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

Part 98

Chapter 98: Yunding Snow Resort

Wei Zhi had just hung up the phone when the man emerged from the bathroom.

Each time he finished showering, he seemed to reach a new level of sexiness.

However, today his girlfriend wasn't enthralled by his masculine allure; instead, she glared at him.

Shan Chong was acutely aware of what he'd done.

He glanced at her, not bothering to ask "What's wrong?", and checked the stats on his newly posted video while toweling his hair.

The numbers were decent.

Over the past few years, he'd diligently posted videos of jumps, rails, and barrels, amassing a modest following of a few tens of thousands.

Yet his presence on short video platforms was still less significant than Lao Yan's.

And now?

This video had gained over two thousand new followers in the time it took him to shower – a number that would've taken a month to achieve before.

"Seems I've cracked the code for viral content," he sighed.

"A couple more days of you learning to carve, and I could become a full-fledged influencer."

Wei Zhi: "?"

Wei Zhi: "Why are you trying to monetize everything?"

Wei Zhi: "You didn't even help me up when I fell, just followed behind with your phone recording. What kind of boyfriend are you?"

"I've picked you up every time you've fallen," Shan Chong replied seriously, refusing to let her muddy the issue.

"Besides, how could I predict your various wipeouts? Catching edges front and back, suddenly face-planting mid-turn – ask Lao Yan if he could make sense of it... If I could predict your falls, I'd have taught you properly by now."

On technical matters, Wei Zhi couldn't argue with him.

She whimpered and burrowed under the covers, ignoring him.

Shan Chong was ruthless when it came to anything snowboarding-related.

He left Wei Zhi to stew under the blankets for a while as he dried his hair.

Only then did he climb into bed and peel her out from her cocoon.

She was nothing if not adaptable.

In one swift motion, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest.

"Do you not like me anymore?"

Shan Chong, who had been stroking her hair, paused at her words, considering whether to twist her head off.

"That's a rather baseless accusation," he said calmly.

"You think I'm stupid!"

She knew exactly when to play coy, and now she was being extremely dramatic.

"I spent all day working on folding and hip compression. Just sneezing now makes my stomach feel like it's falling apart! And you won't even praise me!"

"Praise you for what? I need to find something praiseworthy first."

"See, you don't like me anymore."

Wei Zhi sighed. "My stomach hurts."

Hearing this, Shan Chong didn't bother arguing.

He reached down and lifted her shirt hem, his warm, slightly calloused palm – possibly from years of touching snow – pressing against her taut, sore abdomen.