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

The car slowly drove out of the parking space and headed towards the shopping mall near the Chujiang Hotel.

The mall was bustling with people on the weekend.

Zhao Yanxi linked arms with Ding Heng and they started browsing from the cosmetics section on the first floor.

She didn't actually have anything in particular she wanted to buy; she just enjoyed the leisurely feeling of shopping with Ding Heng.

Finding a pretty lip gloss, Zhao Yanxi picked it up to try the color and then held it up to Ding Heng.

"Does this color look good?"

Ding Heng looked at the girl's glossy lips and nodded decisively.

"nice."

"Really?"

"You look good in anything."

Zhao Yanxi blinked and put the lip gloss back.

Ding Heng's work is too perfunctory, so it's not good!

On the second floor, in the clothing section, Zhao Yanxi took a liking to a dress and held it up against herself.

How about this one?

It's off-white, fitted at the waist, and the hem falls just above the knee.

Ding Heng nodded: "Want to give it a try?"

"Row."

Zhao Yanxi grabbed the clothes and ran into the fitting room.

A few minutes later, the curtain was drawn back.

She walked out and twirled in front of Ding Heng, her skirt fluttering gently.

Is it pretty?

This time, Ding Heng didn't answer. His pupils dilated involuntarily, and he clicked his tongue twice.

Zhao Yanxi was finally satisfied and handed the dress to the sales assistant: "Please wrap it up for me."

Third floor, men's clothing section.

Zhao Yanxi pulled Ding Heng into a store and started picking out clothes for him.

"How about this one? It's just in time for autumn."

She held up a light gray casual shirt, which Ding Heng took and looked at.

"good."

"Give it a try!"

Zhao Yanxi pushed Ding Heng into the fitting room.

After Ding Heng changed his clothes and came out, Zhao Yanxi began to look him up and down.

"Brother Ding Heng, you really do look good in light colors, it makes you look less..."

She paused, as if considering her words.

"Not that much?"

"He doesn't seem like the kind of scumbag who preys on young girls."

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated.

"Is this how you see me?"

Zhao Yanxi chuckled and leaned over to help him straighten his collar.

"If you buy this, consider it a gift from me."

"You'll take me?"

"What, is that not allowed?"

She raised her head and said confidently, "I haven't even spent all the money I earned from my summer job yet."

The sales assistant quickly interjected, "Sir, your girlfriend is so good to you."

Upon hearing the word "girlfriend," Zhao Yanxi's lips curled up slightly again, and she tightened her grip on Ding Heng's arm.

The two ate something casually at noon and then went to see a movie.

The movie Zhao Yanxi chose was a youth romance film. The plot was old-fashioned, but at least it wasn't melodramatic.

There weren't many people in the screening room, and they sat in the back row.

Not long after the movie started, Zhao Yanxi leaned against Ding Heng.

First, shoulder to shoulder, then rest your head on his shoulder, and finally hold his hand, interlocking your fingers.

Ding Heng turned his head to look and saw Zhao Yanxi staring intently at the screen.

But the slight curve at the corner of her mouth couldn't be hidden.

Halfway through the movie, the male and female leads started kissing.

Zhao Yanxi turned her head, her pupils gleaming slightly in the dim light.

She leaned over and gave Ding Heng a light peck on the corner of his mouth, then turned back to watch the movie as if nothing had happened.

It's as if nothing happened.

Ding Heng chuckled and squeezed her hand.

When I came out of the movie, it was already 2 PM.

The two returned to the Chujiang Hotel and went to the presidential suite on the 27th floor to rest.

As soon as the door closed, Zhao Yanxi collapsed onto the sofa and let out a long sigh.

"I'm so tired, so tired."

She lay on the sofa, her pigtails loose, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing a large section of her white thighs.

Ding Heng walked over and sat down next to her: "Rest for a while. Aren't you going to see your roommate tonight?"

"Um……"

Zhao Yanxi turned over, rested her head on Ding Heng's lap, and looked up at him.

"Brother Ding Heng."

"Ok?"

"Is today your first date with a girl since you started college?"

Ding Heng lowered his head, and the girl's eyes were full of expectation.

He thought about it and realized that the time he spent with Wenjing at school every day shouldn't be considered a date, and his time with Hua Qing last time couldn't be called a date either...

"That's right, it was my first date in college."

Ding Heng reached out and gently pinched Zhao Yanxi's cheek. Although it didn't feel as nice as Wenjing's round face, it was still smooth and tender.

Zhao Yanxi squinted her eyes in satisfaction, then suddenly remembered something and took her phone out of her pocket.

"Oh, right, I'll show you something."

She swiped a few times and shoved the screen in front of Ding Heng.

It's a photograph.

She took a selfie in her pink JK uniform, with her dorm room in the background.

"I took this picture before I left home this morning and posted it on WeChat Moments."

Ding Heng glanced at it and saw that there were already more than eighty likes.

Comments section——

Holy crap!

Yan hope is so cute today!

Are they going on a date?

Who is it? Who is it? Tell me quickly!

He scrolled down and suddenly saw a familiar profile picture.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: [Shocked Rabbit.jpg] Yan hope, you look so beautiful today!

Below is a reply—

[Lucky Zhao]: Hehe, I'll show you something even better later!

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "What are you going to show her?"

Zhao Yanxi quickly got up and mysteriously ran to the dressing room.

"I almost forgot, wait!"

Chapter 67: The Sexy and Alluring Zhao Yanxi

Ding Heng leaned back on the sofa, continuing to scroll through his phone, when suddenly he heard a vibrant "Clang clang!"

Zhao Yanxi returned to the living room wearing a bikini.

The upper body was covered by a triangular piece of pure black cloth, barely covering the areas that needed to be covered.

Two dark red ribbons were tied behind her neck, her back was completely bare, with only a thin rope crossing her shoulder blades and tied at her waist.

The lower body was simply a piece of cloth with a thin rope tied to the hip bones on each side in a bow.

From the hip bone down, two long, slender, snow-white thighs were exposed to the air without any cover, revealing the smooth and delicate skin of the young girl.

Her knees were small and rounded, her calves had smooth lines, her ankles were delicate and slender, and her toes were slightly curled with light pink nail polish.

The midday sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow on her.