After Song Fengwan followed Fu Chen to the guest room, she glanced at the layout of the room. Fu Chen pointed to a bedroom at the side. "I'll sleep in here. You can stay over there."
The window in the master bedroom was facing the vast skiing ground. Song Fengwan stood by the window and looked out it for a long time. Fu Chen was a sensitive person, so he naturally viewed her every move.
"It's already past one. What are we eating?" Song Fengwan wasn't in a hurry to put away her luggage. Instead, she went to the living room between the two bedrooms and took an electric kettle to boil some hot water.
"There's food on the first basement floor. Let's grab something to eat there. It gets dark here fast, so while there's still light, we should go out and ski for a while." Fu Chen leaned against the sofa and pinched the space between his eyebrows.
