Chapter 193: Daily Life After Meeting in a Long-Distance Relationship

Sunset

Hua Qing opened her eyes and saw a man's strong chest.

After lunch, the two of them snuggled up on the sofa, feeling drowsy and falling asleep without realizing it. When they opened their eyes, it was already past five in the afternoon.

Hua Qing looked up at Ding Heng's face.

The man's features were much softer than when he was sober, losing some of his roguishness and instead revealing a youthful charm.

A few seconds later, Hua Qing quickly looked away again, as if she was worried about being discovered.

But after a short while, her gaze involuntarily turned back, and her heart began to beat faster and faster.

Actually, there's nothing much to see.

She had been looking at the man in front of her for almost a year, and she could draw his outline with her eyes closed.

But she just couldn't help it...

"Have you seen enough?"

Ding Heng's voice suddenly rang out.

"Who, who's looking at you!"

Hua Qing suddenly shrank back, trying to get out of his embrace, but the large hand on her waist suddenly tightened, holding her firmly.

Helpless, she could only turn her head away, still stubbornly insisting, "I'm thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I wonder when you're leaving."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Hua Qing immediately regretted them.

The way she said that made it sound like she was telling him to get rid of her.

Ding Heng didn't seem to mind, and gently kneaded her waist with his fingers.

"When do you want me to leave, senior?"

Hua Qing pursed her lips and lowered her voice.

"How would I know..."

"Is it a flight tonight? Or tomorrow morning?"

Hua Qing didn't speak, her fingers unconsciously clenching Ding Heng's clothes.

Ding Heng's lips curled into a slight smile: "If it really doesn't work out, can I stay a few more days?"

Hua Qing remained silent, but her brows and eyes relaxed considerably, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ding Heng patted her on the back like he was coaxing a child: "Okay, stay with your senior for the rest of the holiday before you leave."

Hua Qing buried her face in his chest again and let out a muffled "hmm".

A few minutes later, Ding Heng finally relaxed and got off the sofa to go to the bathroom.

Hua Qing turned and lay flat on her back, reaching for her phone as she did so.

The screen lit up, showing several unread messages.

[Fan Chenxi]: Are you feeling better? Shall we practice together tomorrow?

[Fan Chenxi]: Or does that mean you won't train once your boyfriend arrives? [doge emoji]

Hua Qing's pretty face flushed slightly as she tapped her fingers on the screen.

[Hua Qing]: Let's rest first, you're still not feeling well.

[Fan Chenxi]: Come on, your face will be all better the moment your boyfriend arrives at noon. What do you mean you're not feeling well? I think you have "boyfriend-arriving syndrome."

Hua Qing was speechless.

[Fan Chenxi]: Okay, okay, I won't disturb your time together. Get some rest, see you on Monday.

Fan Chenxi: [Waves]

Hua Qing replied with an "Mm" and tossed her phone aside.

After Ding Heng finished relieving himself, he shook the water off his hands and asked, "Want to go for a walk together?"

"it is good."

Hua Qing rolled off the sofa: "Wait for me."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

She quickly walked into the dressing room and closed the door.

When she came out again, she was wearing a light green, thin Hanfu dress made of cotton and linen, with a design inspired by JK uniforms. The fitted waist accentuated her slender figure.

Ding Heng looked her up and down.

"Your new model?"

"Um."

Hua Qing walked up to him and spun around.

Her skirt fluttered gently, revealing a section of her fair calves.

"Xiaoyue and I designed it together, isn't it beautiful?"

Her tone was casual, but her eyes held a hint of anticipation.

"nice."

Ding Heng nodded, his tone serious: "Senior looks good in anything."

Hua Qing pouted: "That's all you can say."

"The truth doesn't need to be embellished."

Ding Heng reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear.

"Glib-tongued."

Hua Qing turned and went out first, and Ding Heng quickly followed.

The two didn't go too far, just strolled around a nearby shopping mall and bought some things that they had no idea whether they would be useful or not.

Finally, we found a Hunan restaurant for a quick dinner, took a walk, and prepared to head back.

The car drove smoothly through the capital's night, with streetlights flashing past the window one after another, casting flickering shadows on Hua Qing's face.

She suddenly spoke: "Ding Heng."

Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel, his posture relaxed: "Hmm?"

What are your plans for summer vacation?

"Go out and have fun with Yan hope and the others."

"Last time you were at the beach on Hainan Island..."

Hua Qing lowered her eyes and softened her voice: "Did you have fun together?"

Ding Heng asked bluntly, "If you're interested, senior, how about we try it together during the summer vacation?"

"abnormal."

Hua Qing muttered something as usual.

"Too……"

Ding Heng's tone turned serious: "I almost forgot, once you're chosen as the lead, you'll immediately be busy with training and a national tour. You won't have time to mess around with us."

"It's not even close to being settled yet, don't talk nonsense."

"What's wrong? Doesn't the senior have confidence in herself yet?"

It's not that I lack confidence.

Hua Qing sighed, "It's just... I always feel like I'm not at my best yet. Teacher Qi also said that my expression in some places is still lacking, not 'clear' enough."

"through?"

"How should I put it..."

Hua Qing carefully chose her words: "Teacher Qi said that my technique is fine, but I'm still lacking in emotional expression. My expression isn't natural enough; there's a layer of shell."

Ding Heng, who knew absolutely nothing about dance, was completely bewildered.

However, from his perspective, Hua Qing, as a dance genius chosen from among millions, should be a sure thing to get the role.

Of course, this is all on the premise that there is no external interference...

"Senior, last time you mentioned that Shen... Shen..."

"Shen Tingwan".

"Yes, Shen Tingwan."

Ding Heng said seriously, "I looked into her before I came. It seems her family is from the capital? Her parents seem to be from the General Administration of Sport's Song and Dance Troupe, and she also has an uncle who works at the National Centre for the Performing Arts. She can be considered an artistic family. She grew up in the industry, with resources, connections, and a broad perspective..."

Hua Qing frowned and interrupted, "Why are you bringing this up?"

"In short... she poses a significant threat to the senior student."

Ding Heng cut to the chase: "Is there some connection behind this?"

"What do you mean, 'it doesn't matter'?"

Hua Qing frowned even more, her tone even a little sharp: "If someone dances better than me, and I'm not good enough myself, then the lead dancer should be her, it has nothing to do with her background."

Ding Heng reached out and patted her thigh lightly: "Don't worry, senior, I'm here for you."

Don't overthink it.

Hua Qing sighed, "Teacher Qi is in charge; I trust her!"

When the green light came on, Ding Heng stepped on the gas again.

At times, Hua Qing, who is four years older than him, seems overly naive.

In the end, Qi Yanran was just a dance teacher without real power. Although she was dedicated to the art, she could only do her best to be a good person.

Moreover, once they are coerced by external forces, they will also be unable to control their own destiny.

"Okay, if my senior says no, then no."

Ding Heng didn't press further, and the conversation ended there.

As the car turned into the residential area, Hua Qing stopped at the delivery station and retrieved three or four parcel boxes of varying sizes.

"What did you buy?"

"For practicing martial arts."

The two carried the package upstairs, and Ding Heng took out a utility knife from the drawer and cut open the first box.

Inside were several pairs of ballet shoes, low-cut satin, in a very pale flesh-pink color.

Hua Qing sat cross-legged and took out the dance shoes one by one, carefully checking the toes and soles. After confirming that there were no problems, she picked up the dance shoes and kept banging and folding them on the floor, even hitting them hard with something.

Ding Heng asked, puzzled, "Why are you doing this with your perfectly good new shoes, senior?"

Hua Qing explained, "New shoes are too stiff. Softer shoes will fit the feet better and prevent toes from cracking, getting blisters, and bleeding."

"That won't do! Senior, are you still using the ointment?"

"What's your hurry?"

"I haven't had enough fun yet, how can I not be in a hurry?"

"You...you're a pervert!"

Hua Qing muttered another curse.

The second box was slightly larger; inside was a set of training clothes.

It's a dark blue jumpsuit made of lightweight, smooth fabric.

Hua Qing picked it up, shook it out, held it up to her body, and then handed it to Ding Heng.

"Could you stretch it for me and see how elastic it is?"

Ding Heng took it, pinched the fabric with both hands, and gently pulled it to both sides.

It has good elasticity and immediately returns to its original shape after being released.

He touched the fabric again and casually remarked, "This material is quite smooth, just like my senior's legs."

"abnormal!!!"

Hua Qing snatched the training clothes from Ding Heng's hands, crumpled them up, and stuffed them back into the box.

Ding Heng chuckled softly and stopped teasing her.

The third box was the smallest, containing a bottle of anti-slip rosin commonly used by dance students, and several spare large sock straps.

Hua Qing checked everything one by one, got up and went into the dressing room to change into her newly bought training clothes, along with a pair of tight white tights.

She returned to the living room and asked Ding Heng.

"How is it? Does it fit?"

"nice."

"I didn't ask if it looked good, I asked if it fit you well?"

Hua Qing's tone was disdainful, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

"I want to practice dancing today, can you keep an eye on me?"

"I don't know anything about dance, what advice can I give?"

"Just watch."

Hua Qing then ran towards the dance studio, her steps light and quick.

Ding Heng followed and stopped at the door.

The dance studio was converted from a storage room. It wasn't very big, with dance floor mats on the floor and barres placed in front of a full-length mirror.

Hua Qing walked to the barre and began to warm up.

Leg presses, stretches, shoulder openings... all movements are standard and graceful, accompanied by muscle memory developed through years of training.

After a little warm-up, Hua Qing lifted her left leg and put it on the barre, slowly leaning forward until her chin almost touched her knee.

Her back was straight, her hips were aligned, and the lines of her legs, encased in white pantyhose, were smooth and taut.

She pressed down for a while, then switched to the other leg.

Then he straightened up and turned to Ding Heng.

"Press it down for me."

"How do you press?"

"Stand behind me, hold my shoulders, and press down."

Ding Heng walked over, placed his hands on Hua Qing's shoulders, and gently pressed down.

"Push harder."

Hua Qing frowned slightly: "Don't worry about me being in pain."

Ding Heng increased the pressure on his hand.

Hua Qing's body slowly sank down, a stretching and soreness coming from the back of her thighs. She bit her lower lip and her breathing quickened slightly.

Ding Heng's hand slowly slid from her shoulder to her waist, his palm resting on her firm waistline, his thumb gently touching the edge of her ribs. .

"Your waist is so flexible, senior."

"You...should press down properly."

"Am I putting pressure on myself?"

Ding Heng spoke innocently, but his hands didn't stop moving.

"Don't speak..."

Hua Qing's voice was strained, it was hard to tell whether it was from pain or embarrassment.

Ding Heng didn't speak again, and pressed down evenly with his hand.

A thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on Hua Qing's forehead, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

"That's enough... that's enough."

She finally spoke, and Ding Heng released his grip, asking curiously.

"Does the senior still practice so late at night?"

Hua Qing straightened up, stretched her shoulders, and turned to face Ding Heng.

"Anyway, it doesn't hurt anymore, so I'll practice a little more to maintain my condition."

"Then I'll go with my senior."

Ding Heng walked to the chair by the wall and sat down. Crossing your legs.

"Oh……"

For Hua Qing, dance is an important part of her life.

Involving Ding Heng further warmed up their relationship.

She turned on her phone, connected it to the Bluetooth speaker, went to the center of the dance studio, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

As the music started, Hua Qing began to move.

Arms outstretched, waist twisted, steps light.

Every movement is precise to the extreme, yet it exudes a restrained beauty.

Ding Heng quietly admired... He had seen Hua Qing dance many times, and he was always captivated by it.

Putting aside the art aspect—her face is truly beautiful! Her legs are incredibly long!

As the melody quickened, Hua Qing's movements became more powerful.

Spin, jump, bend over backwards.

Hua Qing was completely immersed in her own world, and began the final spin, one circle, two circles, three circles... Suddenly her foot slipped.

She lost her balance and leaned backward.

"Be careful!"

Ding Heng rushed forward and steadily supported Hua Qing's lower back.

Hua Qing leaned into Ding Heng's arms, panting heavily.

Fine beads of sweat clung to her eyelashes, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and her breath was hot.

Sweat soaked through her workout clothes, clinging to her body and outlining every inch of her skin.

"Are you alright?"

Ding Heng's hand was still on her waist, and he didn't let go.

"No...it's nothing..."

Hua Qing tried to stand up straight by using Ding Heng's arm for support, but her knees buckled and she fell back down.

Ding Heng pulled her closer, placing his other hand on her back. Through the wet fabric, his fingertips could clearly feel the outline of her spine.

Hua Qing's breathing became increasingly erratic.

She could feel Ding Heng's hand slowly moving across her back, his fingertips tracing down from her shoulder blades, passing through each segment of her spine, and finally stopping at her lower back, where he pressed down lightly.

"Well……"

Hua Qing let out a short, soft hum and buried her face in Ding Heng's chest.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and all the blood in her body was rushing to her face.

Ding Heng's hand stopped at her waist and did not move.

A few seconds later, he released his grip and took a step back.

"Go take a shower, you're all sweaty."

"Um."

Hua Qing responded softly and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of water began to run.

After taking a shower and returning to the bedroom, Hua Qing had already changed into a light gray slip dress, with her thighs covered by white stockings.

She deliberately slowed her pace, her fingertips lightly brushing the edge of his thigh, drawing Ding Heng's eyes deeper into her gaze.

Finally, he came to Ding Heng's side and slowly knelt down.

Ding Heng looked down and asked with a smile, "Senior, what are you doing?"

"you……"

Hua Qing's voice trembled slightly: "You rarely come all this way..."

She couldn't bring herself to say anything too embarrassing, but the meaning was clear.

Although it wasn't convenient for her to come on her period today, Ding Heng had gone to all this trouble to come see her, so at least she shouldn't let the man feel uncomfortable.

From Ding Heng's perspective, Hua Qing's nightgown was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs.

The woman, with her legs wrapped in white silk stockings, knelt on the ground in a duck-like position, her knees slightly turned inward, indicating that she was extremely shy.

Ding Heng grabbed Hua Qing's wrist and forcefully pulled her onto the bed.

"Senior."

"Um?"

"Your period hasn't ended yet, go to sleep early."

Hua Qing was stunned.

"But……"

"fine."

Ding Heng interrupted her, pulled the blanket over both of them, and then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

Goodnight, senior.

"Good night……"

Hua Qing closed her eyes and nestled quietly in Ding Heng's arms.

I felt a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.

She couldn't say what she really wanted.

Maybe he doesn't want anything.

Maybe I want everything...