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

Chapter 90 The Title of Girlfriend

At 5 p.m., the Land Rover drove back to the hotel.

Dinner was a complimentary hot pot provided by the hotel, but the portion was indeed small.

Each person has a small copper pot with charcoal underneath, where beef and mushrooms are simmering and bubbling, emitting a wonderful aroma.

After finishing her portion, Zhao Yanxi looked at Ding Heng with lingering satisfaction: "Brother Ding Heng, would you like some more?"

Ding Heng didn't mind and shared his meat with her.

Wenjing wasn't very full either, but unlike Zhao Yanxi, she wouldn't act recklessly in front of Ding Heng. Instead, she pushed her share to him, saying, "Ding Heng, you eat mine. I'm not very hungry."

Zhao Yanxi chewed on some meat and teased her, "Goodness, Xiao Jingjing, your tea-serving skills are getting better and better!"

Wenjing pouted and didn't answer.

She didn't know anything about tea, she just felt that Ding Heng was so strong, he should eat more than the girls.

Ding Heng waved to the waiter and said, "Add a few more servings of beef and vegetables."

"Yes, sir, you need—"

"No, no, that's enough!"

Wenjing quickly interrupted, her face full of heartache.

She leaned close to Ding Heng's ear and whispered, "Don't order anymore, I just checked, it's really expensive here, even more expensive than Chu Jiang—"

Ding Heng looked at the little rabbit's heartbroken expression and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Is that enough?"

"Mmm!" Wenjing nodded emphatically: "Eating too much at night is bad, it's easy to gain weight."

Hua Yue rolled her eyes from the side: "What do you mean you're fat? You're not fat from eating."

Wenjing blushed and reached out to pinch her.

After dinner, the girls collapsed on the sofa in the villa's living room, too tired to move, and kept looking at the photos they had taken that afternoon.

The snow-capped mountains outside the window were bathed in gold by the setting sun, a sight that was breathtakingly beautiful.

"This one's beautiful!" Zhao Yanxi held up her phone to Ding Heng. "Look, look, the snow-capped mountains are behind me, doesn't it create a special feeling?"

Ding Heng nodded: "Not bad."

"This one looks good too!" Wenjing pointed to another photo: "It's just that my expression is a bit stiff—"

"It's alright, it feels quite natural."

Hua Qing sat on the sofa in the corner, far away from Ding Heng.

Ever since she was frightened by that look in the car that morning, she has been avoiding him.

When eating, I sit the furthest away from him; when taking photos, I stand at the other end of the line; and now, even when lounging in the living room, I choose a diagonal spot.

We'll hide as long as we can.

At 11 p.m., everyone went back to their rooms.

Hua Qing lay on the bed in the guest room, staring blankly at the ceiling, while Hua Yue beside her snored softly.

Suddenly her phone vibrated. Hua Qing picked it up and was startled.

[Ding Heng]: Come to the bathroom in an hour, wearing clothes with less fabric.

Faced with Ding Heng's blunt request, her face instantly burned.

She bit her lower lip, her finger hovering over the screen for a long time before replying.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: I don't have those kinds of clothes.

[Ding Heng]: Yan hope has some in her box. Go and look for it. It should be wearable.

Hua Qing: "————"

【A Sunny Day in a Sea of ​​Flowers】: What should we do if Yan hope asks?

[Ding Heng]: She won't ask.

【A Sea of ​​Flowers Under a Sunny Day】: Why?

[Ding Heng]: Guess where she is now? And guess why she asked you to come in an hour?

Hua Qing didn't reply. She got up, got out of bed, and tiptoed out of the bedroom to the walk-in closet where her luggage was kept.

Zhao Yanxi's suitcase was standing there, unlocked.

Hua Qing opened the box, which was stuffed full of all sorts of embarrassing clothes, black, red, white, floral, and stockings of various materials and colors.

She rummaged through the items with a stern face and finally picked out a white cheongsam.

It's called a cheongsam, but it's actually a sexy style. The fabric is so thin it's almost transparent, the length just covers the upper thigh, the neckline is just right, and the waist is extremely tight.

Finally, I picked out a pair of stockings, the OD white ultra-thin style.

After changing her clothes, Hua Qing couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror, and the familiar feeling of humiliation surged into her heart again.

But compared to the first time Ding Heng took her to the hotel, the humiliation she felt this time was not so intense; instead, there was a hint of—a faint sense of anticipation.

Forty minutes later, the phone vibrated again.

[Ding Heng]: You can come over now.

Hua Qing took a deep breath, left the dressing room, and went into the bathroom.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows that cover the entire wall, the silvery moonlight shines on the mountaintop, outlining its undulating contours.

The bathtub faced the window, and the large, temperature-controlled tub rippled with water, reflecting the moonlight outside.

On the floor next to the bathtub, a wet sheer nightgown and two torn black stockings lay scattered.

Clearly, a fierce battle had just taken place.

Hua Qing looked away, not daring to look any longer.

Ding Heng leaned against the edge of the bathtub, holding a bottle of highland barley wine in his left hand, gazing at the snow-capped mountains outside the window.

He occasionally took a sip of wine, his expression slightly tipsy and languid, as if he had entered a state of mental relaxation.

Hearing the noise, Ding Heng turned his head and looked Hua Qing up and down.

"good."

He shook the bottle: "Go back and buy yourself one."

"Scumbag—"

Hua Qing stopped in front of him, muttering to herself.

Ding Heng didn't seem to care and instead asked, "Did you deliberately play Long He's songs on the way here today?"

Hua Qing's heart tightened, and she forced herself to apologize, "I'm sorry."

"Why apologize? I didn't blame you."

"Then why did you call me here?"

"Dance for me."

Ding Heng exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol, his tone languid.

"I don't know why, but after drinking too much, I suddenly wanted to see you dance."

He took a tube of ointment out of his bathrobe pocket and casually tossed it at Hua Qing's feet.

Hua Qing bent down and picked it up; the packaging was familiar, and the ointment was familiar.

What he cherished as a lifeline seemed insignificant to Ding Heng.

She gave a soft "oh," unscrewed the cap, squeezed out the cream, and bent down to apply it to her left ankle.

The transparent paste melted, and familiar sensations welled up.

She straightened up, took out her phone, turned down the volume, and played a song.

It's not some elegant classical music, nor is it a complex piano piece.

It's a very popular ancient-style song on Douyin (TikTok), with a simple melody, a brisk rhythm, and instrumentation elements of the flute and guzheng.

Hua Qing placed her phone on the sink and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Moonlight streamed in through the window and fell upon her.

The white cheongsam shimmered softly in the moonlight, the sheer fabric outlining her slender waist and long legs. Her legs, encased in white stockings, stood straight, glistening with a lustrous sheen in the moonlight.

The music is ringing.

Hua Qing twisted her waist and moved her feet lightly.

Her white cheongsam swayed gently with her movements, the hem rising and falling.

Rotate, bend over, stretch.

Her movements were precise and fluid, yet exuded a lazy and casual beauty, like a fairy from a snow-capped mountain.

Ding Heng leaned against the edge of the bathtub, quietly enjoying the view.

Moonlight, snow-capped mountains, and a classical beauty in a white cheongsam.

The scene is unbelievably beautiful.

Ding Heng took a sip of wine, and a feeling of inexplicable comfort welled up inside him.

This feels fucking awesome!

The song ended.

Hua Qing stood by the window, breathing slightly heavily, her chest rising and falling, the moonlight casting a silvery sheen on her cool features.

Ding Heng raised his hand, gesturing for her to come over.

As soon as Hua Qing got close, Ding Heng suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her sharply.

"ah--!"

Hua Qing gasped and fell into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.

She struggled to stand up, but was encircled from behind by a pair of arms, the embrace warm and strong.

"Don't move."

Ding Heng breathed the smell of alcohol into her ear: "Let me hold you for a while."

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Hua Qing froze in his arms, too afraid to move.

The cheongsam, soaked in hot water, was almost transparent, outlining the contours of every inch of her skin.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest as she waited for Ding Heng's next move.

But as time passed, nothing happened.

Ding Heng held her like that, resting his chin on her shoulder, quietly gazing at the snow-capped mountains outside the window.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything."

Ding Heng, who had just vented his desires on Zhao Yanxi, could still do it again, but for the time being, he didn't have that much desire.

In addition, he had a hunch that if he took advantage of Hua Qing now, although she wouldn't resist, the progress of their romantic entanglement might never increase again.

Hua Qing nestled obediently in Ding Heng's arms, remaining motionless.

The soaked clothes clung to my body, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

"uncomfortable?"

Ding Heng chuckled softly in her ear: "If you're uncomfortable, I'll help you take them off."

"abnormal."

Hua Qing remained sharp-tongued as always, but offered no resistance whatsoever.

Soon after, the white silk stockings and cheongsam floated to the surface of the water.

The moonlight outside the window is like water, and the snow-capped mountains are like a painting.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 45%]

Ding Heng suddenly asked, "Do you really want to come with me to meet my dad?"

Hua Qing's body stiffened slightly.

Ding Heng continued, "I don't want to force you into this. If things get messy, it won't look good for anyone, so it's not too late to back out now."

Hua Qing did not respond, or rather, she dared not respond.

So she reached for the barley wine by the bathtub and took a big gulp.

"Cough cough cough————"

The moment the liquor entered her throat, Hua Qing choked and coughed for a while before she could stop.

Alcohol emboldens the timid, and finally, as the effects of the alcohol began to take hold, Hua Qing let out a long breath.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

"Ding Heng, do you know that my family education has always been quite traditional, which makes me always feel that I should save my first time for my marriage partner. Doesn't that sound funny?"

After all, I'm currently naked in the bathtub with a man, and the only thing I'm thankful for is—"

Hua Qing paused for a moment, then took another sip of wine.

"At least the man gave me the title of 'girlfriend,' which allows me to still deceive myself."

Finally, she looked up at the moon, her tone revealing humility.

"So, let me fool myself one more time, okay?"