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[Current Status: The Saintess Covered in Dust]

[Awakening Value: 12%]

[Piety Level: 1%]

[Bond Value: 67%]

Chapter 237: Daughter of the Snow Mountain (Please subscribe!) (Please vote with monthly tickets!)

early morning.

Ding Heng opened his eyes and subconsciously looked down.

Bai Ma curled up against his chest, her brows relaxed, looking adorable.

Ding Heng lay quietly for a while, feeling the warm little body in his arms.

"Pema".

Ding Heng lowered his head and called out softly.

Bai Ma didn't move; her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Bai Ma, get up."

Ding Heng called out again and gently patted her cheek.

Bai Ma opened her eyes groggily and stared blankly into Ding Heng's gaze.

She blinked, then blinked again.

"Brother, shh... keep your voice down."

Bai Ma pressed her finger to Ding Heng's lips, glancing guiltily toward the door: "Auntie came back last night, don't let her hear me in your room."

Ding Heng pulled her fingers away, both amused and exasperated: "What are you afraid of?"

How could I not be afraid?

Baima propped herself up, her hair hanging down in a mess: "In my aunt's eyes, I'm a good girl. If she knew I was sleeping in the same room with a man, she would nag me to death."

Ding Heng laughed out loud: "You? Good girl?"

"What, doesn't it look like it?"

Baima puffed out her flat chest and said confidently, "When my mom first went to Rizhao City, I was a very good girl at home!"

Ding Heng didn't respond, but instead asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Bai Ma yawned, then snuggled back into the covers and into Ding Heng's arms, pressing her face against his chest.

"pretty good."

After a few seconds of silence, Baima cautiously probed again: "Brother... when we get back to Xingcheng, if I can't sleep, can I come to you?"

Ding Heng sighed with difficulty, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it?"

Pema looked up from his arms, her big eyes blinking innocently.

“You are my older brother. It’s normal for a younger sister to talk to her older brother when she can’t sleep, and for an older brother to coax his younger sister to sleep.”

"Normal what's normal?"

Ding Heng gently tapped her forehead: "Your brother is very busy tonight."

Bai Ma winced in pain, then pouted, but quickly put on a smile again, hugged Ding Heng, and whispered sweet nothings.

"Brother, please say yes! I promise I won't bother you while you're doing your business. If you're busy, I'll wait in the room until you're done."

Ding Heng was so flustered by her shaking that he couldn't do anything about it and sighed.

"Well... we'll see."

"What do you mean?"

"It depends on whether your sisters-in-law agree or not."

Baima leaned closer, lowered her voice, and gave off a "I'm super well-behaved" vibe.

"Then let's hide from them and not let them find us. Just for a little while, okay?"

"..."

Ding Heng was speechless.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Baima suddenly wriggled up half an inch and lightly bit Ding Heng's shoulder.

The force was light, like a kitten grinding its teeth.

"Bad brother."

After saying that, he immediately jumped out of bed, barefoot on the floor, slipped on his slippers, and ran to the door.

She ran to the door, then turned back and made a face at Ding Heng.

"I'm leaving!"

The door opened slightly, and Baima peeked out halfway into the corridor. After confirming that no one was there, she slipped out.

As fate would have it, I had only taken two steps when I bumped into my aunt, Yixicuo.

Eyes facing each other.

Baima stood rooted to the spot, her face instantly showing signs of guilt.

"Pema?"

Yixi Cuo called out in Tibetan, looking at the door behind her, and asked in surprise, "You... came out of that room?"

Baima's mind raced, and she forced a smile: "Aunt, I... I just went to deliver something. My brother forgot his charger, so I brought it to him."

"Is that so?"

Yixi Cuo didn't ask any more questions and continued walking forward, stopping when he passed by Baima.

"The hot water is ready, let your friend take a shower too."

"Good, good."

Baima responded and quickly slipped into her room, closing the door behind her.

She leaned against the door and let out a long breath.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

Yixi Cuo arrived at Ding Heng's door and gently knocked twice with one hand.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Ding Heng had already put on his coat and went over to open the door.

Yixi Cuo stood at the door and handed over the hot water in her hand.

She nodded to Ding Heng and said a sentence in Tibetan.

Ding Heng didn't understand, but he could guess that it meant something like "bringing you water," so he quickly took it with both hands and bowed slightly.

Yixi Cuo waved his hand, turned around and went downstairs.

Ding Heng retreated to his room and closed the door.

He noticed that Yixicuo's gaze at him just now had a somewhat ambiguous meaning.

Like curiosity?

Ding Heng shook his head, placed the basin on the table, wrung out a hot towel, and applied it to his face.

……

The two returned to Gaitan County, and it was already broad daylight.

The county town has changed dramatically compared to the day before yesterday.

The ruins have been mostly cleared, and rows of blue disaster relief tents have been set up on both sides of the street. People are coming and going in the tent area, and the atmosphere is orderly.

The government's response was not slow.

The first batch of supplies has been distributed to the disaster victims. Cotton quilts, military coats, instant noodles, and bottled water are neatly stacked in the temporary warehouse.

Ding Heng and Bai Ma walked along the main street and saw several soldiers in the distance carrying things onto a truck. Their movements were swift and efficient.

Upon arriving at the main area, a simple long table is set up at the edge of the tent area.

Several people who looked like cadres were gathered around a table, holding folders and blueprints, and were having a heated discussion, while Qu Zhen stood to one side.

"Mother!"

Baima called out and ran over.

Qu Zhen turned her head and saw her daughter, her expression unchanged.

"You're here?"

"Ah."

Baima stopped in front of her and took a couple of breaths.

Qu Zhen looked her up and down, muttered a few words about her daughter as usual, and then turned her gaze to Ding Heng.

"Xiao Ding."

"Auntie."

"Thank you for your hard work these past two days."

"Of course."

The two exchanged a glance, and everything was understood without a word.

Qu Zhen withdrew her gaze: "Let's go, let's have a meeting. After all, Hengbai Capital has donated a lot of things, we need to figure out where to use them."

Bai Ma immediately said sensibly, "I'll go for a walk."

Ding Heng reached out first and gently pressed down on her shoulder.