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

Part 87

Chapter 87: Peacock (Diary of Correcting Typos)

This time, Lao Yan drank heavily—drinking is harmful to health, and he wasn't one to often drink to excess.

So when he collapsed this time, he was immediately sent to the hospital.

He woke up early the next morning with a splitting headache.

A bowl of still-warm white porridge sat by his bedside, along with a note in Bei Ci's flamboyant handwriting: "Little brats only deserve this."

There was no hangover soup.

Jiang Nanfeng, being from Guangdong and Guangxi, had an innate talent for making soups.

No matter what strange ingredients she threw into the pot, the result was always delicious...

So ever since they got together, every time Lao Yan woke up after drinking, there would always be a bowl of hangover soup waiting for him—

Sometimes it was traditional pork rib soup with carrots and corn, sometimes it was Korean-style bean sprouts and soft tofu soup with lots of chili peppers.

One bowl would warm him up and make his headache disappear.

But now, all he had was a bowl of plain porridge, sitting quietly by his bedside with a "take it or leave it" attitude.

He was wearing a hospital gown, his hair still reeking of alcohol from the night before.

The fermented malt smell was so strong it made his head hurt.

He rolled over, unable to comprehend how he had ended up in this situation.

After a few minutes of quiet reflection to clear his mind, he felt a bit more energetic.

He picked up his phone and saw the avatar he most wanted to see lit up in WeChat—

[Jiang Zhi: Jiji said you're sick?]

She sent it three hours ago, around 4 AM.

Lao Yan's fingers twitched.

He wanted to reply "I miss you."

In the past, he definitely would have sent that, maybe with a bit of coquettishness.

Any girl with even the slightest bit of kindness—the kind who would look twice at a cute dog on the street—would chat with him for a while.

But before sending those three words, he hesitated for a long time.

It was as if this was his first time falling in love, suddenly felt unsure if he could still talk to her this way...

He cautiously deleted those three words and changed his reply to "Yeah, it's nothing."

Before sending, he hesitated again. Would this come across as too cold?

He had never spoken to anyone like this before.

What if Jiang Nanfeng thought he was pretending after doing something wrong...

This might be his only chance.

[Lao Yan: Chong-ge, you up? Need to ask you something. Jiang Nanfeng messaged asking if I was sick. How should I reply?]

He was desperate—

After all, among the people around him, the only one in a relationship that wasn't a complete mess seemed to be Shan Chong...

He and Wei Zhi had only been together for a few days, but they had already gone public.

Now when people in their circle mentioned him, "good man of the snow scene" was mentioned more frequently than "park riding god."