almost dropped her phone.

Zhao Yanxi grinned mischievously: "How far have you been chatting with your photographer? You've been so distracted all afternoon."

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Wenjing hurriedly locked the screen: "We didn't talk much at all. After sending the photos, he didn't send any more messages."

"is it?"

Zhao Yanxi clearly didn't believe her, and poked Wenjing's burning cheek with her finger: "Then what were you doing all afternoon, holding your phone so absentmindedly?"

"I...I'm replying to messages."

Wenjing quietly defended herself, then turned the screen back on and showed Zhao Yanxi the chat history: "Look, it's my sister. She asked if I wanted to do a part-time job during the summer vacation. There's a newly opened McDonald's that's hiring short-term workers, and the hourly wage is pretty good... Yanxi, do you want to go?"

Zhao Yanxi glanced at it casually, showing little interest.

She suddenly tilted her body and unceremoniously rested the back of her head on Wenjing's smooth, firm, and perfectly fitted white silk thighs.

"Hmm...it's quite soft."

Zhao Yanxi looked up, her vision filled with a huge shadow, from which she could vaguely glimpse the snow-white skin and delicate collarbone, rising and falling slightly with her quiet breathing.

She reached out as if possessed and gently poked the soft edge that was so close to her.

Hey! Zhao Yanxi, what are you doing!

Wenjing blushed and slapped away her best friend's mischievous hand, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Tsk, stingy."

Zhao Yanxi pouted, still resting her head on Wenjing's soft and comfortable thighs, her tone suddenly becoming serious.

"I said, are you really planning to take a summer job? Spending the whole summer in a fast food restaurant, sweating buckets, that's such a waste of time."

"What's in the way?"

"Let's date!"

"I...when did I say I wanted to be in a relationship..."

"Still pretending?"

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes: "Don't tell me you have absolutely no feelings for that Ding Heng?"

Wenjing instinctively wanted to retort, but something seemed to be blocking her throat.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "They...maybe they really just meant well..."

"Kindness?"

Zhao Yanxi suddenly sat up, grabbed Wenjing's shoulders with both hands, and forced her to look at her.

“Wenjing, we’ve graduated from high school and are adults now! Can’t we be more realistic? Ding Heng gave the three of us free, professionally edited photos and let us stay in a five-star hotel executive suite. Do you think he did it out of kindness?”

To put it bluntly, he definitely has feelings for you!

"Don't, don't talk nonsense."

Zhao Yanxi stirred up the ripples in Wenjing's heart that she had deliberately ignored.

There was a secret joy mixed with even more unease and shyness.

Zhao Yanxi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she adopted a tone that was half joking and half serious.

"Hey, Wenjing, can I talk to you about something?"

"Wh-what?"

"If you're really not interested in him, or don't want to talk about it for the time being... then how about giving him to me?"

Wenjing was completely stunned, staring blankly at Zhao Yanxi, her mind unable to process what was happening.

"Can this matter still be allowed?"

"Why not?"

Zhao Yanxi shrugged, exuding a reckless boldness.

"Let's get to know each other, see how it goes. If we get along, great; if not, forget it. At worst, I'll just sleep with you!"

"Me, you!"

Wenjing was stunned speechless by her best friend's blunt and inappropriate words.

Zhao Yanxi chuckled instead, reached out and ruffled Wenjing's hair, speaking in a deliberately mature tone.

"Didn't I tell you? I was so bored during my three years of high school. I absolutely had to have a first love after graduation, the kind that's passionate and intense! This Ding Heng seems to perfectly fit my initial screening criteria."

Zhao Yanxi was indeed severely suppressed.

Strict parents and heavy academic pressure meant that all the restlessness and fantasies of adolescence were suppressed under thick sets of exercise books.

Now that the shackles have been removed, those suppressed thoughts have grown wildly like weeds.

She has many suitors, but they are either immature, boring, or have such strong ulterior motives that they make her uncomfortable. None of them can arouse her interest.

Wenjing asked curiously, "Why Ding Heng? You two have only known each other for a short time."