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

Part 104

Chapter 104: Comparison

Wei Zhi rushed back to the apartment with her large bag of purchases before lunch.

Holding the three boxes felt like holding three-time bombs.

She suddenly realized what she had done, wandered around the apartment, sat down, and analyzed the current situation with Jiang Nanfeng.

Jiang Nanfeng kindly offered her several ways to rationalize the situation:

1. Desiring your partner's body during the honeymoon phase is normal; it's not just men who have such needs.

2. As adults, splitting costs equally is fair and reasonable. If you buy it this time, he can buy it next time. Someone has to buy it, so why worry about who goes first?

3. Well done! Women should actively protect their health.

4. Wei Zhi, you're almost 23, not 13. Even if you went to a pharmacy to buy these, the doctor wouldn't give you a second glance, let alone at a self-checkout.

5. Just admit you're a pervert.

Wei Zhi wasn't comforted at all.

Especially when she realized that out of the four long options and one short one, the shortest—option 5—might be the only correct answer.

She felt suffocated.

Furiously embarrassed and incredibly pure, she cursed out Jiang Nanfeng over the phone.

Just as she could sense her friend's cold expression (even through the screen) as she typed out a question mark, her boyfriend called, asking where she was and if she remembered their lunch plans.

His voice over the phone was normal—low, magnetic, and cold, with a hint of natural indifference.

This man just couldn't speak nicely.

If he wanted her to come for lunch, he could just say so.

Instead, he had to use a rhetorical question, asking if she remembered, making her heart race.

Yet this morning, it was the same person with that icy voice and terrible personality who had called her name with a passion that made his voice hoarse.

He had let her pin him down, defenseless, as she kissed him—

She couldn't think about it anymore.

Swallowing hard, she quickly lifted the pillow and hid the three cigarette box-sized items underneath.

Wei Zhi sighed in relief, dusted off her hands, and hurried to the restaurant.

The restaurant was crowded.

Back in Chongli, if nothing else, there were always people.

Besides Bei Ci and the others who had followed them to Xinjiang and back, some usually stayed here.

A group of people noisily occupied a table, like some Chongli ski gang.

The seat next to Shan Chong was empty.

The man was probably waiting for his wife to arrive, leaning against the table, not getting food, his eyes lowered as he looked at his phone.

Wei Zhi decided to get two bowls of rice, some tomato and egg stir-fry, some stir-fried lotus root, and after circling, she picked up a few skewers of grilled meat.

Passing by the freezer, she didn't forget to get a can of cola for her boyfriend.

Carrying the tray, she approached him.