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

……

Time passed little by little.

The hot pot had completely cooled down; the vegetables had become mushy in the pot, and a layer of white grease had solidified on the surface.

Ding Heng asked softly, "Have you cried enough?"

Longhe nestled longingly in his arms, shaking her head repeatedly.

"Don't leave!"

She was still crying, but her arrogance was rising.

"Let me cry a little longer."

Ding Heng didn't move, but gently patted Long He's back.

Longhe buried her face in his chest, tears still flowing, her sobs seemingly endless.

After all, this is the place where she can cry freely now.

Only her brother's arms remained...

Chapter 77: Give Me a Smile!

The next day.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and fell onto the bed.

Hua Qing opened her eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

hotel?

I'm still in the hotel!

Hua Qing sat up abruptly, the blanket slipping off her body as she looked down.

Her Hanfu ruqun (a traditional Hanfu dress) was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a loose-fitting hotel bathrobe.

She took a deep breath and tried to recall last night.

Drinking, arguing, and then...

How did she get into the room? Who changed her clothes?

Just as Hua Qing was about to continue recalling, the bathroom door opened.

"Senior, you're awake?"

Ding Heng was wearing the same white bathrobe as her, and her hair was still a little wet, obviously she had just taken a shower.

In an instant, Hua Qing was struck dumb, her mind going completely blank.

Could it be that last night... everything that was supposed to happen has already happened?

Ding Heng said with a smile, "Senior, I'm giving you my first time, so you have to take responsibility."

Hua Qing swallowed nervously, stammering, "W-what...first time?"

"Of course, it was my first time skipping class in college!"

Ding Heng opened his phone and waved it at Hua Qing: "It's Monday noon now. I skipped two long classes this morning just to wait for you to wake up, senior."

Hua Qing was taken aback at first, then let out a long breath and relaxed.

She checked her body and didn't feel anything unusual as she had imagined.

Trying harder to recall, the person who helped her back to her room and gave her a bath last night seemed to be that South Korean celebrity named Kim Chan-ah.

"Where...are my clothes?"

Hua Qing asked the question, her voice still a little nervous.

Ding Heng responded, "It should have just finished washing and is being dried. The hotel will bring it up in about half an hour."

"You took them all to wash?"

"No, I've packed everything that's inconvenient for you. Please don't leave anything behind at the hotel this time, senior."

Ding Heng pointed, and Hua Qing turned her head to look. There was a paper bag on the bedside table.

The bag contained her underwear from yesterday, as well as her shiny white stockings.

Next to it, there was a brand new set of women's underwear, with the tags still on.

Hua Qing pursed her lips, unable to understand how Ding Heng knew her size...

Ding Heng poured two glasses of water: "Let's talk about something serious while we have this half hour, senior."

Hua Qing sat up straight nervously: "What important matter is it?"

Ding Heng asked, "Does senior remember what you did last night?"

"I……"

Hua Qing vaguely remembered that she had a big argument with Long He after getting drunk, and that she had behaved very out of line.

"I'm sorry," she said, bowing her head in apology. "I don't drink, so..."

"This is not a matter of whether or not to apologize."

Ding Heng interrupted, placing a water glass on the bedside table with a serious expression: "Senior, you keep saying you'll try your best to fulfill your duties as my girlfriend, but so far, do you think you've done that?"

Hua Qing was rendered speechless by Ding Heng's retort, and curled up slightly with her knees drawn up to her chest.

If you judge Ding Heng from the perspective of a boyfriend, you basically can't find any fault with him yesterday.

I bought her tickets to the show she most wanted to see and even went out of my way to find out more about the Mo City Grand Theatre for her.

When he was having dinner with friends, he took great care of her.

Even when she and Long He argued, he always sided with her first.

The only thing that could be said was that they forced her to wear those white stockings.

But as a girlfriend, isn't it normal to satisfy your boyfriend's little quirks?

And what about her?

She actually got drunk and started arguing loudly with her boyfriend's "brothers," showing no respect for her boyfriend whatsoever!

Fortunately, this was just a private gathering. If Ding Heng takes her to some business dinner in the future, and she pulls this stunt again...

Hua Qing dared not think any further.

So embarrassing...

She whispered, "What do you want to do?"

Ding Heng took a sip of water: "I think you should be punished for doing something wrong, what do you think, senior?"

Hua Qing curled up even tighter on the bed: "Punishment? How will I be punished?"

Ding Heng smiled without saying a word, reached down to take the phone data cable from the bedside table, folded it in half, and gently twisted it.

Hua Qing immediately realized the possibilities that might follow, and her heart trembled.

If that blow landed on him, with Ding Heng's strong grip, he'd be...

Sure enough, no matter how gentle this man acted yesterday, he's a pervert at heart!

"Um, could you wait a moment..."

Humiliation and indignation surged into Hua Qing's heart again, but she dared not lash out and even had to pretend to be obedient.

Ding Heng frowned: "Senior, you don't want to?"

Hua Qing quickly made up an excuse: "I have to attend a medical examination for a dance competition in a couple of days, so can I postpone it for a few days, just a few days..."

"Really?"

"Really... really."

Hua Qing lowered her head, avoiding Ding Heng's scrutinizing gaze.

She was the type who couldn't lie at all, but Ding Heng didn't call her out on it.

"For the sake of it being your first time, senior..."

Ding Heng suddenly reached out and gently lifted Hua Qing's chin with his fingers, imitating the villain's tone in period dramas.

"Come on, little beauty! Give me a smile, and I'll let you go today and spare you from physical pain."

"I...you...bastard."

Hua Qing cursed inwardly, but after struggling with the decision for a long time, she managed a smile.

stiff.

Very stiff.

Like a puppet being held up by strings.

"No, that smile looks too ugly."

Ding Heng expressed his dissatisfaction.

Hua Qing took a deep breath, readjusted herself, and forced out a standard stage smile that she had practiced countless times.

"Ugh...this is so fake."

Ding Heng was still not satisfied.

Hua Qing pursed her lips and tried again.

Turn the corners of your mouth up a little more.

Curve your eyes a little more.

"It's fake."

Try again.

"No."

Try again.