Before dinner, they even played a round of bondage play.
For Zheng Qing, it was indeed an entirely new experience.
The experience even helped him eat several extra bowls of rice.
Throughout dinner, he kept his head lowered from beginning to end, silently concentrating on eating. Poseidon's endless chatter and Zheng Su Yi Er San's chirping seemed to go unheard, while he turned a blind eye to Maodou's sneaky figure in the distance.
He just kept eating.
Even when Su Shijun mentioned the assessment plans for registering as a Talisman Painter and Licensed Talisman Bomb Maker, they went in one ear and out the other, leaving no trace in his mind.
He only cared about eating.
After leaving Qingqiu Mansion and before his evening class, Zheng Qing paid his usual visit to D&K.
He had probably eaten too much. Even after walking the entire Pedestrian Street, he had not digested his meal. A Doggy barked on the street; he failed to come back to his senses and barked along with it, drawing curious looks from passersby.
This further confirmed one conclusion—being on cloud nine and being soul-stricken were near synonyms, describing similar mental states. In both, the soul left the body beyond one's control; only, the soul of someone on cloud nine was like a hydrogen balloon, floating into the sky, while the soul of someone soul-stricken was like an iron ball, sinking into the seabed.
Zheng Qing felt that his soul lay somewhere between the two, like a dandelion swaying in the wind.
It was not until before bed, when Xiao Xiao asked how his apology gift for Jiang Yu was coming along and what he had prepared, that the young scholarship student remembered his enormous problem.
"A gift?"
He muttered, raising both hands before his eyes and staring