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

It was almost 10 p.m.

In the living room, brand-new black stockings were crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trash can.

Hua Qing stepped into the bathroom of her new home, turned on the shower, and washed away the fatigue of the day.

But she couldn't calm her heart down.

Although the two had already been completely honest with each other, this was the first time Ding Heng had asked her to do something like this.

Hua Qing looked down at her feet.

These feet, which she had carefully nurtured and maintained, earning her countless applause and honors, have now become tools for men's amusement.

She closed her eyes and let the hot water flow over her cheeks.

There was a feeling I couldn't quite describe in my heart.

It's not anger.

It's not shameful.

But...

Hua Qing dared not think any further.

Outside the bathroom, Ding Heng leaned back on the sofa, staring at the system interface in his mind.

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 61%]

It finally moved again!

Ding Heng was once again certain that he had not guessed wrong.

Hua Qing's threshold has been raised, and today's level of effort barely resulted in a one percent increase.

The subsequent actions... might need to be even more radical.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and Hua Qing walked out wearing a simple cotton nightgown.

She sat back down on the sofa: "You've had a long day too...would you like to take a shower?"

Ding Heng turned to look at her: "Senior, do you want me to stay overnight?"

Hua Qing lowered her head and remained silent, her fingers gently pinching the hem of her skirt. .

"What a pity, it's not the weekend today."

Ding Heng stood up, feigning disappointment, "The school will be checking dorm rooms."

Hua Qing let out a soft "Oh," her tone revealing neither disappointment nor relief.

Ding Heng walked to the door and looked back at her.

Go to sleep early, goodnight.

"Good night!"

The door closed.

Hua Qing sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

She then got up, went to the dance studio, turned on the light, looked at herself in the mirror, examined herself from head to toe, then looked back from her toes, and finally turned off the light.

Everything was submerged in darkness...

early morning.

Ding Heng was lying in bed, about to fall asleep, when his phone suddenly vibrated. An unexpected person had sent him a message.

[Hua Yun Xiao Yue]: Are you with my sister now?

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow and typed a reply.

[Ding Heng]: Why are you asking this?

【Hua Yun Xiao Yue】: Did you spend the night in her room?

[Ding Heng]: Don't worry, I've already gone back to my dorm.

[Hua Yun Xiao Yue]: I think we need to have a talk.

[Ding Heng]: What are you talking about?

【Hua Yun Xiao Yue】: Hua Qing is my cousin, but she's practically like a biological sister. Now that you're involved with her, you're asking me what we're talking about!?

Ding Heng held his phone, realizing that Hua Yue had guessed most of it.

【Ding Heng】: How long?

[Hua Yun Xiao Yue]: Now!

Ding Heng glanced at the time; it was 2 a.m.

One round of room checks has already been conducted.

He tiptoed out of bed, put on his coat, and sneaked out of the dormitory.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at a late-night snack stall near Hubei Normal University.

At this time, there are hardly any people left at the stall.

A few plastic tables and chairs were scattered around, and the light bulbs overhead emitted a dim yellow light.

Hua Yue sat in the corner, with two plates of grilled skewers and two bottles of beer in front of her.

Looking up, Hua Yue saw Ding Heng approaching and her eyes turned unfriendly.

Ding Heng sat down leisurely and picked up a skewer of grilled meat: "What are you talking about?"

Hua Yue stared intently at him, squeezing out two words through gritted teeth.

"Scumbag!"

Ding Heng remained calm in the face of Hua Yue's anger.

He picked up a bottle of beer, gently pried off the cap with chopsticks, and poured himself a glass.

"How much do you know?"

"Do I need to know that much?"

Hua Yue sneered, "You're two-timing, and all of them are people close to me. What's wrong with me saying something to you?"

Ding Heng hadn't figured out what to say, let alone how to refute it.

Hua Yue was polite to him in the past because Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing were not related to her by blood.

But now that Hua Qing is involved, her position is naturally different.

Relationships of closeness and distance are simply human nature...it's perfectly normal.

Hua Yue grabbed a skewer of grilled meat and took a big bite, as if she were biting into Ding Heng's flesh.

"Did you go to my sister's house today?"

"She asked me to help her move. The place she rented was pretty good, but it was a bit far."

Hua Yue slammed her hand on the table.

"That wasn't rented by her!"

Ding Heng was taken aback.

Hua Yue glared at him angrily, her eyes a little red.

"She bought it with a loan! She just got the property certificate two weeks ago! The previous owner did some basic renovations, and my sister only added a dance studio!"

Ding Heng was stunned.

Bought with a loan!?

He recalled that neighborhood, a brand-new building with excellent facilities. Upon closer inspection, it certainly didn't seem like a typical rental property.

Why would Hua Qing buy a house when she's perfectly fine?

Hua Yue sighed: "My sister wants to stay in Xingcheng."

Ding Heng frowned: "What?"

Hua Yue took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"Some time ago, my aunt, who is also my sister's mother, urged my sister to prepare for going to the Beijing Dance Academy as soon as possible."

My sister always gave hesitant answers, basically meaning she hadn't thought it through... Later, when she got impatient with the pressure, she simply took out a loan to buy a house, saying she wanted to stay in Changsha and develop her career there alone. Anyway, my aunt was furious.

Ding Heng remained silent for a long time.

He picked up a beer and took a big gulp.

The cool liquid flowed down my throat, carrying a slightly bitter taste.

Setting down the bottle, Ding Heng let out a long sigh: "So, you mean your sister gave up going to the Beijing Dance Academy and now she's burdened with a mortgage?"

Hua Yue nodded.

Ding Heng suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Hua Qing is a senior in college and hasn't graduated yet. She already had a car loan, and now she's also burdened with a mortgage.

Although they could occasionally earn money by teaching, the income was unstable, and finding new students after Qianqian and her classmates finished their exams was not an easy task.

If my family doesn't support me, I might have to stop paying the mortgage someday.

And why is she doing this?

Hua Yue stared intently at Ding Heng, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Did my sister do this because of you?"

Ding Heng rubbed his temples: "I guess so."

It wasn't narcissism, but rather that he couldn't think of any other reason at the moment.

Hua Yue gripped the bamboo skewer in her hand tightly: "Could you help persuade her? My family is very worried right now."

"Do your best."

Ding Heng nodded.

"Also, after she goes to the capital, could you please stop bothering her and let her focus on her artistic path? My sister has come a long way..."

Hua Yue's voice trembled slightly, probably because she realized that her request was too naive.

Ding Heng and Hua Qing are both adults, and it was consensual between them; outsiders really can't do anything about it.

But if it were an ordinary boy, Hua Yue would send her blessings!

But now... damn it, this three-timing beast!

Moreover, why did he have to target the people closest to him?

Ding Heng didn't answer again, and brought up the system interface in his mind.

【Azure Cold Sword Immortal: Hua Qing】

[Current Status: A Fairy Who Has Lost All Her Cultivation Power]

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 61%]

[Progress of severing emotional ties: 0%]

His gaze fell on the words "severing all ties of love," and he remained silent for a long time.

"What's the latest your sister will reply to the Beijing Dance Academy?"

"The second semester will start after the New Year."

Ding Heng picked up the remaining beer and drank it all in one gulp, then smashed the bottle and gave his guarantee.

"Don't worry, your sister will definitely go to the capital!"

"A Cosplayer Photoshoot: Why Did the System Take It Seriously?" - Stunning writing and a captivating plot!