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

Part 106 🌚

Chapter 106: The Sun Has Never Set

The shower stall was dimly lit, which made the intense feeling of shame less suffocating.

As a result, she grew a bit bolder.

She was ready.

So she chose the fifth option.

She wanted him—

To have him look at her and her alone.

To have his eyes filled with nothing but her.

To make sure he never again found interest in any other passing scenery.

Perhaps even Shan Chong didn't realize just how strong her possessiveness was.

At that moment, in the cramped bathroom, it reached its peak.

With her nose resting in the hollow of his neck, she was enveloped in his scent—familiar yet tinged with a hint of the unfamiliar.

The unfamiliarity came from the intense hormones he was emitting tonight, a force strong enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

As he raised his hand to remove the last bit of fabric on her upper body, she leaned in closer, her soft fingertips gliding down from his shoulders.

Her fingers brushed over the scar on his lower back.

She hadn't carefully touched it before, just glimpsed it once or twice.

But tonight, in the darkness, she explored it with her fingers and discovered that the scar was slightly raised, uneven to the touch—a long knife wound.

"What's wrong?" he asked, feeling ticklish from her touch.

When he lowered his head to inquire, she seemed a bit impatient.

She lifted her head, first kissing his chin, then searching for his lips—

Her tongue darted into his mouth; she was well-versed in theory, though a bit clumsy in practice.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, letting her stand on tiptoe to kiss him, patiently allowing her to nibble on his lower lip before asking her, "Does it still hurt?"

Surgery can never fully restore a person to their natural state.

Most people who suffer fractures will experience some residual effects post-surgery, such as numbness, scar tissue, or recurrent pain in cold weather.

She asked cautiously, but in the next second, he lifted her, making her gasp in surprise.

Her back pressed against the shower wall, her body folding as if she were sitting on his waist.

In the dim light, she saw his dark eyes gleam.

He smiled at her and countered, "What do you think?"

That question carried a hint of danger.

Wasn't she just concerned about him?

What dangerous thoughts had crossed his mind?

She decided not to ask further.

One of her feet, which had been dangling in midair, suddenly hooked around his waist, her heel resting against the small of his back.

Then, getting bolder, her toes teasingly unfastened the belt at his waist...

Of course, he couldn't see any of this.

But with his eyes closed, he could vividly imagine her every move.