Luo Qiangwei was startled, and by the time she turned around, the man had already slid in front of her, her wrist was caught in his grasp, “Were you planning to sneak into the mountains for cultivation, to hibernate?”
Luo Qiangwei stared at his handsome face, which was inches away from hers.
Her eyes, tired from looking at the snow for too long, gave her an unrealistic feeling and widened slightly.
“Are you…
Moh Shiche?”
The man lowered his gaze to look at her cheeks, “Who else did you want it to be, changing husbands already during the honeymoon phase?”
“…”
No one could outdo his cheekiness if it wasn’t him.
Regaining her composure, Luo Qiangwei shook off his hand, “Sorry, I’m a bit nearsighted.
I mistook you for a wild boar.”
Moh Shiche wasn’t even angry, but his lips curled into a smirk instead, “Even a wild boar knows its way better than you do, so are you admitting that you’re worse at finding your way than a pig?”
She was furious, “So are you proud of that?”
“Didn’t you also marry me?”
“…”
“Sorry, but I’ve stopped liking you.
As for you, you slid all this way to find me,” Luo Qiangwei raised an eyebrow at him, “How is it, have you fallen for me?”
Moh Shiche narrowed his eyes, his laugh deep and husky, “I do rather fancy the idea of being with you, but I’m not quite at the point of being so in love with you, after all, aren’t you the one refusing me, so I’m not that addicted.”
Luo Qiangwei, “…”
There’s no winning in a conversation with someone so shameless.
She gave up on communicating with him and turned to leave, but her slender waist was once again encircled by the man’s firm grasp, “Miss Directionally Challenged, the way back is this way.”
Luo Qiangwei bristled at being called directionally challenged by others, “Who said I’m going back!”
“Hmm, so how about doing it once here?” Moh Shiche’s eyelids twitched slightly as he spoke indifferently, “I’ve never tried making love in the snow.
Just thinking about it seems thrilling.
Do you want to undress first, or shall I?”
Luo Qiangwei, “…”
being teased by him?!
…
To avoid the gentlemanly hooliganism of a certain someone, Luo Qiangwei chose wisely to return immediately.
Only her hands were so stiff from the cold that she could barely hold onto the ski poles steadily.
She was practically dragged back by Moh Shiche, who insisted on holding hands with her.
His large hand was always tightly wrapped around hers, fingers interlocked, sending an indescribable warmth throughout her body.
Just as they returned to the hotel lobby, they saw Luo Hongying, having changed her clothes, standing beside Old Madam Moh, clinging weakly to her arm as she spoke in a low sobbing tone.
Luo Qiangwei’s brows twitched, and sure enough, a bad premonition arose.
As they approached, Old Madam Moh began to speak with some of her usual seriousness, “Qiangwei, I heard that you left Hongying alone in the snow and walked away?”
“Left behind?” Luo Qiangwei frowned, “But I was lost myself, so how could I leave my cousin behind?
Surely you managed to return on your own, right?”
Luo Hongying immediately replied, “It was Shiche who found me, who saved me!
Otherwise, I surely wouldn’t have been able to make it back…”
So he wasn’t specifically looking for her, but for Luo Hongying as well…
She thought lightly, not because she was jealous, but there were certainly a mix of other emotions.
She couldn’t help but read too much into it, stumbling again over the same man.
She really deserved a smack for being so foolish.
Moh Shiche glanced sideways and saw her eyes slightly narrowed, smiling quietly, slender, with a touch of coolness and…
self-mockery.
His heart felt as if it had been struck hard.
He frowned, looking toward Luo Hongying, his voice cold, “A blizzard is coming.
It’s common to get stuck in a snow pit.
You made it back, didn’t you?”