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

Hua Qing paused for a moment, then softly said "Oh".

"I'm used to it."

As the former president of the school's Hanfu club, Hua Qing usually likes to wear Hanfu when going out. Coupled with her outstanding appearance, she often attracts attention.

Besides, once she goes on stage to perform, even more eyes will be on her, so this is nothing at all.

Ding Heng looked her up and down.

The combination of pale yellow and navy blue made her skin appear even whiter and her demeanor even more aloof.

Despite being made of light, summery fabric, it exudes a sense of aloofness and distance.

Coupled with that delicate face and those clear yet detached eyes, it gives one the feeling that—

That's exactly how she should be!

Ding Heng complimented, "Senior, you look exceptionally beautiful today."

Hua Qing paused in her steps.

"what?"

"I said..."

Ding Heng slowed his speech, emphasizing each word: "Senior, you look exceptionally beautiful today! Did you dress up specially before coming?"

Hua Qing lowered her eyes and continued walking forward: "No, I'm just wearing whatever."

Ding Heng followed her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "You look this good even in casual clothes? Next time we go on a date, could you dress me up specially?"

Hua Qing didn't reply, but her ears turned slightly red.

Seeing this, Ding Heng decisively stretched out his hand, palm up, and offered it to Hua Qing.

Hua Qing stopped in her tracks: "What are you doing?"

Ding Heng said matter-of-factly, "Isn't it normal for couples to hold hands? Can't you accept that, senior?"

Hua Qing didn't hesitate for long before slowly raising her hand and placing it in Ding Heng's palm, her body trembling slightly.

Ding Heng's hands were very hot.

Dry, warm, and strong, it enveloped her entire hand in its palm.

Hua Qing's hands were slender and soft, with cool skin like fine silk, slightly damp, probably from nervous sweat.

Ding Heng led her forward, remaining calm and composed.

Hua Qing lowered her head, her gaze falling on the two people's clasped hands.

She had never held hands with anyone like this before.

It was warm and tight, as if I were wrapped in something.

It made her heart beat faster involuntarily...

Upon reaching the parking lot, Hua Qing stopped in front of a white domestically produced new energy vehicle and unlocked the door with her fingerprint.

"Did you drive here, senior?"

"Ah."

Ding Heng walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door, and got in.

The car interior was clean with minimal decorations, and there was an air freshener on the center console with a faint jasmine scent.

"Did you buy this car yourself, senior?"

"My family provided the down payment; the total price is around 300,000 yuan."

Hua Qing started the car as she spoke.

“I make loan payments every month.”

"Does your senior have part-time income?"

"Occasionally, I would give some guidance to girls preparing for art exams, teach them to dance, and help them refine their movements."

She shifted into gear and slowly drove out of the parking space.

Ding Heng continued, "Senior, you must be very talented, your fees must be very high, right?"

"Fortunately."

"How much is it?"

"Calculated by class period, one class is forty-five minutes long, five hundred."

She focused intently on the road ahead, and seeing that Ding Heng seemed determined to keep rambling on, she forcefully steered the conversation back on track.

"Ding Heng!"

"Ok?"

"If I agree to date you, will you reliably provide me with the ointment?"

Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were fixed straight ahead, completely unyielding.

Ding Heng looked at the uninteresting, classically-styled beauty in front of him and sighed with a smile, "Senior, do you know what you need to do when you're in a relationship?"

Hua Qing thought for a moment and replied, "Eat together every day, hold hands, and text each other..."

"anything else?"

She frowned, deep in thought.

"And...watching movies? Having sex?"

Ding Heng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hua Qing glanced at him, looking confused: "What did I say wrong?"

"No, what you said is all correct."

Ding Heng shouted into the car's infotainment system, "Hey, Xiao X, navigate to Chujiang Hotel!"

The vehicle's infotainment system started up immediately and planned a route.

Hua Qing stared at the navigation icon that popped up on the screen, and asked warily and suspiciously, "What are we going to a hotel for? Didn't you say before that couples do more than just that?"

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair and chuckled softly.

"But I didn't say I wouldn't do that kind of thing..."

Chapter 63: Hua Qing's Conditions?

The vehicles slowly came to a stop at the red light.

Hua Qing turned her head to the side, and disgust resurfaced in her gaze as she looked at Ding Heng.

This time, however, she didn't react, and even secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Ding Heng really only cares about that sordid matter... I can just grit my teeth and bear it.

Moreover, his background seems unusual, so we might be able to use him to our advantage.

Her mother used to tell her, "You've raised her to be so beautiful, so you have to make good use of your strengths. Don't be as cold as ice when a man gets close."

At that time, Hua Qing scoffed at it, believing that she could make a name for herself through her own abilities.

Now that things have come to this, she can understand her mother a little better.

The green light comes on.

"Don't worry, I'll cooperate, but..."

Hua Qing stepped on the gas, swallowed hard, and tried to calm herself down, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"I have another question to ask."

"Go ahead and ask."

"You don't have any special... perverted fetishes, right?"

Ding Heng turned his head to look at her.

Hua Qing's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, her expression tense, as if she were conducting a serious negotiation.

Ding Heng laughed again, and the man's laughter made Hua Qing's heart skip a beat.

"If I had—"

He drew out his words, slowly savoring Hua Qing's delicate features: "Senior, is it acceptable?"

Hua Qing fell silent.

Her gaze was fixed on the road ahead, the traffic flowing past her like a moving painting, but she couldn't see anything.

Those scenes she had heard of but never dared to think about flashed through her mind one after another.

To bind.

Whipping.

props.

……

And then there are those even more outrageous things, things whose names alone send chills down your spine.

Her palms began to sweat, and her toes curled up involuntarily.

But she didn't slow down.

The car drove straight to the entrance of the Chujiang Hotel and came to a smooth stop.

Hua Qing released the steering wheel and turned her head to look directly at Ding Heng.

The disgust in those eyes had been suppressed, replaced by a resolute determination, like burning one's boats.

"I only have two requests."

Her voice was steady, and she enunciated each word clearly.

"First, I still need to dance, so you can't cause any damage to my body, especially my face and feet."