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

Chapter 63: Hua Qing's Conditions?

The vehicles slowly came to a stop at the red light.

Hua Qing turned her head to the side, and disgust resurfaced in her gaze as she looked at Ding Heng.

This time, however, she didn't react, and even secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Ding Heng really only cares about those dirty things... I can just grit my teeth and bear it.

Moreover, his background seems unusual, so we might be able to use him to our advantage.

Her mother used to tell her, "You've raised her to be so beautiful, so you have to make good use of your advantages. Don't be as cold as ice when a man gets close."

At that time, Hua Qing scoffed at it, believing that she could make a name for herself through her own abilities.

Now that things have come to this, she can understand her mother a little better.

The green light comes on.

"Don't worry, I'll cooperate, but..."

Hua Qing stepped on the gas, swallowed hard, and tried to calm herself down, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"I have another question to ask."

"Go ahead and ask."

"You don't have any special... perverted fetishes, right?"

Ding Heng turned his head to look at her.

Hua Qing's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, her expression tense, as if she were conducting a serious negotiation.

Ding Heng laughed again, and the man's laughter made Hua Qing's heart skip a beat.

"If I had one—"

He drew out his words, slowly savoring Hua Qing's exquisite face: "Senior, is it acceptable?"

Hua Qing fell silent.

Her gaze was fixed on the road ahead, the traffic flowing past her like a moving painting, but she couldn't see anything.

Those scenes she had heard of but never dared to think about flashed through her mind one after another.

To bind.

Whipping.

props.

……

And then there are those even more outrageous things, things whose names alone send chills down your spine.

Her palms began to sweat, and her toes curled up involuntarily.

But she didn't slow down.

The car drove straight to the entrance of the Chujiang Hotel and came to a smooth stop.

Hua Qing loosened the steering wheel and turned to look directly at Ding Heng.

The disgust in those eyes had been suppressed, replaced by a resolute determination, like burning one's boats.

"I only have two requests."

Her voice was steady, and she enunciated each word clearly.

"First, I still need to dance, so you can't cause any damage to my body, especially my face and feet."

Secondly, it cannot cause any damage to my reputation. For example, it cannot involve the release of any indecent videos or photos, to the point that I am blacklisted by the entire dance industry.

After she finished speaking, she stared at Ding Heng, waiting for his response.

Ding Heng was stunned for a moment, slightly surprised.

"Just these two points?"

"Just these two points!"

Hua Qing nodded, her tone resolute.

Ding Heng remained silent for several seconds.

During the time Hua Qing remained silent the whole way, he guessed that she must have gone through all sorts of possible scenarios in her mind.

Those filthy, disgusting, and chilling images made her scalp crawl.

After thinking for so long, I only made these two requests.

It cannot harm the body, nor can it damage the reputation.

As for the rest, those things she herself dared not even think about—she actually accepted them all?

Ding Heng leaned back in his chair, suddenly feeling a little like laughing.

It's not mockery.

It was the kind of laugh that comes after being shocked, helpless, and not knowing what to say.

In the past, when he read martial arts novels, he always found it hard to understand those characters who were almost fanatical about superior martial arts skills.

For example, Ouyang Feng, and Kumārajīva.

With their strength and status, wouldn't it be better for them to live a carefree life in a secluded corner?

Why bother vying for the title of "Number One in the World" and fighting over the Nine Yin Manual and Six Meridian Divine Sword?

Hua Qing is a living example now.

A "dance fanatic".

The winner of the Lotus Award Gold Medal was highly sought after by the Beijing Dance Academy, and her family was also well-off.

Even if she never dances again, with her family background, looks, and resume, she can find a good husband, open a training institution, and live a peaceful and stable life.

But in order to continue dancing, she actually put herself in such a state?

Ding Heng sighed softly: "Are you sure?"

Hua Qing took a deep breath: "I'm sure!"

Ding Heng didn't say anything more and opened the car door.

"Get off the bus."

Hua Qing sat in the driver's seat, watching Ding Heng's back as he walked towards the hotel entrance.

He walked away calmly, without even glancing back at her.

Hua Qing was still trying to calm herself down, but her body didn't lie. She started sweating, her thighs went weak, and her heart was beating faster and faster.

Several seconds later, she let go of his hand, opened the car door, and followed him.

The entrance to the Chujiang Hotel is magnificent and grand, with dazzling crystal chandeliers overhead.

Hua Qing stood at the doorway, looked up, and gazed at the revolving door.

What lies beyond that door might be a strange, unknown, and unimaginable hellish world for her.

but……

Hua Qing adjusted her breathing, mustered her courage, and stepped inside.

Everything for dance!