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

Chapter 22: First Kiss

Ding Heng found the sudden little incident childish and laughable, and didn't take it to heart at all.

He went to bed early to get enough rest and prepare for the next day's tasks.

The next morning, Ding Heng arrived at the hotel early and waited in the lobby for a while before Wen Jing and Zhao Yanxi walked out of the elevator together.

Although Zhao Yanxi had a smile on her face, her tone was tinged with jealousy: "Oh, Brother Ding Heng is here really early today, so eager, huh?"

Ding Heng joked, "Of course, that's why I came early to take you to work."

Zhao Yanxi snorted softly, feeling even more uncomfortable.

"No trouble at all, I can just take the bus myself."

In short, each person gets a day. Zhao Yanxi didn't compete or fight, waved her hand and turned to leave, while Wen Jing followed Ding Heng to the underground parking garage.

As Wenjing sat in the passenger seat, her heart pounded.

It was nominally just friends hanging out, but it was actually her first time "dating" a guy alone.

Although I wasn't dressed up or wearing makeup, and was just dressed in a simple jacket and casual pants, I was still quite nervous...

Ding Heng started the car, turned his head and asked, "Do you have any plans for today?"

Wenjing gripped the seatbelt tightly and whispered, "I want to go buy something."

"Buy something?" Ding Heng asked, puzzled. "Is there anything the hotel is missing?"

Wenjing blushed slightly: "It's my fault for not bringing enough clothes. It's too hot, and my underwear... needs to be changed and washed every day, so I don't have enough. I also want to buy a few pairs of socks."

Ding Heng looked surprised: "So... you want me to go shopping for underwear with you?"

"Yes, is that not allowed?"

Wenjing nodded blankly, completely unaware of how ambiguous this was between the opposite sexes.

Ding Heng was amused by Wen Jing's matter-of-fact reaction and confirmed it again.

Are you sure?

"Yes, I'm sure."

Wenjing was left bewildered by Ding Heng's questions.

It's just buying clothes, what's the problem?

"Well... do you need me to help you choose some styles? I have a pretty good eye."

"refer to?"

Wenjing didn't react at first. She blinked her eyes and stood there stunned for a full half minute before her fair face flushed red.

"Ding Heng...you're so annoying!"

Finally, she realized what was happening. Feeling both embarrassed and anxious, she raised her small fist and lightly punched Ding Heng, muttering a protest, but her soft and sweet tone had no intimidating power whatsoever.

Ding Heng laughed heartily and focused on driving.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around! Now that you've bought the clothes, what are your plans?"

Wenjing withdrew her hand, covered her still burning face, and slowly calmed her heartbeat.

Having made absolutely no plans, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you and Yan hope do yesterday?"

Ding Heng replied, "I went with her to get her hair done. Would you like to?"

Wenjing immediately shook her head vigorously, "No, no, no... I won't dye my hair!"

As a well-behaved student, she doesn't have the courage to try dyeing her hair yet.

Her parents' nagging alone was enough to drive her crazy...

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions. He drove to a large shopping mall nearby and went straight to the women's underwear section.

As they reached the shop entrance, Wenjing suddenly turned around and stretched out her arms to block Ding Heng at the door.

"You...you're not allowed to go in!"

The girl's face was still flushed, but her tone was more resolute than ever before.

"Why?" Ding Heng asked, puzzled. "I'm just waiting here, I'm not peeking at you."

"In short... in short, it's absolutely not allowed!"

This was the first time Ding Heng had seen Wen Jing so assertive, which only fueled his curiosity.

"Okay, okay, I'll wait outside."

He raised his hands in surrender and retreated to sit on a public bench next to the shop entrance.

Through the glass window, Ding Heng watched Wen Jing walk into the store, where a smiling saleswoman immediately greeted her.

Wenjing kept her head down, her posture timid and hesitant, as she began to talk to the sales assistant.

The sales assistant's face showed a moment of surprise, and she unconsciously made an exaggerated circular gesture with her hands in front of her chest. Finally, she nodded quietly, turned around, and walked quickly towards the back warehouse of the store, obviously to retrieve some inventory.

Ding Heng, watching from outside, almost burst out laughing; now he understood everything.

In order to create the most "standard" and "aesthetically pleasing" visual effect in the limited front desk space, women's lingerie stores usually have clear size selection standards when displaying their products.

Within the industry, the so-called "standard display codes" are often 75A, 75B, or 80A, because they are considered to be suitable for most models and have greater visual universality and "aesthetic appeal".

For someone like Wenjing with such an unusually large size, the corresponding underwear is usually not displayed on the front desk; it is a "special size" that needs to be retrieved from the warehouse.

No wonder this girl wouldn't let me in; she was afraid of overhearing her discussion with the sales assistant about specific sizes...

This is a classic case of "protesting too much."

Wenjing, who was anxiously waiting in the store, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around, just in time to meet Ding Heng's smirking face through the shop window.

The girl was both ashamed and angry, her face turning so red it was almost bleeding, but she had nowhere to hide. She could only stomp her foot lightly on the spot and turn her head away, not daring to look at him again.

But in Ding Heng's eyes, Wen Jing's shy and anxious expression, with her slightly stamping her feet and tilting her head, resembled a little white rabbit that had been teased but was helpless and could only sulk by herself.

Every subtle movement exudes an unknowing cuteness, making you want to pinch and squeeze it.

No, I need to find another excuse to pinch her cute little round face again!

A dozen minutes later, Wenjing, carrying two exquisite paper bags, practically hunched over and scurried out of the store, barely daring to look at Ding Heng the entire time.

Back in the car, she put the bag on the back seat, fastened her seatbelt, and remained silent with her head down.

Ding Heng was about to start the car when he glanced at it unintentionally.

Wenjing's eyes were slightly red at some point, and her long eyelashes were damp with moisture.

Ding Heng's heart tightened, and he quickly asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Was it something that happened in the shop just now...?"

He wondered if the sales assistant was rude or if the size was wrong and made her uncomfortable.

Wenjing sniffed, quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and choked back tears, "Ding Heng...do you also think...do you think what I'm doing is...exaggerated and funny?"

Ding Heng paused for a moment, then immediately denied it: "No, it's fine."

"That's not good at all!"

Wenjing's emotions suddenly became somewhat out of control, and long-accumulated grievances and feelings of inferiority welled up in her heart.

"It's been like this since junior high school... I can't run anymore, and I don't dare to jump. I'm always the laughing stock in PE class."

Boys would give me nasty nicknames behind my back, and girls would look at me strangely. My shoulders were always sore and heavy. Even in the hot summer, I dared not wear clothes that were too thin or too tight, otherwise I would feel like people were watching me wherever I went...

Buying clothes is always the hardest thing; there are so few suitable styles... I don't like this at all!

Ding Heng listened to Wen Jing's tearful accusations and suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

I had teased her with a joking attitude, completely ignoring the fact that Wenjing was just a simple and introverted girl who had just graduated from high school.

Her prominent physical features brought her no pride during her student years, but rather real trouble, ridicule, and a heavy psychological burden.

In her subconscious, this was even a kind of "flaw" or "trouble," something that needed to be covered up and something to feel ashamed of.

Ding Heng felt guilty and wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't say anything for a moment.

Are you suggesting I say, "It's okay, I just like big ones!"

Is this considered indecent assault?

"Why are you crying? Aren't you stupid?"

Ding Heng reached out and gently wiped away the moisture from the corner of Wen Jing's eyes with his thumb.

"Those guys who give you nicknames are just being sour grapes, trying every trick in the book to get your attention. And those girls, they're actually feeling jealous!"

In short, there's no need to feel embarrassed about this, and certainly don't find it troublesome, understand?

After a series of events, Wenjing was once again bewildered by Ding Heng. She stopped crying, but her heart was pounding and her face was burning.

She shifted uncomfortably, unconsciously straightening her slightly hunched back a little.

Indeed, regardless of what others think.

Ding Heng seems to like it quite a bit...

After leaving the mall, just like yesterday, Ding Heng accompanied Wen Jing through the standard date routine.

Browse boutiques, watch a light-hearted animated film, enjoy cakes together at a café...

At the end of the day, although nothing earth-shattering happened, Wenjing enjoyed the feeling of being accompanied, cared for, and even "brainwashed" with affirmation.

The system was also updated in a timely manner, and the purification value quietly reached 30%.

[Ding! Purification value exceeds 30%, milestone achieved!]

[Rewards: 500 Divine Merit Points, +3 Agility, and an upgrade to the "True Sight" skill!]

It was almost 6 p.m. when Ding Heng prepared to drive to McDonald's to pick up Zhao Yanxi from get off work.

Wenjing suddenly reminded her, "Oh right, Yan Xi just sent a message saying she's already back at the hotel and we don't need to pick her up."

Why did she leave work early?

"She didn't say anything, she just told us to hurry back too."

"Alright..."

When the two drove back to the Chujiang Hotel and parked the car in the garage, Zhao Yanxi, with her striking purple hair, suddenly jumped out and grabbed Ding Heng's arm.

"You're finally back!"

Zhao Yanxi spoke urgently, then turned to Wenjing: "Xiaojing, go upstairs first and let me borrow him for a bit. It's a little troublesome!"

After saying that, she dragged Ding Heng and walked quickly toward the elevator, leaving Wen Jing looking bewildered.

The elevator doors closed and began to ascend.

Ding Heng shook his arm, which was being squeezed so hard, and asked curiously, "What happened? Why are you so flustered?"

Zhao Yanxi leaned against the elevator wall, scratching her hair in frustration: "He's here!"

"Who?"

"Tang Hainuo!"

"That 'Promise of the Sea'?"

"right!"

Zhao Yanxi nodded, her face full of annoyance.

"He somehow found out I was working part-time in Xingcheng, and today he actually came to the store! He ordered a set meal and sat there all morning, staring at me like a pervert!"

I was worried about disturbing my other colleagues, so I slipped back early, but he followed me and is now waiting in the hotel lobby!

Ding Heng frowned. This level of harassment was definitely warranted by calling the police!

With a "ding," the elevator arrived at the hotel lobby.

A boy was sitting on the sofa in the rest area.

He was slightly overweight, wore black-rimmed glasses, and his hair was neatly styled, but he exuded a bookish air and an incongruous sense of tension.

It was Tang Hainuo.

The moment Tang Hainuo saw Zhao Yanxi, his eyes lit up, and he forced out an extremely ingratiating smile.

"Yan hope! I..."

Tang Hainuo's voice abruptly stopped.

Zhao Yanxi stood on tiptoe, tilted her head back, and offered her soft red lips to Ding Heng without hesitation.

Time seemed to stretch out and freeze at that moment.

Ding Heng stood frozen in place, his pupils slightly contracted.

A sweet, girlish scent wafted over me, and my lips felt a soft yet burning touch.

Zhao Yanxi's kiss lacked any skill whatsoever; it was nothing but trembling and force, as if she were making a desperate gamble.

Tang Hainuo, who was not far away, was completely stunned. The smile and excitement on his face froze instantly and then shattered, leaving only disbelief, shock, bewilderment, and despair.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, as if the whole world was collapsing before his eyes.