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

Part 96🌚

Chapter 96: Unwavering Intentions

When people relax, they tend to indulge, and Wei Zhi is no exception.

Holding her bowl, she enthusiastically finished off the remaining rice in the pot.

It wasn't that much, perhaps about two bowls, but as she scraped the bottom with the spoon, Shan Chong couldn't help but comment from the side, "Just a reminder, you didn't eat that much at dinner, not absolutely nothing."

Wei Zhi looked up at him from behind the rice cooker.

With a blank expression, the man added, "It even looked like you threw some up."

Wei Zhi pouted, "Can't I even enjoy my meal?"

Shan Chong glanced at the rice cooker she had emptied and had no idea what she was feeling wronged about—there wasn't a single grain of rice left, so clean that it could be put away after just a rinse.

He let go of the rice cooker.

It fell back to the countertop with a "thud."

Without warning, Shan Chong hooked his finger under her chin, tugging at the soft flesh beneath it.

Wei Zhi's already sharp chin suddenly had a little extra softness, thanks to his playful tug.

"Look at this bit of fat," he remarked.

She lifted her face, now full and warm after the meal, with a rosy complexion that made her glare at him with undeniable spirit.

Compared to other eye shapes, her round eyes always gave the impression of being full of energy, especially with her long, thick eyelashes fluttering like little fans.

Although she was in her twenties, she had the face of someone still in her late teens.

Staring him down just over a meal as if ready to pounce if he said one wrong word made her look adorably fierce.

Shan Chong, unfazed, withdrew his hand.

"It's fine."

Wei Zhi was puzzled. "What?"

"How about another bowl of soup?" he offered.

"There's still half a chicken leg left."

"You just accused me of eating too much, and now you want to stuff me?"

Shan Chong lazily glanced at her, his tone indifferent, "Well, I just realized you could probably handle a bit more. Are you eating or not? If not, I'll start washing the dishes."

Wei Zhi took the pears that Ms. Yang had brought over from the fridge, washed and sliced them, and then leaned against the sink to watch Shan Chong wash the dishes while she ate.

Feeling a bit full, she casually offered a slice of pear near his mouth, watching him take it with a sideways glance.

After a brief silence, she asked, "Can you hang the laundry that's in the washing machine?"

Shan Chong placed the clean dish on the rack and turned to look at her expressionlessly.

"The clothesline is broken. I can't reach it," Wei Zhi explained.

The man dried his hands, walked out to the balcony, and opened the cabinet beside the washing machine.

From the compartment where they kept laundry detergent, he pulled out a small white remote, pressed a button, and the clothesline lowered automatically.

Shoving the remote back into her hand, he remarked coldly, "I'm frugal, not poor. I've seen an automatic clothesline before."

He paused for a moment.