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

At 5 p.m., Ding Heng parked his car downstairs at Hua Qing's apartment building.

Hua Qing stood at the entrance of the building, with more than a dozen cardboard boxes and suitcases of various sizes piled up beside her.

She was dressed casually today, in a loose white T-shirt and light blue casual pants. She didn't have elaborate makeup or a gorgeous Hanfu, and looked like an ordinary girl next door.

But with that face there, it couldn't be any more ordinary than it seemed.

"So many?"

Ding Heng got out of the car and looked at the pile of luggage.

"There are still some odds and ends, I'll get those later."

Hua Qing pointed to the side: "You park your car over there, one car each, that should be enough to fit everyone."

The two began loading the items into the car.

There were quite a few boxes, containing clothes, shoes, books, and some miscellaneous daily necessities.

Ding Heng picked up a cardboard box; it was quite heavy, but inside were all junk.

"Senior, are you moving house or fleeing a famine?"

Hua Qing glanced at him but didn't say anything.

After nearly half an hour of tinkering, the trunks and back seats of both cars were completely crammed full.

Hua Qing wiped the sweat from her forehead and got into the driver's seat.

"Follow me."

The two cars drove out of the university town area one after the other, heading west into the city.

Twenty minutes later, the two cars drove into a newly developed residential area.

The community has nice landscaping, complete facilities, and separate pedestrian and vehicle access.

"You rented this place?"

Ding Heng got out of the car and looked around.

"Um."

Hua Qing began unloading her luggage: "It's a two-bedroom apartment, a little far from the school, but I have a car, and I don't have many classes in my senior year, so it doesn't matter."

The two carried their luggage into the elevator and went up to the twelfth floor.

The door opened to reveal a bright and spacious apartment.

The living room has a small balcony with plenty of sunlight, the two bedrooms face south and north respectively, and the kitchen and bathroom are both spacious.

The decor is very simple: white walls, wooden floors, and no unnecessary decorations.

But it's clean and has all the necessary furniture.

"good."

Ding Heng nodded.

Hua Qing dragged the last suitcase in and piled it in the middle of the living room.

Then she slumped onto the sofa and let out a long sigh: "I'm exhausted... I'll rest for a bit and clean up later."

Ding Heng sat down next to Hua Qing and asked curiously, "Senior, why did you suddenly start renting a place?"

Hua Qing closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa, her voice weak and listless.

"Isn't this something to make things more convenient?"

"What's so convenient about it?"

Hua Qing opened her eyes, glanced at Ding Heng, then turned her face away without saying a word.

After resting for half an hour, Hua Qing stood up again and began unpacking her suitcase.

Ding Heng stepped forward to help, and the two began to check their luggage.

Hua Qing had more things than I had imagined, and the categories were extremely clear—clothes were clothes, books were books, and dance-related props and materials were kept in a separate box.

"Senior, where should I put this?"

Ding Heng asked, holding a cardboard box.

"Study... oh no, dance studio."

"A dance studio?"

"right!"

Hua Qing was squatting on the ground disassembling another box, pointing to the left without looking up.

Ding Heng carried the boxes inside and discovered that Hua Qing had already turned the small bedroom into a dance studio.

There was a large mirror against the wall, dance floor mats on the floor, and a barre in the corner.

Ding Heng put down the box, stood in front of the mirror and pondered, when some impure thoughts suddenly popped into his mind.

Just like nurses have to be in hospitals, and teachers have to be in schools... dance students really need to be in the dance studio to have fun!

No, no, there's plenty of time. The emotional connection isn't maxed out yet.

Ding Heng shook his head to dispel his distracting thoughts and turned back to the living room.

Hua Qing had already opened several boxes, and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

clothes.

Lots of clothes.

Hanfu, everyday clothes, practice clothes, and some performance costumes were neatly folded or hung up.

Ding Heng exclaimed, "Senior, you have way too many clothes!"

Hua Qing pouted: "It's not normal for girls to have so many clothes. Does that mean Yan Xi has fewer clothes than me?"

Is he...jealous?

Ding Heng walked over, squatted down to help Hua Qing tidy up her clothes, and then hung them in the closet one by one.

The bedroom wardrobe wasn't very big; it could only fit about half of Hua Qing's clothes. The rest had to be piled on the sofa for the time being, until the simple wardrobe Hua Qing ordered online arrived tomorrow.

The two worked together quite well, one handing the item to the other and the other hanging it up.

"Where should I put this?"

"Just hang it up."

"What about this one?"

"Fold them neatly and put them in the drawer."

"this……"

"I'll do that myself."

Unbeknownst to them, the distance between them grew closer and closer.

After tidying up the clothes, I started organizing the books.

Hua Qing doesn't have many books; most are professional books related to dance, and some are literary works.

Ding Heng helped her put the books on the shelf and found a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" among them.

"Senior, you watch this?"

Hua Qing glanced at it, her expression slightly hesitant, and replied indifferently.

"A gift from a friend, I look at it occasionally."

"Is it pretty?"

"good."

"Years later, as Colonel Aureliano Buendía stands before the firing squad, he will surely remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to see the ice..."

"What are you saying?"

"It's nothing."

Ding Heng placed the brand-new copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude on the bookshelf, forcing himself not to laugh.

Just browsing occasionally?

I haven't even turned the first page!

It's no wonder, since dancing has already taken up a lot of Hua Qing's time, she basically has no time to read miscellaneous books.

Suddenly, a bookmark fell out of "One Hundred Years of Solitude." Ding Heng bent down to pick it up—it was a ticket to a dance competition, dated three years ago.

"What is this?"

Hua Qing reached out to grab it.

Give it back to me.

Ding Heng raised his hand high so that Hua Qing couldn't reach it.

"Senior, it's just a ticket, don't get excited."

"I just kept those old game tickets as souvenirs."

Hua Qing knew she couldn't win against a man, so she glared at him angrily and gave up.

Ding Heng tucked the ticket back into the book, guessing that it must be quite important to Hua Qing.

The top shelf of the bookshelf was a bit high, and when he stood on tiptoe to put it down, the hem of his T-shirt lifted up, revealing a section of his waist.

Hua Qing stood to the side, her gaze involuntarily drifting over.

Abdominal muscles.

Each piece is clearly visible.

Although Hua Qing had seen it before, her face still started to burn, and she quickly looked away.

After tidying up the books, I started organizing the dance-related props.

This box was the heaviest, and it was full of strange things—fans, ribbons, swords, and some props whose names I couldn't recall.

"Senior, do you use all of these?"

"Some are for performances, and some are for teaching."

Hua Qing squatted down and took out the items one by one: "This fan is for the 'Fan Dance of Painting,' this sword is for the 'Sword Dance,' and these ribbons are for practicing martial arts..."

Unlike the book One Hundred Years of Solitude that she occasionally flips through, Hua Qing can tell the origin and story behind every single item.

Ding Heng listened quietly without saying a word.

When Hua Qing gets serious, her eyes light up, completely different from her usual aloof and distant demeanor.

"My senior really loves dancing."

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She looked up, met Ding Heng's gaze, and then lowered her head again.

"nonsense."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of secret delight in her tone.

After the props were organized, the last items were some odds and ends of daily necessities.

Kitchen utensils, toiletries, and some small decorative items.

Hua Qing placed the small ornaments one by one on the TV cabinet.

A small wooden carving, a ceramic dancer, a crystal ball, and a picture frame.

The photo frame contained a group photo, and Ding Heng leaned over to take a peek.

A young girl in a workout outfit stood next to a middle-aged woman.

"Is this our mom?"

"What do you mean, 'our mom'? Don't talk nonsense..."

Hua Qing blushed with embarrassment and reached out to punch Ding Heng.

"Did you used to dance, Auntie?"

Ding Heng dodged away, then pulled Hua Qing into his arms and looked at the photo again.

"I'm the lead dancer at the Phoenix Scenic Area."

Hua Qing nestled quietly in Ding Heng's arms without struggling.

"And now?"

"Retired at home, I occasionally teach children."

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he picked up the crystal ball and shook it. Snowflakes floated up and landed on the dancing figures.

"This looks pretty good."

"What kind of taste do you have?"

"What's wrong?"

"That was a prize I won in a competition when I was in elementary school. It's so tacky."

"Did your senior still keep it?"

Hua Qing didn't say anything, took the crystal ball from his hand, and put it back on the TV cabinet.

Ding Heng smiled. Just as he had guessed, the girl in front of him was rigid, stubborn, and nostalgic...

By the time everything was sorted out, it was almost 8 p.m.

Hua Qing slumped back onto the sofa, this time truly exhausted.

"I'm exhausted..."

Ding Heng, however, remained unfazed.

Aren't you tired?

"fine."

"Your stamina is really good. How do you usually train?"

Hua Qing muttered something, inexplicably recalling that night when she stood at the door for two whole hours, and Ding Heng seemed completely at ease.

If Zhao Yanxi were replaced by her...

Hua Qing quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the inappropriate thoughts.

Suddenly, Ding Heng reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair from Hua Qing's forehead behind her ear.

Hua Qing turned her head and the two suddenly locked eyes.

The air suddenly became very quiet.

Hua Qing's heart skipped a beat.

She wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Ding Heng suddenly made a move, leaning down and pressing down on her.

Hua Qing sank into the sofa, and before she could react, Ding Heng pressed her down firmly.

Ding Heng held Hua Qing's ankle with one hand and pushed it upwards little by little.

Hua Qing's body was so weak that Ding Heng folded her into an extremely awkward and shameful position, her knees almost touching her shoulders, her whole body curled up in a ball.

"W-What are you doing!"

Hua Qing glared at him with shame and indignation, her face flushed red.

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but lowered his head and began to take off her shoes and socks.

First the right foot.

She took off her canvas shoes, revealing her feet covered in white socks.

He pinched the top of the sock and slowly pulled it down, revealing his fair ankles, the insteps, and then his toes one by one.

Ding Heng examined it carefully; it was different from what he had seen in Chengdu last time.

My toes are still slender and long, but the thick calluses from before have faded a lot. Although there are still some marks at the joints, they are not so obvious anymore.

The skin on the soles of the feet is no longer rough, but has become soft and delicate.

The cracks on my heels disappeared, replaced by a smooth feel.

Ding Heng pressed his thumb on the sole of his foot, gently. .

Soft.

Slippery.

It was still slightly warm.

"It seems that the senior has been obedient."

Hua Qing turned her face away, not daring to look at Ding Heng.

"There's nothing I can do... You forced me into this."

Ding Heng smiled.

His hands began to move.

Slowly slide your thumb along the arch of your foot, back and forth along that soft curve.

Pinch your big toe and gently knead it. Then do the second one, the third one—don't miss any of them.

Hua Qing's toes curled up unconsciously, but he pried them open one by one.

"Don't……"

Her voice was weak and trembling slightly.

Ding Heng ignored her and continued.

His hands were large enough to enclose her entire foot in his palms.

Sometimes gently knead, sometimes use the pads of your fingers Sometimes it would brush against the soles of her feet, and sometimes it would tease her toes.

No place was overlooked.

Every single shot was perfectly timed.

Hua Qing bit her lower lip, her face growing increasingly red.

She tried to pull her foot back, but the hand was gripping it tightly, and she couldn't pull it out at all.

"abnormal……"

She muttered another curse under her breath, her voice incredibly soft.

Ding Heng looked down at her again.

Her usually cool face was now flushed, her eyes were a little wet, and her lips were bitten until they turned white.

He continued, and his actions became increasingly excessive.

Press your thumb on the most sensitive spot on the sole of your foot and massage it in a circular motion.

Then run your fingertips along the arch of your foot and gently press on the softest part of the sole.

Finally, I pinched her toes, pried them up one by one, and then put them back down one by one.

Hua Qing's body began to tremble.

That tingling sensation started from the soles of my feet and spread all the way up to my calves, thighs, waist, and my whole body.

She gripped the sofa tightly, her nails digging into the fabric.

"Stop, stop..."

Hua Qing's voice trembled with tears, but Ding Heng pretended not to hear.

"What did you say, senior?"

"I said stop, don't play anymore..."

Hua Qing's eyes were red, and her expression was one of grievance and humiliation.

Ding Heng finally released his grip and put Hua Qing's foot down.

Hua Qing collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily.

Before she could even catch her breath, a package was thrown at her, landing on her.

Black stockings, the pantyhose kind.

"Put it on."

Ding Heng's tone left no room for refusal

Hua Qing looked down at the bag of black stockings, her heart pounding: "What...do you want to do?"

"I went to such lengths to have my senior take care of my feet, so of course it has to be effective!"

Ding Heng stood up and gently pulled down his waistband.

Hua Qing's face burned as she watched the man's actions, as if she knew what was about to happen.

"Scumbag..."

She cursed again and again, then took off her casual pants, picked up the pack of black stockings, slowly opened it, and slowly inserted her foot inside.

The silky material glided upwards along the skin, over the thighs, Pull it down little by little to your waist...

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