Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

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.

Ding Heng, who had been feeling a bit drowsy in the afternoon, suddenly became wide awake.

Why are you changing into your swimsuit?

Zhao Yanxi didn't answer. She rushed over and plopped down in front of Ding Heng, looking up at him with her head tilted back.

She pointed to the small heated swimming pool on the terrace: "Brother Ding Heng, can you teach me how to swim?"

Ding Heng covered his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. No wonder Zhao Yanxi insisted on coming to the presidential suite today; she was waiting for him here.

He took a deep breath, trying to shift his gaze temporarily: "Be serious, your roommates are coming over later."

"It's only 2:30 now."

Zhao Yanxi spoke with righteous indignation, leaning forward so much that she almost lay on Ding Heng's lap.

"I'm just killing time anyway. Why don't you teach me? I want to go to the beach on Hainan Island during winter break."

Ding Heng's calf sank into a soft mass.

soft.

It's too soft.

It's unbelievably soft.

Play it again.

That feeling of being fully enveloped, with a slight bounce, travels from the skin of my calves all the way to my brain.

Teach me!

Zhao Yanxi rested her chin on Ding Heng's thigh, tilted her head back, and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Brother Ding Heng~"

Ding Heng took a deep breath and raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I'll teach you."

Zhao Yanxi's eyes lit up, and she jumped up with a cheer.

Then she quickly grabbed her phone, dialed the front desk, and asked the hotel to send up a pair of men's swim trunks.

Suddenly, Ding Heng discovered a problem.

Zhao Yanxi seemed to gradually realize that as long as she followed Ding Heng, she could "do whatever she wanted" in this hotel.

From initial surprise upon arrival, to later taking it for granted, to now completely disregarding expenses and not even asking if it's feasible.

Just like today, she invited her four roommates to dinner at the Chujiang Hotel, seemingly calculating that this was the most economical and respectable way for Ding Heng to have dinner.

The fox borrows the tiger's power.

Getting bolder and bolder.

but……

She wasn't curious at all?

Or perhaps, even if you were curious, you didn't want to ask any more questions?

A short while later, the swimming trunks were brought up, and Ding Heng went to change.

Zhao Yanxi stood in front of the full-length mirror.

She turned to the side, struck a pose, and her phone snapped a picture.

[Lucky Zhao]: [Image]

[Lucky Zhao]: Little Jingjing, isn't she pretty?

A few seconds later.

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: [Little Rabbit in amazement.jpg] Wow! Yan hope, why are you wearing a swimsuit?

[Lucky Zhao]: I'm learning to swim, and I even hired a private coach.

【Good Luck Xiaojing】: Private coach?

Zhao Yanxi stared at the screen, her eyes darting around, then suddenly turned and rushed into the dressing room.

Ding Heng had just changed into his swim trunks and was adjusting the waistband when he was startled.

"What's up?"

"It's alright, I just came to check."

Zhao Yanxi's gaze fell on Ding Heng.

Chest muscles, abdominal muscles, V-lines—each muscle is clearly defined, like it has been meticulously sculpted.

She reached out and ran her fingers across Ding Heng's abs, secretly swallowing.

"Um……"

She gave a satisfied hum, then raised her phone and pointed it at Ding Heng's upper body, excluding his face.

"Click."

After taking the picture, she looked down and tapped the screen.

[Lucky Zhao]: Let me show you my coach's abs, they feel great to the touch! [Image]

【Good Luck Xiao Jing】: ? Why are you showing me this?

[Lucky Zhao]: Want to touch it?

[Lucky Xiaojing]: ...

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "You sent photos to Wenjing?"

Zhao Yanxi stuck out her tongue and scratched her head sheepishly: "Brother Ding Heng, how did you guess it so easily?"

Ding Heng, annoyed, raised his hand and lightly tapped her forehead: "Stop teasing Xiao Jing with your little schemes."

Zhao Yanxi covered her forehead and chuckled.

Ding Heng picked up a swimming cap and handed it to her: "Put this on and come with me."

The heated pool on the terrace is not large, with privacy features on two sides and one side facing the river.

The river flowed slowly under the sunlight, and the skyline on the opposite bank was varied in height.

Zhao Yanxi stood by the pool and began to warm up under Ding Heng's guidance.

Simple stretches – arms, shoulders, waist, and legs.

Zhao Yanxi followed along, her movements weren't quite perfect, but she was very earnest.

After warming up, she couldn't wait to jump into the water.

"etc."

Ding Heng grabbed her arm: "Listen to me first."

Zhao Yanxi obediently stopped.

"The first lesson in swimming is learning how to breathe."

He pulled Zhao Yanxi to the edge of the pool and had her hold onto the pool wall with both hands.

"Hold on tight."

Zhao Yanxi obediently helped him up.

"Now, take a deep breath, then submerge your head in the water and slowly exhale."

Zhao Yanxi did as she was told, burying her head in the water until it reached her ears, and a string of bubbles rose up.

A few seconds later, she looked up and shook the water off her face.

"and then?"

"Then—" Ding Heng stood behind her, his hand on her waist: "Relax your body and let your legs float."

His hand slid up and supported her lower abdomen.

"Stretch your legs back, yes, slowly, keep your body flat."

Zhao Yanxi's legs slowly rose to the surface and floated on the water.

The swimsuit fabric is so thin, it doesn't cover anything at all.

Ding Heng could only take a deep breath, dispel distracting thoughts, and focus on teaching.

"When you lift your head up, inhale through your mouth. When you lower it, slowly exhale through your nose. Come on, try it."

Zhao Yanxi gave it a try.

Lift your head up and inhale.

Bury it down and exhale.

Lift your head up and inhale.

Bury it down and exhale.

"Yes, that's it."

Ding Heng gently patted her lower abdomen.

"continue."

Zhao Yanxi did as instructed.

once.

twice.

three times.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, she abruptly raised her head from the water.

"Brother Ding Heng, are you really only going to teach swimming and not do anything else?"

"nonsense!"

Ding Heng raised his hand and pushed her back into the water: "You asked me to teach you, you can't go back on your word!"

Zhao Yanxi was bubbling and gurgling in the water.

Over the next hour or so, Zhao Yanxi witnessed another side of Ding Heng.

serious.

serious.

Show no mercy.

"Straighten your legs! Are those frog legs?"

"Wrong breathing rhythm! Try again!"

"Tighten your core! Stop letting your waist sag!"

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.

"Smack."

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.

"ah--!"

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

"What's wrong?"

"My leg... my leg is cramping..."

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

"Really?"

"It really...hurts..."

"Alright then, that's all 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 over 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?"