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

Part 103 🌚

Chapter 103: Dawn and Darkness

While Backstab was frantically sending question marks to Shan Chong, as if trying to use up all the question marks he could in his lifetime, Shan Chong leaned against the window, lazily looking at his phone.

The light outside wasn't particularly bright, but reflecting off the snow, it cast a half-lit, half-shadowed glow on the man's face.

Wearing a t-shirt, he had a bit of a magazine model vibe.

Wei Zhi thought of the real Kohaku Uta, hailed as the last beautiful man of the 20th century.

His iconic image was of him in a school uniform, hidden by a classroom window, the wind blowing in and lifting the gauze curtain as he lowered his head to read.

Wei Zhi had savored this scene for many years, using it as her standard for measuring "beautiful men."

That standard might change now.

Only the bedside lamp was on in the room, casting a soft yellow glow that wasn't too bright.

The rest of the light came from outside.

Freezing rain fell steadily, making a pattering sound on the eaves and windows.

The room's heating was ample, not cold at all...

Yet the man leaning against the bed asked, "Are you cold?"

She didn't answer.

She was crouching by his feet, looking up at him...

So the man lowered his eyes, put down his phone, and closed the window.

Suddenly, the sound of wind from outside was gone.

All that could be heard was the trembling, increasingly warm breath inside the room.

The man had just showered, smelling of pleasant soap - he was grateful for his habit of showering first thing in the morning, so now as the young woman leaned in to sniff him, he relaxed, letting her.

Feeling her soft fingertips press against his lower abdomen, the man's Adam's apple bobbed as he chuckled and asked, "What do you smell?"

The young woman ignored him.

Like a small animal, she was exploring her territory, leaving her mark.

What they hadn't finished last night continued, but this time not under the covers.

By the window, with rain pattering outside, inside there was only the man's heavy, heated breathing...

And the sound of swallowing saliva.

She experimented with various attempts, and he willingly served as her test subject.

As long as she didn't break him, anything was fine - his life was hers now.

Tilting his head back, struggling to maintain control, intense emotions surged in the man's dark eyes.

She was very attentive to his reactions, occasionally looking up at him. Sometimes their gazes met, and she would release him, softly telling him to turn his head away, not allowing him to watch her-

If he tensed or his abdomen contracted, she would look up, inquiringly asking if she had grazed him with her teeth, noting the difference between theory and practice, admitting she might not be very skilled.

He couldn't answer.

At most, he would gently press her head down, silently telling her to stop talking so much - if she wanted to write a research report, they could discuss it after they finished-