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

Part 139

Oh, Getting the Marriage Certificate

Wei Zhi emerged from her shower, donning a fresh nightgown.

Once again, she was the sweet-scented little girl, though her face remained pale from the hangover, with dark circles under her eyes more pronounced than usual.

As she exited the bathroom, she found that the man had already prepared some food in her small kitchen.

He had cooked rice, boiled water, tossed soup dumplings into the pot along with the rice, and added chopped cabbage and lean meat from the refrigerator.

Just before serving, he cracked an egg into the mixture and sprinkled some green onions on top.

The light, piping-hot rice soup was perfect for Wei Zhi's empty stomach after a night of drinking.

As Wei Zhi walked out toweling her hair, and slippers shuffling, the man was using chopsticks to place some pickled radish into a small dish.

He had removed his jacket and now wore a thin white sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

His long, slender fingers deftly manipulated the chopsticks, their angles shifting subtly with each movement.

Wei Zhi stood five meters away, transfixed by his fingernails.

The room was filled with the appetizing aroma of food.

Her stomach growled, snapping her out of her daze as she realized how hungry she was.

Tossing aside her towel, she hugged the man from behind.

Feeling him tense slightly, she buried her face between his shoulder blades, nuzzling him and inhaling his scent with a contented sigh.

"You're back," the young woman's voice was sleepy and sweet.

"I missed you so much."

The man carried the soup and pickles to the dining table, Wei Zhi clinging to his waist like a little tail, stumbling along in her slippers.

After setting down the food, he turned within her embrace, picked her up, and placed her at the edge of the table, handing her a spoon.

"You missed me?" he asked.

She nodded.

The man's eyes darkened as he scoffed, "If you had thought of me for even a second while drinking last night, you wouldn't have come home so drunk you forgot to remove your makeup."

Wei Zhi wasn't particularly afraid of Shan Chong's scolding or his stern face.

What she feared was his sarcastic tone, which instantly transformed him from her boyfriend into the master who had once said, "You can't push me down this slope" on Aiwen Avenue.

She fidgeted with her spoon, looking at him uncertainly.

"Hadn't we moved past this?"

"Who said that?"

"I did."

He turned his chair, gesturing for her to face the table and eat.

Wei Zhi was genuinely hungry.

She began eating under the man's silent gaze, the warm food settling in her stomach and making her feel more grounded.

The uncomfortable acid reflux disappeared instantly, and she felt revived.

Glancing at the man beside her, she initiated conversation: "Have you completed your isolation period already? Something doesn't seem quite right."

She spoke with the spoon still at her lips.