Chapter 197: The Fairy's Mind Goes Absent-Minded...

The day after the performance, at 6:30 in the morning.

Ding Heng opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, rubbed his eyes, and scurried around on the floor with his bare feet.

My left foot stepped into the slipper, but my right foot only touched the cold floor.

He looked down and saw that his right foot was empty, and his other slipper had been kicked somewhere.

Forget it...

Ding Heng simply walked barefoot onto the floor towards the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, I saw Hua Qing standing in front of the sink, wearing a light gray slip dress, her hair loosely draped over her shoulders, and an electric toothbrush buzzing in her hand.

Hearing the noise, Hua Qing glanced at Ding Heng through the mirror and mumbled a "Good morning" indistinctly.

"morning……"

Ding Heng stopped behind Hua Qing and reached for his toothbrush.

Hmm... empty?

He looked up at the mirror, where Hua Qing was tightly gripping a gray-blue brush handle in her right hand.

"Senior."

Ding Heng called out softly, but Hua Qing didn't respond; the electric toothbrush was still buzzing.

"Senior!"

Ding Heng reached out and patted Hua Qing's shoulder lightly. She seemed to wake up from a dream and responded in a daze.

"Hmm, what for?"

"Didn't you notice something was wrong?"

Hua Qing stopped brushing her teeth and looked at Ding Heng in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Ding Heng didn't say anything, but picked up the pink and white electric toothbrush that belonged to Hua Qing and held it up in front of her, gently shaking it.

But Hua Qing wasn't fully awake yet, and actually asked, "Why did you take my toothbrush?"

Ding Heng was both amused and exasperated: "Senior, why don't you go back to sleep for a while?"

"I……"

Hua Qing glanced down at the toothbrush in her hand, finally realizing what had happened, and blushed with embarrassment.

"I...I didn't notice!"

"fine."

Ding Heng picked up a pinkish-white toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, put it in his mouth, and pressed the switch: "Let's not bother with each other."

The buzzing sound started again.

Hua Qing was extremely embarrassed when she saw her toothbrush being stuffed into Ding Heng's mouth.

But then I thought, we've already done more intimate things, so swapping toothbrushes doesn't seem like a big deal...

She turned on the tap, rinsed the foam from her mouth, washed her face, and turned to leave.

Ding Heng's gaze inadvertently fell on Hua Qing's feet.

The left slipper was pink, and the right slipper was dark gray, several sizes too big, making a clattering sound when walking.

No wonder I couldn't find my slippers when I got up...

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Ding Heng almost choked on the toothpaste foam, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

When he finished washing his face and went outside, Hua Qing was already sitting at the dining table with two sets of bowls and chopsticks in front of her.

Ding Heng sat down and glanced at Hua Qing's two slippers, one big and one small, but she still didn't react.

"Senior, are you still not recovered?"

"What do you mean, 'recovered'?"

Hua Qing picked up the milk, her tone feigning composure: "I just didn't sleep well last night."

"Didn't sleep well?"

"Um."

Hua Qing pouted and complained, "It's all your fault for moving around while holding me, I didn't get a good night's sleep."

Ding Heng looked completely innocent: "Did I? It was clearly you, senior, who snuggled into my arms while you were sleeping, and I couldn't push you away."

"I didn't!"

Hua Qing raised her voice by half an octave, and her face turned red again.

Just as Ding Heng was about to tease Hua Qing a bit more, he suddenly caught a faint smell of burning.

"Senior, can you smell something?"

"What?"

Hua Qing sniffed, her expression blank.

"It looks like something burned."

"Burnt..."

Hua Qing froze for a second, then suddenly jumped up from her chair.

"Oh no! My eggs!"

She rushed into the kitchen, her slippers making a clattering sound, and almost stumbled.

A moment later, a series of crackling sounds came from the kitchen. Hua Qing returned to her seat with a burnt egg and a glass of milk, looking bewildered.

Ding Heng spoke again, calling softly.

"Senior."

"Um?"

"What are you doing with the milk?"

"Drink it."

"Of course I know to drink."

Ding Heng sighed helplessly, "You drink two glasses of wine this morning?"

Hua Qing was stunned again, finally realizing that she had a cup on each side of her.

On the left is the milk she just took from the kitchen.

The cup on the right is empty, with milk stains clinging to its sides; she had just finished drinking from it.

"I……"

Hua Qing looked dejected, rubbed her temples, and got up to walk towards the bedroom: "I might need to sleep a little longer."

Ding Heng watched Hua Qing's figure disappear through the bedroom door, then shook his head helplessly.

He picked up the burnt fried egg and put it in his mouth, while also drinking the remaining milk.

Last night's defeat was a bigger blow to Hua Qing than Ding Heng had imagined.

After all, this was the first real "loss" in her life, and she still hasn't recovered from it...

For the rest of the day, Hua Qing seemed lost in thought, making one mistake after another.

I forgot my phone when I went shopping, and only remembered it when I got to the supermarket entrance.

I entered the wrong password to open the door six times and was locked out for ten minutes.

I forgot to turn on the rice cooker, and the rice was still raw even after soaking for half an hour.

If you wash a white practice shirt and dark jeans together, the white shirt will turn grayish-blue when you take them out of the water.

Ding Heng didn't say much throughout, but silently cleaned up the mess Hua Qing made each time she made a mistake.

At 10 p.m., the two of them snuggled up on the sofa to watch a movie.

Hua Qing's eyes were unfocused, her mind completely elsewhere from the movie.

Black Bean curled up on her lap, occasionally poking at its owner with its paws, but Hua Qing didn't react at all.

Ding Heng reached out and scooped the black beans off Hua Qing's legs, placing them aside.

Black Bean meowed in dissatisfaction, jumped off the sofa, and strolled away.

Hua Qing turned her head to look at Ding Heng, but Ding Heng pulled her into his arms instead.

Hua Qing turned her head to look at Ding Heng, but Ding Heng pulled her into his arms instead.

"Senior."

"Um?"

"Let's go back to Xingcheng the day after tomorrow."

"Back to Star City?"

"right."

Ding Heng reassured him, "Go back and stay for a few days. I still have exams to take. I'll go to Switzerland after the exams."

Hua Qing didn't say anything.

Ding Heng continued to persuade him, "You've been working under immense pressure in the capital for two months, you deserve a break. No training, no rehearsals... just don't think about anything, enjoy life and give yourself a vacation."

Hua Qing remained silent for a long time before finally responding softly.

"it is good."

"Then let me pack tomorrow and book my flight for the day after tomorrow?"

"You can arrange it."

Hua Qing tried closing her eyes and clearing her mind.

But my thoughts still wouldn't settle down.

The next morning.

Ding Heng opened his eyes, only to find himself alone again.

"Senior...?"

Ding Heng got out of bed and found that no one was in the living room or bathroom, so he went to the door of the dance studio.

Hua Qing, dressed in her training clothes, placed her left leg on the barre and slowly lowered her body.

Ding Heng called out softly, "Senior."

Hua Qing didn't stop moving: "Hmm?"

What are you doing?

"Nothing much happened when I woke up this morning."

She pressed down further: "Practice for a while."

Ding Heng walked into the dance studio and stood next to Hua Qing.

Aren't you packing your luggage?

Why are you packing your luggage?

"What did we talk about last night?"

Hua Qing slowly straightened up and turned to meet Ding Heng's gaze.

His gaze shifted from confusion to bewilderment, then to sudden realization, and finally to frustration and banging his head in frustration.

"Oh dear... how could I forget again!"

"If you keep doing this, I'm really going to get angry!"

Ding Heng raised his hand, aimed at Hua Qing, and swung it forcefully.

"Smack."

The crisp sound was particularly loud in the quiet dance studio.

Hua Qing winced in pain, instinctively covering her buttocks, and turned back to glare at Ding Heng with shame and indignation.

What are you doing?

"Let this teach you a lesson, senior."

"you……!"

"Snapped!"

Ding Heng raised his hand and struck again.

"Hurry up and go!"

"Scumbag."

After being slapped twice, Hua Qing was inevitably aggrieved, but at least she cheered up a little and turned to wash up and have a meal.

Ding Heng let out a long sigh.

He was already 100% in love with her. If it weren't for Hua Qing's bad mood, he would have already asked the fairy to "get drunk".

Looking back now, perhaps we shouldn't have been so polite.

After all, Hua Qing is inherently a stubborn person, and the more you try to coax her, the more she cares and the more dramatic she becomes.

A slap would be more effective!

If a slap isn't enough, then use a big stick!

The two spent the rest of the morning tidying up at home when Hua Qing suddenly stopped.

"Ding Heng".

"Um?"

"I want to buy some gifts for my family."

Ding Heng was folding clothes when he heard this and looked up at her.

"Sure, what do you want to buy?"

"Buy my mom a silk scarf, buy my dad some good tea, and for Xiaoyue, get her a new phone..."

Hua Qing counted them one by one on her fingers, her expression serious.

"And your maternal grandparents, uncles and aunts, and Baima and the others..."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Ding Heng interrupted, "Change your clothes first, we'll talk about it when we go out."

Hua Qing nodded, turned around and went into the dressing room, where she changed into a light blue thin Hanfu dress.

The two drove out to have lunch first, and then spent more than four hours selecting all the gifts that Hua Qing had in mind.

On their way back, the two passed by a jewelry store.

Hua Qing looked at the shop window and suddenly spoke.

"Ding Heng".

"Um?"

"Do you think... we should bring some gifts for Yan hope and the others too?"

"It's up to you, senior."

Hua Qing pursed her lips and stepped across the store.

Ding Heng followed behind without offering any opinions, letting Hua Qing choose for herself.

Their emotional entanglement is now 100%.

Hua Qing is probably ready to accept the identity of "Ding Heng's girlfriend" and go from "the only one" to "one of them".

As for what she planned to do, Ding Heng had a general idea.

He won't ask questions or make special arrangements.

Ultimately, Hua Qing has to be able to accept certain things in her heart before she can take that step.

Hua Qing wandered around the jewelry store for a while before finally buying two silver pendants.

One is a four-leaf clover, and the other is a star.

night.

The two of them snuggled into bed after taking a shower.

Ding Heng reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, then habitually pulled Hua Qing into his arms.

"Senior."

"Um?"

"Go back to Xingcheng this time, get some rest, and don't think about training and selection anymore."

Ding Heng gently patted Hua Qing's back.

"Once you arrive in Switzerland, with its snow-capped mountains, grasslands, blue skies and white clouds... just stand there and clear your mind."

Hua Qing didn't respond.

"Let bygones be bygones; there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"What did you say...?"

Hua Qing buried her face in Ding Heng's chest, still stubbornly refusing to admit defeat: "So what if I wasn't chosen? I didn't care that night."

"You'd better be."

Ding Heng jokingly warned, "Senior, if you still can't let go, don't blame me for finding a different way to make you let go."

Hua Qing's body stiffened slightly.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"Senior, can you guess?"

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

"Go to sleep, you have a flight to catch tomorrow..."

Ding Heng closed his eyes tightly and held Hua Qing even tighter.

But when I woke up the next day, I subconsciously reached out and touched the side of me, only to find it empty again!

The sheets were completely cold; the person had been gone for a long time.

But when I checked the time, it was only 5:30, and it wasn't even dawn yet!

Good grief, this is never going to end!?

Ding Heng irritably threw off the covers, got out of bed, put on his slippers, and quickly went to the dance studio.

Just like yesterday, Hua Qing was standing in front of the barre, spreading her legs. She wore a dark blue onesie with white tights, showing off her long and graceful figure.

Hua Qing caught sight of Ding Heng through the mirror, and her heart skipped a beat.

"It's not even six o'clock yet, why are you awake so early?"

"Even the senior knows it's not six o'clock yet!"

"I can't sleep when I wake up in the morning, so I practice for a while."

Hua Qing shrank her neck and asked again, "Just a little while..."

"A little while?"

Ding Heng's tone revealed neither joy nor anger.

"It'll only be a little while, I'll go change right away..."

Hua Qing turned to run away, but Ding Heng suddenly pressed close to her, wrapping one arm around her slender waist and grabbing her ankle, which was resting on the barre, preventing her from putting it down.

"What are you doing...?"

Hua Qing tried to struggle, but couldn't break free.

Ding Heng gripped her tightly, like iron clamps, firmly fixing Hua Qing's calves to the barre.

"Senior."

Ding Heng's warm breath brushed against Hua Qing's earlobe.

"Do you remember what you promised me last night?"

"I told you, I'm just bored..."

"Nothing to do?"

Ding Heng increased the pressure on her hands, pressing Hua Qing's legs even wider, causing a tingling sensation in her ligaments.

"Well……"

She bit her lower lip and let out a short, muffled groan.

"That's perfect! I'll help my senior clear her mind."

Hua Qing's heart tightened.

"You...you mustn't do anything reckless, we need to catch our flight later..."

"We're not in a rush today."

Ding Heng's large hand slid along Hua Qing's abs, his fingertips brushing the edge of her ribs before finally stopping below her chest.

"When will we go back to Changsha when you completely clear your mind, senior?"