The yukata had become the two of them's pajamas last night as well.
Cong Yu watched his black hair intertwine with Snow Woman's loose white locks...
How should he put it?
Since he had long hair too, he rarely got to enjoy the experience of "lying on someone else's hair."
More often than not...
Others—meaning the smaller Xiao Cui and Doctor—lay in his arms, or simply directly on his long hair.
Come to think of it, Lantian Zhu was surprisingly one of the rare short-haired types.
All he could say was that it was quite unusual.
As Cong Yu pondered this, Snow Woman seemed to have gotten enough sleep as well. She woke up along with him.
But Snow Woman didn't speak. She merely looked quietly at Cong Yu.
"Is it just my imagination?"
Snow Woman spoke, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "I have this feeling that you must be thinking about another woman right now."
Damn! What an accurate guess!
Cong Yu slowly raised his head, meeting Snow Woman's icy blue eyes... The fireplace's flames danced in both their eyes.
"N-No, that's not it. Guilty."
Cong Yu answered, then immediately coughed lightly. "All right, but it's not what you think."
Snow Woman chuckled.
"I'm guessing you're thinking about something related to 'hair,'" she teased.
Cong Yu: "!!!"
"Ha..."
Snow Woman laughed, covering her mouth as she chuckled. There was a kind of pride in her laughter, as if to say, "I really do understand Cong Yu."
But she didn't seem to mean any blame by it.
Unconcerned with whichever woman Cong Yu had been thinking about, she lazily shifted more of her body weight onto him.
Snow Woman greatly enjoyed this sort of ambiguous atmosphere.
Yet what she enjoyed wasn't merely the ambiguity itself. More than that, it