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

Chapter 47: The "Tamed" Girl

The moment the phone screen lit up, the warm, cozy atmosphere in the kitchen seemed to be torn open.

Ding Heng remained expressionless and pressed the call button to connect to speakerphone.

"Brother Ding Heng—!"

Zhao Yanxi's voice boomed from the receiver, as energetic as ever.

"What are you doing?"

"We're about to eat."

"Is this time for lunch?"

Zhao Yanxi, channeling Sherlock Holmes, asked, "Wenjing is next to you, isn't she?"

Wenjing was busy fiddling with the beef in the pot when she heard this. She shrank back and replied guiltily, "Um... I'm here."

"I knew it."

Zhao Yanxi hummed twice on the other end, her tone becoming cheerful again.

"I received the beef and wine! We had guests over today, and my dad immediately brought them out to entertain them. He especially loved the wine; he was flushed from drinking so much and told me to thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like it, Uncle."

"Hehe! My parents are taking me to university in a few days. See you then, Ding Heng!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a "ding" sounded from the kitchen—the steamer timer went off.

Wenjing hurriedly turned around to lift the pot lid, and steam billowed up. She instinctively exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, the fish is ready!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"You...aren't you at the hotel?"

Zhao Yanxi's voice suddenly dropped in pitch.

Ding Heng didn't try to hide anything and explained, "Wenjing was scared to stay in a hotel alone, so she moved to my place."

A soft sigh came through the receiver.

"Little Jingjing, your move... was too ruthless. I can't outsmart you, sister!"

Wenjing carefully took the steamed fish out of the pot, her face flushed as if from the steam.

"Yan hope, don't talk nonsense..."

"Okay, okay, I won't disturb your meal anymore, bye!"

The phone call ended, and three dishes and a soup were served.

After the meal, Ding Heng took the initiative to clear the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen. Wen Jing got up to take them, but Ding Heng refused.

"I'll do the washing. You've been busy all day, take a break."

"That won't do..."

"You cook, I wash the dishes, our division of labor is clear."

Ding Heng turned on the tap and began to get busy.

Wenjing didn't insist any further. She stood aside, took the bowls that Ding Heng had washed, wiped them dry one by one with a cloth, and put them into the sterilizer.

The two stood side by side, and Ding Heng suddenly asked, "Wenjing, when do you plan to go back to Zhuzhou?"

Wenjing did the math: "Ten days from now, just in time to finish this month's work."

"Have you prepared everything for the start of school?"

"I don't have much luggage, so there's not much to prepare. Xingcheng is close to Zhuzhou, so I can just go back there if necessary."

After washing the last dish, Ding Heng changed the subject: "Wenjing, you don't have a computer yet, right?"

Wenjing paused in her wiping of the dishes, but did not respond.

Ding Heng continued, "It's inconvenient not having a computer at university. Have you thought about what kind to buy?"

Wenjing remained silent, quietly placing the dried bowl into the sterilizer.

"Then I'll make the decision for you?"

Ding Heng took out his phone and said, "Order now, it should arrive in the next day or two."

Wenjing tightened her grip on the rim of the bowl.

This time, however, she seemed to have figured something out, as she didn't even offer symbolic responses like "no need," "too expensive," or "I'll figure it out myself."

She responded softly, "Thank you."

Ding Heng turned to face Wen Jing, grinned, and said, "Thanks, but don't say it too soon. This time it's not free."

Wenjing's heart suddenly started racing.

Has what was destined to happen finally arrived?

No, actually we arrived a little late.

From meeting at the comic convention, to staying in a hotel for free, to working a summer job, to those clothes, to moving into this house—she has been accepting everything, but has never really responded to anything.

And all she seemed to be able to respond with was that little bit of something...

Wenjing folded the rag and placed it by the sink.

She neither looked up nor flinched; she simply stood there quietly, as if awaiting some kind of verdict.

"Wenjing..."

After placing the order, Ding Heng put away his phone and posed a leading question.

What do you think I like most about you?

Wenjing subconsciously looked down at the two soft mounds that were still clearly defined despite being wrapped up in loose loungewear.

But she couldn't bring herself to give that embarrassing answer, so she ended up downplaying the issue.

"You...you like to pinch my face."

Her voice was broken and hesitant, filled with deep embarrassment.

Ding Heng smiled; the answer was within his expectations.

"So what if I want to pinch your cheeks?"

"Just obediently offer your face for me to rub, don't resist..."

Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, and her cheeks were burning hot.

"Good girl!"

Ding Heng's tone was like rewarding an obedient little animal.

"Also, as you know, I like to take pictures. Sometimes I see beautiful scenery and want to record it, but simply taking pictures of the scenery is too monotonous. That's when I need a model... Isn't it a coincidence that we go to the same university?"

Wenjing uttered a confused nasal sound, "Hmm?"

Ding Heng said slowly and deliberately, "But the university is so big. If I want to take photos, you have to make it easy for me to find you, right?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"so what……?"

"From now on, your messages will always be pinned to the top of my phone, the highest priority!"

Wenjing's proactive answer pleased Ding Heng greatly.

He reached out and gently pinched Wenjing's cheek. The feel of it was as good as ever, like a fine glutinous rice ball, soft and bouncy.

"If I message you wanting to pinch your cheeks, or if I need you to be my model..."

"I'll get there as fast as I can!"

"very good!"

Ding Heng continued to guide him.

"Furthermore, as my model, when you buy clothes or do your styling, shouldn't you also consider my aesthetic sense and feelings?"

"Um……"

Wenjing was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak.

"Think about it..."

Ding Heng's tone was tinged with worry: "What if you buy clothes I don't like, or choose the wrong style or color, and you don't look good in my photos..."

He paused deliberately, looking at Wenjing expectantly.

Under Ding Heng's persuasive words, Wen Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"So before buying clothes, they need to take photos of you trying them on and send them to you. Only if you think they look good...can you buy them!"

"All the clothes?"

"Hmm...all the clothes!"

Wenjing felt her cheeks burning.

Ding Heng tightened his grip on her cheeks slightly and said, "Also, Wenjing, do you know when you look your best?"

"Wh...when?"

"She just finished bathing, her little face was all pink from the hot water, and the water droplets rolling down her neck...so clean and innocent!"

Ding Heng gently ran his fingers across Wen Jing's cheek, mimicking the trajectory of a water droplet.

Do you know what I mean?

"clear……"

"That's a good boy!"

Ding Heng then pinched her soft earlobe and gently rubbed it.

"Do you have anything to add?"

"I……"

Wenjing fell silent, and only the two of them breathed softly in the kitchen.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to almost give up entirely.

"Once school starts, I'll proactively send you my class schedule in advance, marking the free time slots, and then I'll make a memo based on your available time!"

Ding Heng didn't speak, but continued to stroke her earlobe.

Wenjing's voice trembled slightly: "I'll only contact you when you're free, and if you contact me, I'll definitely try my best to be available!"

"Is there still the usual good morning and good night greetings?"

"We guarantee there will be no interruption!"

"OK!"

Ding Heng patted the girl's head, as if giving her a reward.

He hadn't expected Wenjing to be so "sharp-witted," grasping things so quickly.

Then Ding Heng slightly suppressed his smile, and his tone suddenly changed.

"One more thing, you're so pretty and cute, you're bound to meet all sorts of people who want to get to know you, especially boys, whether at school or outside."

Wenjing's body tensed slightly.

"Actually, I'm a very stingy person."

Ding Heng solemnly advised, "So if you plan to participate in on-campus or off-campus activities with your friends, especially in situations where other boys might be present, such as club gatherings, social events, etc.... or..."

He paused briefly.

"At any time, if anyone, regardless of gender, says or does anything that makes you feel unhappy, uncomfortable, or scared... remember!"

Ding Heng's tone was resolute and forceful, conveying a strong sense of security.

"Call me right now! No matter where you are, I'll find you immediately and help you solve your problem, understand?"

"I...I understand!"

Wenjing's eyes suddenly felt a little hot, and she nodded vigorously.

She didn't feel that her private life was being "interfered with" at all, nor did she feel that she was being "controlled".

I just realized that I could be cherished and loved so deeply by someone.

[The Record of Redemption: Wenjing]

[Current Status: The Corrupted Nun]

Purification level: 94%

[Ding! Purification value exceeds 90%, milestone achieved!]

[Rewards: Divine Merit +500, Agility +3, Skill "True Sight" upgraded again!]

Ding Heng let out a long sigh of relief.

Sure enough, for Wenjing, this method was the most direct and effective.

That time he cursed at her sister in the car too.

He had to show her a strong enough "favoritism" so that the emptiness in her heart caused by long-term neglect could be quickly filled.

Although it feels like a CPU...

But—[Purification Value: 94%]

6% short.

Ding Heng snapped out of his thoughts and reassured him, "Go and rest. You have to go to work tomorrow."

Wenjing nodded quietly, like a little animal that had just been stroked, and left the kitchen.

She walked into the living room, then suddenly turned back.

Ding Heng was still standing by the stove, tidying up the spice bottles he had just used.

The warm yellow light fell on his shoulders.

"Ding Heng".

"Um?"

"Good night……"

"Good night."

Wenjing turned and walked into the guest room, gently closing the door behind her.

Leaning against the door, she slowly slid down to the ground and buried her burning face in her knees.

She didn't know how much of Ding Heng's words were sincere and how much were a joke.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong for her to give in and comply without any bottom line, gradually surrendering all her boundaries.

But she knew.

She is willing.