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

Part 125

Chapter 125: No One Seems to Miss Anyone

Wei Zhi's flight was scheduled for early the next morning.

As dawn broke, she hazily sensed the man getting out of bed. Half-asleep, she reflexively reached for the space beside her, her pale arm falling limply onto the covers when she found nothing.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Her arm twitched, and a tousled head emerged from under the blanket.

Her sleepy face still bore faint teeth marks from last night's passionate encounter.

She had told him not to bite, but he had said, "It's fine. You'll be wearing a mask on the plane all day tomorrow anyway."

Rubbing her face, Wei Zhi grabbed her phone and checked WeChat while still lying in bed.

She replied to messages she had missed due to "sleeping too early" the previous night and scrolled through her friends' updates.

She rolled over.

The shower was still running.

Having exhausted her usual social media routine, Wei Zhi opened Weibo, which she hadn't checked in a day.

To her shock, she discovered she had lost about two to three thousand followers due to that oddly-angled "official announcement video."

This was absurd.

She wasn't even a skiing content creator, yet people had unfollowed her overnight because her skiing form was supposedly ugly.

Sitting up in bed while Shan Chong was in the bathroom, Wei Zhi stared at her phone, feeling distressed.

She glanced between her phone and the closed bathroom door, contemplating whether to demand compensation from her boyfriend—or perhaps from Lao Yan, or even Bei Ci.

After all, none of her instructors were blameless.

Grimacing, she opened her private messages.

Amidst the usual comments like "Hey, if you're going to Chongli this year, can you recommend a ski instructor?" she found a couple of unusual ones that provided an answer: "How dare you date someone? Have you no shame? Unfollowing."

Clicking on the profile, she saw: Gender: Male.

Wei Zhi: "........"

Ten minutes later, when Shan Chong emerged from the bathroom toweling his hair, he found his girlfriend curled up in bed, clutching her phone with a shocked expression.

She looked up at him and exclaimed, "I have male fans!"

"What about Bei Ci doesn't seem male?" he replied nonchalantly.

"No, you don't understand—I have male fans who are cursing me for lacking integrity and unfollowing me because I announced I'm in a relationship!"

Wei Zhi's face lit up with pride.

"Isn't that something only female idols experience?"

Shan Chong paused his hair and leaned over to look at her phone.

The male fan's insults were illogical and quite rude.

He couldn't have imagined that the target of these insults—his otaku girlfriend—would be as thrilled as if she'd won the lottery.

He reached over and closed the private message screen.

As he was about to suggest creating a fake account to defend her, two delicate hands grabbed his arm.