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

Hua Qing was directed by Ding Heng to pose in various ways, but her expression remained stiff, making her seem very uncomfortable.

"Raise your hand a little...yes, put it on your side...look over there, don't look at me..."

Hua Qing obediently did as she was told, her ears turning slightly red.

Although the positions arranged by Ding Heng were not very daring, it felt strange to be remotely controlled and commanded by him like this, and it made him even more itchy.

Ding Heng finally put down the camera and looked down at the photos on the screen.

"Alright, this set is done. Let's go change to the next one."

Hua Qing walked to the sofa, picked up the next piece of clothing, and hesitated in her eyes.

“That… Ding Heng.”

"Ok?"

"Is it necessary to take so many photos?"

"My dear sister..."

Ding Heng sighed: "If you want to sell clothes to TV stations, you have to let the TV program team see sample footage first, right?"

"But those pictures I sent you..."

"That's a picture of the clothes, not a model photo! How are people supposed to know how it looks on someone just by sending a picture of the clothes?"

Ding Heng interrupted, "You're here to buy clothes, so do you think you'd rather believe flat lay photos or real-life photos?"

Hua Qing was speechless.

Ding Heng continued, "If you don't trust me, go find your own models and photographers. I stayed up all night to come and take pictures for you, and I won't charge you a penny. Don't let my kindness be taken for granted."

After saying that, he made a move to collect the equipment.

"Hey...wait a minute!"

Hua Qing quickly stepped forward to stop her, her voice trembling with anxiety: "I didn't say I didn't believe you, I just... I just felt a little..."

"What's up?"

"I'm a little embarrassed."

Hua Qing honestly admitted it, her voice barely audible.

Seeing her shy and bashful appearance, Ding Heng suppressed a laugh in his heart and kept a straight face.

"Should we change it or not?"

"Change."

Hua Qing bit her lower lip: "It's so late at night, I'm sorry to trouble you..."

Hiring models and photographers can easily cost several thousand yuan for a single set of photos.

The store was already operating at a loss, and Lin Man kept saying she was "withdrawing investment," but she wasn't sure if she was joking or serious.

Ding Heng teased, "Sister, isn't it a bit insincere to just say 'trouble'?"

"Then what do you want?"

"Shouldn't you at least show some social skills?"

"Social etiquette?"

Hua Qing pondered for a long time, recalling the business wisdom her father had earnestly taught her before she opened the shop, and finally managed to utter a sentence.

"Then... shall I treat you to dinner?"

Ding Heng burst out laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Ding Heng waved his hand, trying hard to suppress the corners of his mouth: "Okay, let's eat then. But let's finish filming today, and we'll talk about it later."

Hua Qing said "Oh," turned around, picked up the dark green round-necked robe, and went into the bedroom.

The door closed, and the living room became quiet.

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair and looked through the photos he had just taken on his camera.

Whether in dreams or reality, Hua Qing doesn't look good on camera.

Or rather, her beauty isn't in two dimensions.

The camera couldn't capture her cool and aloof temperament, or the charm in her eyes.

Even so, in terms of looks alone, Hua Qing's photos are captivating enough.

The sound of rustling fabric came from the direction of the bedroom, followed by a "click" from the front door.

Lin Man slowly entered the house, looked up and met Ding Heng's eyes, and they were both stunned for a second.

Ding Heng reacted first, put down the camera, and said sweetly, "Good evening, sister!"

Lin Man looked Ding Heng up and down, then suddenly clapped her hands.

"Oh...you're that customer from the other day!"

"Yes, yes, it's me."

Lin Man placed her bag on the shoe cabinet and glanced across the entire living room.

Background cloth, fill light, carpet, and several Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) items that haven't been hung up yet are piled on the sofa.

Her eyes darted around in surprise. "You and Hua Qing... are having a photoshoot?"

"Correct."

"Has Hua Qing finally come to her senses?"

Lin Man's tone was excited, and her voice unconsciously rose: "How many times have I told her! I've told her to be her own model, take some nice photos and post them online, promote herself on the platform and become an internet celebrity, but she just refuses no matter what, she has one excuse after another, I think she just can't bring herself to do it!"

Little brother, tell your sister how you persuaded her!

Ding Heng coughed lightly and explained, "It's not for online shopping."

"what is that?"

Lin Man blinked, then suddenly realized, her eyes sparkling: "Not online shopping? Then it's a private photoshoot? Tsk tsk tsk... what level of explicitness?"

Just as Ding Heng was about to answer, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Hua Qing stood at the door, wearing a Tang-style ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), not yet fully dressed.

Her pretty face flushed red, and she rushed over in three steps, grabbing Lin Man's wrist.

"Lin Man! Come in!"

"Eh eh eh..."

Lin Man's wrist ached from being pulled by Hua Qing, and she staggered into the bedroom.

The door slammed shut.

What are you doing here in the middle of the night?

"Isn't this the house I rented? I should be asking you that. What's the meaning of bringing a man back in the middle of the night?"

"I...I did this for business!"

Doing business in the middle of the night?

"Lin Man!"

"Okay, okay, please don't pinch me..."

Ding Heng heard faint noises coming from inside the door, and sighed and chuckled.

They're truly destined to be enemies...

He continued looking through the sample photos in the camera, when he suddenly realized something.

In her dream, Hua Qing, due to years of dance practice and strict diet control, had a slender figure that was almost barren, resembling a small steamed bun with smooth skin and tender flesh.

But Hua Qing now... seems a little different.

Her waist is still slim, but she has plenty of curves in the right places.

There are benefits to giving up dance practice?

After a while, the bedroom door reopened.

Hua Qing and Lin Man walked out together, both dressed in Hanfu.

One is aloof and cold, the other alluring and seductive; their temperaments are completely different, yet they are inexplicably harmonious.

Hua Qing's expression was still somewhat unnatural; she pursed her lips and her eyes darted around.

Lin Man was quite generous; she walked to the backdrop and twirled around.

"Come on, I think I can be a model too, right?"

"Of course! Your sister is very beautiful!"

"Little brother, you have such a sweet tongue!"

"Come on, all of you stand together."

Ding Heng raised his camera and pointed the lens at the two of them.

Hua Qing hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved to Lin Man's side.

The shutter clicked.

“Okay, let’s change positions. Lin Man, you stand behind, Hua Qing, you stand in front, put your hands on her shoulders…”

The two adjusted their positions according to Ding Heng's instructions.

The shutter clicked again.

"Good, one more. Lin Man, look at Hua Qing, soften your gaze a bit... Yes... Hua Qing, look at the camera, relax your expression, don't be too cold..."

The sound of camera shutters echoed in the living room.

At first, Hua Qing was a little reserved, but with Lin Man's encouragement, she gradually relaxed, and the entire photoshoot became much more relaxed.