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

Chapter 65: You won't post this kind of photo, right? (Two chapters combined, not separated)

After taking a shower, Hua Qing changed into the pure white cotton bathrobe provided by the hotel and returned to the living room.

The meal was already laid out on the table: a simple three dishes and a soup.

Ding Heng patted the chair next to him: "Come sit down."

Hua Qing walked over silently, sat down next to the man, picked up her chopsticks, and ate without saying a word.

Ding Heng remained silent.

The two ate quietly, but Hua Qing's nervousness didn't lessen at all.

So far, Ding Heng seems very patient, and his behavior shows no sign of impatience.

But the more she thought about it, the more afraid she became.

She couldn't imagine how brutally Ding Heng would treat her once he stopped suppressing his emotions.

Ding Heng suddenly asked, "What's wrong, senior? Are you not used to the food?"

Hua Qing thought for a moment and carefully considered her words: "No, it just feels a little strange."

"What's strange?"

"I'm not used to eating too close to each other."

Ding Heng smiled.

"You'll get used to it."

Hua Qing didn't respond and continued picking up food with her head down.

Ding Heng didn't touch his chopsticks, he just stared at her.

Hua Qing felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but didn't know what to say, so she pretended to be focused on eating, chewing slowly.

"Senior."

Ding Heng called out again.

Hua Qing looked up and saw Ding Heng pointing at his own mouth.

"Feed me."

"what?"

"Hey me."

Ding Heng said matter-of-factly, "Isn't that how all couples are?"

Hua Qing tightened her grip on the chopsticks slightly, then picked up a piece of tender fish and slowly brought it to Ding Heng's lips.

Ding Heng opened his mouth to catch it, chewed it, and exclaimed, "Delicious!"

Hua Qing lowered her head, her ears turning a subtle red.

She didn't say anything, but just continued to serve him food.

A small piece of pork rib.

A piece of green vegetable.

A spoonful of egg drop soup.

Ding Heng accepted all the food offered and ate to his heart's content.

Hua Qing fed him like that. Her movements were awkward and stiff at first, but they gradually became more natural. However, the redness behind her ears never faded.

After finishing his meal, Ding Heng put down his chopsticks and clapped his hands contentedly.

"Let's go."

Hua Qing was stunned.

"Walk?"

"Yeah, let's go back to school."

Ding Heng had already walked towards the door.

Hua Qing was dumbfounded: "You...I..."

Ding Heng turned around and, seeing her incoherent speech, teased, "Senior, I'm only a freshman and it's only the beginning of the semester. My dorm will be checked."

Hua Qing opened her mouth, and her face flushed red.

"Then what you just did..."

"What just happened?"

Ding Heng asked knowingly, "Does Senior Sister want me to do something else?"

Hua Qing's face burned completely.

She stood up quickly, grabbed her pile of clothes, and rushed into the dressing room almost as if fleeing, without changing her clothes in front of Ding Heng.

The door was tightly shut.

Ding Heng leaned against the door frame, listening to the rustling sounds inside, a slight smile playing on his lips.

On the way back, Ding Heng took over driving.

Hua Qing sat in the passenger seat, saying nothing.

She couldn't figure it out.

Ding Heng laid so much groundwork—investigating her foot injury, preparing a dance dress, booking a presidential suite, having her dance, feeding her, engaging in intimate interactions…

And then you just send her back like that?

Just to see her dance?

A dance she performed ten years ago?

She glanced away, secretly observing Ding Heng.

The man was focused on driving, his profile illuminated by the streetlights.

What exactly is he trying to do?

Hua Qing bit her lower lip, but in the end she couldn't resist.

"Ding Heng".

"Ok?"

"How...how do you know about what happened to me ten years ago?"

She asked very carefully, her tone wary and guarded.

Ding Heng adjusted his breathing, as if lost in a memory, and began his performance.

"Senior, have you ever been amazed? You know, that feeling of being completely blown away by something you know absolutely nothing about?"

Hua Qing didn't answer, and Ding Heng continued making things up.

"I don't know anything about dance. I'm completely clueless about techniques, choreography, and styles. But ten years ago, when I was eight, I accompanied my cousin to a competition called something like the Youth Dance Competition!"

Hua Qing's breathing paused slightly.

"Anyway, I've forgotten the specifics, and I don't remember how well my cousin danced."

"I was sitting in the audience, so bored I was about to fall asleep."

"Then……"

Ding Heng paused for a moment, then his tone became serious.

Then a girl went up on stage.

"She was wearing a dress, a deep purple gauze skirt, pomegranate red, and a golden hair ornament on her head. I was young then and didn't understand anything about Tang and Han styles, but I just thought...it was beautiful, exceptionally beautiful."

"The music started, and she began to dance."

“I don’t know anything about dancing, I really don’t. But at that moment, I just stared at her, not wanting to blink.”

"When she twirled, her skirt spun out like a flower."

"When she leaned back, I felt she was going to fall, and my heart was in my throat."

"When she laughs, I feel like laughing too."

"When she stopped, I was sitting in the audience, and it took me a long, long time to realize—she was done dancing?"

Hua Qing's breathing suddenly stopped.

Ding Heng continued his story, a perfectly timed self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.

"I didn't know her name or who she was at the time. But that image has stayed with me forever."

"Later, as I grew up, I met many people and experienced many things, but I never forgot the girl on that stage."

"Sometimes I find it funny myself—a single glance, and I've remembered it for ten years."

The carriage was extremely quiet.

Hua Qing sat in the passenger seat, her mind buzzing.

Even if she lacked emotional intelligence, she could still understand that the girl was referring to her at that moment.

But she didn't know whether she should be happy or afraid.

To her delight, Ding Heng's "ulterior motives" towards her were actually because of her dance!

Because of her love for the place, everything related to "dance" is automatically filtered through Hua Qing's eyes.

What's frightening is that Ding Heng is capable of going to such lengths for a ten-year-old obsession.

Ding Heng secretly observed Hua Qing's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

A system notification appeared in my mind.

【Azure Cold Sword Immortal: Hua Qing】

[Current Status: A Fairy Who Has Lost All Her Cultivation Power]

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 4%]