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

Part 44

Chapter 44: Drunken Hobbies

They left separately at a 20-minute interval and then returned together.

The group at the table, now full of food and drink, watched them enter one after another in a harmonious atmosphere.

At first, no one spoke, until Bei Ci laughed and said meaningfully, "What a coincidence, little shimei. We thought you were lost."

Wei Zhi pulled out her chair at her original spot.

The seat next to her had been vacated, its previous occupant having left early.

Shan Chong followed behind her and naturally sat down right next to her.

As soon as she was settled, Wei Zhi reached out to Jiang Nanfeng for a power bank.

Jiang Nanfeng took one out of her bag and handed it over, glancing at Shan Chong beside her during the pause...

She finally couldn't help but say, "Don't tell me you two ran into each other at the restroom door."

Plugging in her phone to charge, Wei Zhi hiccupped and said nonchalantly, "The world is so big, yet we can meet. What's so special about meeting at the restroom door—ugh."

Jiang Nanfeng: "What's wrong?"

Wei Zhi: "I feel like throwing up."

Jiang Nanfeng's face darkened. She didn't bother about whether their meeting was special or not and reached out to brush some snow off Wei Zhi's shoulder.

"Drinking and then going out in the wind, you'll make yourself sick."

Wei Zhi squirmed, ignoring her.

She took out her phone and placed it on the table, continuing to scroll. With the phone recharged, she was enthusiastically preparing to pick out two more lucky recipients to call... At this moment, the table opposite became lively, with everyone standing up and raising their glasses.

Someone called her name.

She lifted her head from her contact list in a daze, only then realizing that they were preparing to wrap up the gathering.

Everyone was getting ready for a final toast, finishing off the remaining alcohol.

Little Bear, sitting directly across from Wei Zhi, now had rosy cheeks from drinking.

She raised her glass towards Wei Zhi with a bright smile: "Come on, little sister, thank you for tonight's roast lamb. I specially saved this glass to toast you."

Her toast, apart from being a sincere invitation to drink, wasn't problematic at all.

Hearing this, everyone immediately chimed in, raising their glasses.

Wei Zhi let out an "ugh," feeling somewhat trapped.

She mumbled in a tiny voice that only she could hear, "More drinking?"

But she didn't want to dampen everyone's spirits.

She lowered her eyes to look at the table, her gaze locking onto a certain glass. She reached out and picked up a glass still half-full of baijiu.

She was about to say something to make an excuse and get by with just this half-glass—

A hand with distinct knuckles rested on her wrist.

She was startled.

Looking up at that hand, she saw the man beside her hadn't even glanced at her.

He discreetly applied pressure to lower her hand, then smoothly took the wine glass from her.