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

Part 122

Chapter 122: Scoundrel

Inside the hospital, the night was eerily silent, and every sound seemed to be amplified infinitely.

Although the spraying water had been turned off, the puddles on the floor remained uncleaned.

They flowed quietly, following the grout lines and patterns on the tiles, eventually trickling into the drain.

A droplet of water clinging to the showerhead fell with a faint "plop."

"If you're going to leave, then do it decisively. Don't look back."

His lips brushed against her carotid artery as he spoke, his tone low and trembling.

His hands pressed against her back, not only shielding her from the cold wall but also trapping her in his embrace.

"Jiang Nanfeng, I said before, if you didn't return by the end of this snow season, I would move on," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Why did you come back?"

He asked, "Do you think it's fun to treat me like a dog on a leash?"

Jiang Nanfeng responded only with silence. Her gaze calmly settled on the strings of his hoodie, her expression devoid of emotion.

After a long pause, she lifted her long, slender eyelashes and looked at him with those clear, black-and-white eyes.

During their brief kiss earlier, his nose had brushed against the droplets of water on her cheek.

Now, his face was wet, making him appear both endearing and pitiful.

As the young man stared at her in a daze, she reached out, gently scraping the water off his nose with her knuckle.

"It's quite interesting," she remarked.

Before he could react, she pushed him away.

"Kid, you don't even like me that much. You're just upset because you got dumped."

Lao Yan watched as she turned away, leaning forward to check her reflection in the mirror.

She calmly wiped away the smudged lipstick left by his kiss.

The mirror reflected her cold, delicate face.

Despite the chilly weather, she was still wearing a dress. She had probably left after he had fallen asleep, changing out of the snow gear she had been bundled in and into this outfit.

He had to admit, she looked good in anything.

Earlier today, his eyes must have been blind, or his mind elsewhere, because he hadn't recognized her on the slopes at first.

But even with just a fleeting glance, he had thought this girl had style.

How ridiculous.

The former playboy now seemed on the verge of developing PTSD from female snowboarders.

As she bent over slightly, leaning against the sink, the hem of her dress barely covered her long, pale legs.

Lao Yan leaned against the door, unmoving. His heavy eyes were fixed on the woman's back and her beautiful face in the mirror.

He felt as if he were losing his mind, seriously contemplating the meaning of her words.

What did she mean by "didn't like much"?

What exactly is liking, then?

At first sight, he thought she was beautiful.

In the next second, he found her voice gentle.