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

Part 128

Chapter 128: I Feel Like You Want Me to Come

The once cold, emotionless skiing machine who never dated could potentially transform into a clingy presence that made everyone in the circle roll their eyes at the mere mention of his name when he fell in love.

Standing in the elevator, Shan Chong called Wei Zhi.

The person on the other end was sitting in front of her dressing table, applying various products, so he spoke first: "I'm at the hotel."

Wei Zhi was applying eye cream.

She glanced at the screen, only seeing her boyfriend's handsome face, which had a unique charm when drunk.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she calmly looked away: "Did you drink too much?"

"No."

"Tell me your bank card PIN."

"95643..." he paused, then added, "23."

Before Wei Zhi could speak, he continued: "That might not be right. It should be 9566323. Or 9567232?"

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

Wei Zhi: "Which bank has a seven-digit PIN?"

As she finished speaking, she heard the man on the other end slowly "Oh" and then lower his head, starting to count on his fingers the supposed bank card PIN he had just confidently recited three times, each time differently...

He looked genuinely not very intelligent at the moment.

Wei Zhi remembered the first time he showed her his savings, he had to ask Shan Shan for the password.

"Stop counting on your fingers and go to sleep!"

Wei Zhi looked at the phone screen again, paused, and asked, "Is there someone else next to you?"

The man counting on his fingers looked up, making eye contact with the middle-aged, greasy-looking man outside the screen for a few seconds.

He curled his lips slightly, his pitch-black gaze calm: "Oh, just an unimportant passerby."

Wang Xin instinctively reached for his pocket, wondering if he had brought his 80cm folding knife.

At this moment, the young girl nestled in the man's phone had finished applying her facial products.

Hugging a glass jar of white lotion, she padded back to bed in her slippers...

She tossed her phone onto the pillow.

The downward-facing camera captured her crawling onto the bed on all fours.

The rustling sound and the girl's spaghetti strap nightgown, along with her black hair, provided the only contrast to her fair skin and the white hem of the nightgown hanging just above her thighs.

She opened the lid of the body lotion and began to apply it.

Her soft fingertips pinched the soft flesh of her calf, completely lacking any celebrity pretense—

While others might sculpt their lower bodies into bodybuilder-level definitions through skiing, she was different.

Her body fat percentage seemed to be a fixed, immovable number.

Ever since Shan Chong had memories of her body, she had always been as soft as cotton candy...

Or something like that.

Her fingertips, reddened by friction, slid down from her calf muscles to her rounded toes.

The man watched intently for a while, his Adam's apple bobbing as he cleared his throat.