Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 37

Chapter 37: The Bright and Melancholic Sunshine of Xinjiang

A brief hug was rejected, and the conversation in the car was minimal.

"Urumqi is really cold."

"Yes."

"Has it been snowing these past few days?"

"Yes."

"Thank you for picking me up at the airport in the middle of the night. It's almost 1:30 now, and we'll probably reach the hotel by 3."

"If you were kidnapped, the last call record would be with me. The police would find me, and society would condemn me."

"..."

That was the entirety of their conversation.

If this were a Korean drama, the director might have already marked it as the final episode out of sheer frustration.

Perhaps the cold air had fully activated the husky within the southern girl, or maybe she had slept enough on the plane and was now as excited as a goose.

Despite the failed attempt at initiating a conversation, Wei Zhi didn't feel discouraged. She sat restlessly in the passenger seat, as if her seat had suddenly grown spikes or a cactus. She fidgeted, her fingers tapping on the seatbelt.

When her body wasn't moving, her eyes were.

Sometimes she looked at Shan Chong with affection, other times she switched to starry-eyed admiration at the snowy scenery outside. Her blinking was faster than usual, creating an atmosphere that made the driver press the gas pedal a bit harder than usual—

Shan Chong endured her antics all the way.

From the airport to the hotel near the ski resort, it normally took two hours.

With slippery roads due to the snow, one had to drive carefully and slowly...

He managed it in an hour and a half.

Upon reaching the hotel, Shan Chong got out of the car, walked to the trunk to get her luggage, and as soon as he opened it, the restless girl popped her head out like a sprouting radish, her bright eyes staring at him—

He was startled.

His hand shook, almost throwing the suitcase at her face.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he placed the suitcase firmly on the ground. "What do you want to say?"

The girl had half her face hidden behind a scarf she had just put on before getting out of the car.

Only her red nose and a pair of round eyes, like summer grapes, were visible.

She blinked. "Do classes start tomorrow? I think I can learn to change blades!"

Shan Chong carried her suitcase up the hotel steps and helped her check in at the front desk.

While the hotel staff processed the check-in, he slowly answered the question she had asked ten minutes ago.

"I have other classes tomorrow."

"..."

This was something Wei Zhi hadn't expected.

But it wasn't surprising either.

It was like straight men discovering that fairies also need to use the bathroom—logical, but slightly beyond their psychological tolerance.

Her previously jubilant mood dampened a bit.

She looked at Shan Chong without speaking.

Shan Chong: "?"

Shan Chong: "..."