"...Where's Brother Ginger Soup?"
As soon as she spoke, Ye Yuhe's fingers, which were selecting male models, visibly paused, as if she had choked on a mouthful of snow.
Half a second later, she clicked her tongue in disgust and tossed out a sentence without turning her head.
"unlucky."
Chu Wuyang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"You two had a fight? Didn't you used to call me 'Brother Ginger Soup' all the time?"
Ye Yuhe gritted her teeth X
"Let me tell you, that guy—"
"Who is insulting me?"
A voice suddenly cut in from the other side of the hillside, clear and melodious, with a touch of lazy southern accent.
"Ye Yuhe, is this all you've got? You start supporting a dozen ski instructors the moment I stop replying to your messages?"
Everyone looked over.
A figure whistled down the slope, his black and gold ski suit fluttering in the wind. His handsome profile, visible behind his goggles, was striking. With practiced skill, he spun and drifted to a stop, sending ripples through the snow.
He lazily took off his glasses, a familiar smile playing on his lips.
“Baby, I’m here.”
Chu Wuyang: "..."
The entire audience: "..."
Ye Yuhe's face turned green.
"Chu Han! What are you doing here? Were you following me?!"
"Of course not, I came here to follow you."
Chu Han walked up confidently and pushed aside the male models in front of her one by one, scattering them like ducks.
"Excuse me, my girlfriend has been ignoring me for three days, now is my chance to save face."
He presented a steaming bowl of ginger and red bean soup, his posture as perfect as a male lead in an idol drama.
"Didn't you say that the best soup is only at the restaurant on Z Snow Mountain? I carried it down from the top of the mountain."
Ye Yuhe stared at him, her chest heaving.
Are you sick?
"Yes, I have a mental illness that makes me go crazy when you ignore me."
Chu Han approached with a smile, his tone as gentle as ever.
"Yuhe, we can settle our scores when we get back, but could you please not abandon me yet?"
Chu Wuyang was completely dumbfounded.
Ye Yuhe's face turned pale and then red. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Chu Han calmly take his hand out of his pocket—inside was the custom-made fountain pen that she had angrily broken the day before yesterday, perfectly intact.
Ye Yuhe narrowed her eyes, instantly becoming alert.
When did you take it from my house?
Chu Han smiled, his voice neither hurried nor slow.
"Didn't you say you'd block me if I trespassed on your property? I don't even have a chance to be blocked, so I can only sneak in when you're not looking—by climbing over the wall."
Chu Wuyang: "..."
This person is a true wolf in sheep's clothing.
Chu Han continued to deliver the final blow with a smile.
"The day I climbed through the window, I also took out your limited-edition high heels that you hid under the closet and aired them out. You're welcome."
Ye Yuhe's face was ashen, her hands gripping her ski poles tightly.
"Chu Han, I'm warning you."
"Warning ineffective."
Chu Han curled his lips indifferently.
"If you don't forgive me, I'll move into your room tonight."
"You dare!"
How will you know if I dare if you don't try?
Chu Wuyang watched in stunned silence, nearly dropping her ski poles.
What kind of melodramatic idol drama plot is this?!
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