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

Part 123

Chapter 123: Now You Know How Good I Am

For the first time in her life, Jiang Nanfeng was accused of lacking manners.

However, she seemed unfazed by the comment, merely glancing at him before entering the bathroom.

Moments later, she emerged wearing Lao Yan's clothes—new ones, but Lao Yan could tell they were his from their length.

Her hair was still dripping, soaking the front of the shirt.

The hem of the short-sleeved t-shirt barely covered her thighs.

One look was enough to know she was doing this intentionally.

Lao Yan's body reacted involuntarily.

He shifted under the blanket on the hospital bed and said, "You're lucky the heating is good here. If this were back south, you'd freeze to death."

His tone betrayed his frustration—something he wouldn't have dared express before.

"I've never seen those clothes before," Lao Yan remarked.

"Where did they come from?"

Jiang Nanfeng's gaze drifted to the sofa, where an open duffel bag lay.

In truth, Jiang Nanfeng's clothes weren't dirty.

Earlier, when Lao Yan had been curled up in bed like a violated househusband, she had stood up to take a shower.

Glancing at the duffel bag on the sofa, she remembered it was brought by Lao Yan's local female disciple that afternoon.

She rummaged through it and found new, branded sports t-shirts.

So she decided to wear one.

Lao Yan didn't react much to this revelation.

He just clutched his blanket, bewildered, and asked, "So you're wearing clothes another woman gave me. Does this make us even?"

He braced himself for a scolding.

Instead, she gave him a casual glance and said, "What's there to be even about? I was never angry with you over this."

Oh, so they were completely misaligned, weren't they?

Lao Yan had never felt so wrong in his life.

He watched Jiang Nanfeng saunter around the room in his clothes, slowly putting on her skirt and baseball jacket under his very eyes.

Finally, as she unhurriedly replaced the disposable slippers with her boots...

Well, Lao Yan had been in and out of the hospital three times this year, but never had it felt so much like a five-star hotel.

"Should I start quacking now to fit my role?" he asked sarcastically.

"What are you talking about?"

Jiang Nanfeng glanced at him.

"Aren't I the one getting dressed to leave? This is your room. Have you ever seen poultry prepare a room for guests—what is this, a running banquet?"

"........"

Damn.

Who said northerners had quick tongues?

At least he could never have come up with such a precise metaphor as "running banquet" in his life.

Lao Yan fell back onto the bed, feeling that his wrist wasn't in much trouble tonight.

Tomorrow morning, when the nurse came to check on him, they'd find his corpse, and the autopsy report would surely list "sudden heart attack" as the cause of death.