Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

"Ugh... Damn it, what are they doing next door?!"

Song Ruyu, who was listening intently to the sounds upstairs, was suddenly interrupted by a muffled sound coming from next door.

The sound was faintly discernible, carrying a sweet hum, a subtle sob, and a kind of indescribable, seemingly blissful weeping...

For some reason, it reminded her of someone—the muscular, blond-haired man who took her virginity and made her cry.

"How am I supposed to concentrate on listening to what's happening upstairs now?!"

Song Ruyu frowned, her cheeks flushing slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself: "Just a little more patience, it should be over soon."

However, half an hour later, the noise from next door not only did not stop, but became even more... unpredictable.

The source of the sound seemed to move constantly within the room, sometimes near, sometimes far.

Song Ruyu couldn't help but recall the last time at the hotel, between herself and him... It seemed that later on, their interactions weren't limited to the fixed location of the room...

"Why am I thinking about him again..." she muttered to herself, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She simply lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and tried to regulate her breathing to dispel the rising restlessness in her heart.

But the occasional deep male voices coming from next door sounded somewhat similar to the guy in my memory.

This made her even more uneasy.

She bit her lower lip hard, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the sheets beneath her.

"It wasn't... that many times..."

"Why... can't I forget that feeling..."

She tossed and turned in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep, and instead felt her cheeks and body getting increasingly hot.

Finally, she got up and walked to the small terrace connecting the room, pushed open the glass door, and let the biting cold wind of the Hokkaido winter night rush in.

The cold air instantly sobered her up a bit.

"Phew... Ruyu, you need to calm down."

She whispered a warning to herself, took a lollipop out of her pocket, put it in her mouth, and let the sweetness bring a sense of calm. "A true strong person will not be easily disturbed by irrelevant emotions."

She leaned against the balcony railing, letting snowflakes fall on her white hair and shoulders.

Although she could still faintly hear sounds from next door, the cold wind gradually calmed her heart, though the lingering warmth deep within her body had not completely dissipated.

At this moment, the noise from next door finally stopped completely.

Then, she heard clear footsteps heading towards the adjacent terrace.

Song Ruyu immediately turned around and went back inside, closed the balcony door, and refocused her attention on listening to the sounds upstairs.

Just then, the screen of the phone on the bedside table lit up and a buzzing sound came from it.

She picked it up and took a look, and her breath caught in her throat.

The sender's name instantly reignited the warmth that had just been suppressed by the cold wind.

It's Jiang Ling.

She felt her toes involuntarily curl up, gripping the pristine white sheets beneath her.

Jiang Ling: [It's been a while since I chatted with you, are you there?]

Jiang Ling: [How have you been lately?]

At that moment, on the adjacent terrace, Jiang Ling was gazing at the snow-covered night sky.

He remembered a fragment of the future foreshadowed in the [Hundred Fate Simulator].

Song Ruyu should also be in Hokkaido at this time.

As for which city, street, and building...

He didn't know.

However, since we're both in Hokkaido, I should definitely send a message to check in on each other.

After all, even if Song Ruyu doesn't acknowledge their relationship as a couple, the fact that they've shared a life-long bond definitely indicates that their relationship is more than just ordinary.

Song Ruyu typed: 【Not bad…】

On the adjacent terrace, Jiang Ling glanced at the two simple words, a slight smile playing on her lips, and continued typing: 【How good is "okay"?】

Song Ruyu: [What do you want from me?]

Jiang Ling replied almost without hesitation: 【I miss you.】

Those three simple words, yet they carried a burning intensity, shattering Song Ruyu's carefully maintained facade of composure, and her little head started spinning.

She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the complex emotions surging within her.

There was a hint of sweetness mixed in with it that she was unwilling to admit.

Without realizing it, she changed to a prone position. Her calves, which had been tense and pressed together, quietly relaxed and swayed gently, her toes moving little by little.

Song Ruyu: [Oh.]

Jiang Ling: [That's it?]

Song Ruyu: [What's wrong?]

Jiang Ling: [Don't you miss me? (Feeling wronged)]

Song Ruyu: [I don't want to.]

Jiang Ling: [I'm so heartbroken, Ruyu. Is our relationship really just about physical intimacy?]

Song Ruyu: [...]

Jiang Ling: [Let's take a look at the leg photos~ (evil grin)]

Song Ruyu's ears turned bright red as she looked at the message, and she cursed inwardly, "That... perverted blond guy!"

However, despite her cursing, her gaze couldn't help but fall on her straight, fair legs that peeked out from under her nightgown.

As if possessed, she picked up her phone, blushed, and absentmindedly took a picture.

"The light is too dim..."

She looked at the result, was not very satisfied, deleted the photo, got up and turned on the ceiling light in the room.

Then, she walked to her suitcase and found a pair of her usual ice silk cloud-patterned socks.

The stockings are thin and light, with only the ankles and toes featuring a semi-transparent cloud pattern that subtly reveals the pale pink skin underneath.

She hesitated for a few seconds, but put it on anyway.

Reposition yourself and adjust the angle.

She raised her phone again.

This time, the image was much clearer, showing the smooth and beautiful lines of the legs encased in ice stockings, which shimmered with a delicate sheen under the light.

My heart was pounding like a drum, and my fingertips were trembling slightly.

She eventually pressed the send button.

Then, as if burned, she threw her phone aside, shrank into the blanket, and only revealed half of her bright red cheek.

"What am I doing...?"

She sullenly berated herself, her voice filled with shame and anger, "I vowed to become stronger, to surpass everyone, but now I'm sending leg photos to... to the rival I want to trample under my feet in the middle of the night..."

"This is outrageous... so lax!" she exclaimed, slamming her fist on the pillow.

There was a few seconds of silence.

She peeked out, her rosy cheeks barely visible, and muttered softly, "What...what will he say...hmm..."

The terrace next door.

He had planned to tease her a little and then stop, and had even put his phone away and was about to go back inside.

Unexpectedly, a new message came in.

Jiang Ling's heart raced: "No way... that cold, white-haired guy really posted a leg photo?"

He clicked on it somewhat unexpectedly, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the contents.

Jiang Ling said seriously, "I must save this to the encrypted album immediately!"

Song Ruyu: [Heh... I... I'm going to sleep, don't bother me anymore.]

His tone remained firm, yet it carried a hint of an attempt to cover up the truth.

Jiang Ling smiled and replied: 【Okay, goodnight, Ruyu.】

He thought for a moment, then added: "Goodnight, my darling Ruyu."

"Who, who is your baby?!"

Inside room 305, when Song Ruyu saw the last two words, it was as if she was gently struck by an invisible electric current, and a tingling, slightly itchy feeling spread from the bottom of her heart.

She grabbed a pillow and covered her burning face, then rolled around on the bed.

Now, she felt completely uncomfortable, and fragmented, burning images flashed uncontrollably through her mind—images of that blond-haired man, and the invigorating magic he brought that made her both tremble and intoxicated…

I really want him to cast a spell on me... to make me feel great!

On the terrace, Jiang Ling was admiring the photos she had just received.

Ru Yu, who has practiced martial arts for many years, has fair and delicate calves that lack the soft flesh of Mei Yu, the slender and exquisite of You You, the round and cute of Ke Xin, or the straight and long of A Lan...

But it possesses an alluring magic—icy, moist, white, and smooth—truly reflecting its name, like jade, every inch of its skin like uncut jade.

"This jade should only exist in heaven; it is rarely seen in the mortal world..." Jiang Ling sighed softly, unable to resist zooming in on the picture to examine the details.

Then, he paused, staring intently at the label on the towel, and gasped.

"Chitose Onsen???!!"

"And it's even headquarters' gold standard?! What a coincidence!"

He immediately turned around and went back into the house.

Inside the room, Lan Xinlan had just finished showering and was putting on her bathrobe. Her wet blue hair was draped over her shoulders, and her little face was flushed. She gave him a sweet smile when she saw him.

"Wait a minute, Alan will be done soon..."

—The first person I went to a hot spring with Jiang Ling was my friend Alan!

However, Jiang Ling went to get dressed, and asked with some confusion:

"Ah Ling, where are you going? Aren't you going to the hot springs with Ah Lan?"

Jiang Ling finished dressing and said apologetically, "Alan, I'm going out to buy something. I'll be back soon."

Lan Xinlan nodded dejectedly, "Alright then..."

"Yes, definitely."

If Ruyu were also at Chitose Onsen—

Then he had to go see her. Of all the girls, the one he had neglected the most was Ruyu. All along, he still harbored an indelible sense of guilt about forcibly taking Ruyu's body back then.

Jiang Ling walked out of room 305 and gently closed the door behind her.

He stood in the middle of the quiet corridor on the third floor, closed his eyes, and quietly spread his Observation Haki perception like ripples on water.

Soon, a familiar yet chilly aura was accurately detected—it was not far away.

Jiang Ling followed her senses and walked over, eventually stopping at the door of room 304.

Looking at the house number, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, it's right next door!"

However, since things had come to this, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Upon hearing a knock at the door, Song Ruyu became alert, went to the door, and asked, "Who is it?"

Jiang Ling lowered her head and typed: [Me]

Upon seeing this simple word, Song Ruyu froze, a rare look of astonishment and disbelief appearing on her usually cool and aloof face. A barely audible soft "Eh" escaped from her slightly parted lips.

"Huh?"

Her fingers tightened slightly on the doorknob, then loosened.

After a few seconds of hesitation.

She slowly turned the lock and opened the door a crack.

Outside the door, the figure that had suddenly appeared in her mind countless times in the snowy night stood there, carrying the slight chill of the outdoors, and those familiar eyes reflected in the corridor light.

Before she could fully react, the door was gently pushed open a little, and a warm and firm embrace enveloped her.

"You... what are you doing here?" Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

"I..." Jiang Ling leaned close to her ear and breathed warm air into her ear, "I missed you, so I came..."

At this moment, Song Ruyu's mind went blank for a brief period.

Her body reacted before her reason—she tiptoed up on her delicate white toes encased in silk stockings, tilted her chin up, and kissed his lips.

A warm tear silently slid down from the corner of her tightly closed eye.

"I……"

When the kiss ended, she was slightly out of breath, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly. She buried her burning cheeks in his shoulder and whispered, "It's a little hot in the room..."

The door closed gently behind her.

The plain white Taoist-style nightgown silently slipped to the ground.

Her toes lifted slightly off the ground, then drooped limply, swaying gently in the air about ten centimeters above the ground with the slight trembling of her body.

"It's getting a bit cold again..." she said, closing her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice trembling slightly. "Let's go... let's go to the bathroom... I caught a chill from the wind."

Jiang Ling looked at the private hot spring in the bathroom and helped her inside.

then……

They stepped into the warm pool together.

Room 305 is separated by only one wall.

By the private starry sky hot spring pool, Lan Xinlan sat alone on the edge of the pool, her fair little feet gently kicking the warm water, creating ripples.

The pool reflects the dazzling galaxy simulated by the artificial dome, shimmering with the ripples, a beauty that seems otherworldly.

A sweet, expectant smile played on her lips as she gazed at the starry sky above, silently thinking to herself:

"Hehe... Soon, the precious memory of my first hot spring bath with Ah Ling will belong to me, Ah Lan!"

"I'm really looking forward to it..."