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

If she slacks off even slightly, or if her movements aren't precise enough—"smack!"

A slap landed on his buttocks.

It's not heavy, but it's crisp.

"Brother Ding Heng~"

She acted coquettishly.

"Snapped."

one more time.

"continue!"

"Well……"

Zhao Yanxi pouted and obediently continued practicing.

The slaps landed on her buttocks. Although they didn't hurt, each slap made her heart beat faster and faster.

Twenty minutes later.

Zhao Yanxi finally couldn't take it anymore, suddenly stopped moving, and her body went limp.

"what--!"

She let out a strange cry, and Ding Heng immediately helped her up.

"what happened?"

"My leg... my leg cramped up..."

Zhao Yanxi turned her head and looked at Ding Heng pitifully.

"real or fake?"

"It really... hurts so much..."

"Alright then, that's enough for today."

Ding Heng knew that the girl was probably faking it, but he still reached out and pulled her out of the water.

Zhao Yanxi slumped in his arms, her legs still twitching.

Ding Heng carried her to the sun loungers by the pool, squatted down, and held her calves.

Which one?

"Left, left side..."

Zhao Yanxi lay on the sun lounger, a triumphant smile on her face.

Ding Heng pressed his fingers down, gently massaging the girl's fair, jade-like feet.

Are you feeling better?

"Hmm... I feel better..."

Zhao Yanxi muttered something under her breath, then staggered to her feet and ran into the bathroom: "I'm going to take a shower!"

Ding Heng picked up a towel, wiped the water off his body briefly, and then lay down on another sun lounger.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the sunlight fell on me, warm and comforting.

He closed his eyes, his mind blank, when he suddenly heard a noise behind him.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a figure pounced on him with a "whoosh" and jumped directly onto him.

Zhao Yanxi straddled Ding Heng's waist, her body carrying a pleasant, fresh scent from her recent shower.

Afraid that she would fall, Ding Heng instinctively reached out and supported her thigh.

"hey-hey……"

Zhao Yanxi lowered her head, hugged Ding Heng's neck, and smiled as brightly and charmingly as ever.

The two suddenly drew close, their breaths mingling.

"Brother Ding Heng, can I ask you a question?"

The girl's voice was light and ambiguous.

"ask."

Ding Heng was gently stroking Zhao Yanxi's thigh with his palm, enjoying the smooth touch of the girl's flesh, when suddenly an ancient-style bodice appeared in front of him.

"Brother Ding Heng, I just found this in the bathroom, it smells so good..."

Zhao Yanxi brought her nose close to sniff, her face displaying a forced smile.

"Could you tell me who its owner is?"

Chapter 68: Wenjing's Little Report

Ding Heng looked at the undergarment in Zhao Yanxi's hand.

The pure white color, with delicate orchids embroidered along the edges, is exactly what Hua Qing wore.

A chill ran down his spine, and his mind raced.

What's wrong with Hua Qing? How could she forget something so intimate?

And did the hotel's cleaning lady slack off? Did she not notice anything when she came up to clean?

Finally, Ding Heng managed a forced smile, an awkward one.

"This..."

He tried to sound casual: "Maybe the previous guest left it by accident. After all, this is a hotel, all sorts of people come and go... Hahaha, just throw it away, it's dirty."

"Other guests?"

Zhao Yanxi had a look on her face that said, "Do you think I'd believe that?"

"Brother Ding Heng..."

She asked slowly, "How many times a year does the presidential suite at the Chujiang Hotel get rented out?"

Ding Heng did not respond.

"Besides, all the clothes that Xiaojing and I don't feel comfortable wearing outside are stored in the walk-in closet in this room. You must have told the hotel that they couldn't possibly open the 27th floor to the public."

Zhao Yanxi tilted her head.

"Right?"

Ding Heng fell silent.

Wow, no wonder she's a police officer's daughter, her thinking is so clear!

Seeing that Ding Heng acquiesced, Zhao Yanxi suddenly stopped asking questions, loosened her fingers from her bodice, took a step forward, and pressed her body completely into Ding Heng's arms.

She wrapped her arms around the man's strong waist, buried her face in his chest, and hugged him tightly.

"Brother Ding Heng."

Zhao Yanxi's voice muffled in Ding Heng's chest, low, lost, and sad.

"You already have me."

She paused.

"And Xiao Jingjing."

Ding Heng didn't speak. Zhao Yanxi's face was pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

again and again.

Zhao Yanxi had no idea what she was thinking.

From the moment I saw that bellyband, my mind was in a jumble.

Are you angry?

A little.

But there's more to it than that.

She and Wenjing grew up together.

We've been best friends for over a decade, sharing the same bag of spicy snacks, drinking the same cup of milk tea, wearing each other's clothes, and knowing all of each other's little secrets.

Ultimately, regardless of who Ding Heng chooses, or whether they both end up with the same man, that's their own business.

How can we let some outsider vixen steal our food?!

Zhao Yanxi finally raised her head and looked at Ding Heng.

There was so much in her clear eyes—grievance, resentment, and stubbornness.

She opened her mouth, about to speak—"Ring ring!"

Ding Heng picked up his phone, and a video call came in from [Good Luck Xiao Jing] on the screen.

"Wenjing's calling, do you want to answer it with me?"

Zhao Yanxi was stunned for a moment, then silently let go of her hand and stepped back.

She, who had just been trying to catch her husband cheating, now felt guilty.

Ding Heng remained expressionless and pressed the call button.

The screen lit up, and a quiet and cute round face appeared on the screen.

The backdrop is the summit of Yuelu Mountain, from which one can see the Xiangjiang River and the city skyline in the distance.

The sun was shining brightly, and her face was slightly flushed from the sun, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Ding Heng!"

She shouted excitedly, turning the camera behind her: "Look, look! I've reached the top of the mountain!"

Ding Heng smiled and nodded: "Are you tired?"

"Not tired at all!"