The Third Folded Space

In truth, Ding Ruoshui had been in very good condition that night.

Water, well, as long as one was willing to put some thought into it, there would always be some.

As for the process, the editor wouldn't allow it to be described...

The next morning, she was still half-asleep when the bed sank slightly. Lin Xiaosu sat down. Ding Ruoshui's long lashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes, resting her head against his thigh in mild surprise. "Why are you dressed so formally?"

The suite was warm as spring.

A young couple would have been fine even wearing nothing at all.

But Lin Xiaosu was wearing a snow-white trench coat today. He looked imposing and spirited, practically more like a gigolo than Zhao Zhen.

Something was off.

"We're going out to visit someone!"

"Visit who?"

"A boss at White Mountain Residence."

"White Mountain Residence?" Ding Ruoshui sat up, the soft thin sheet catching across her front... making her incomparably alluring. Her brows furrowed slightly. "You went to White Mountain Residence last time too."

"Yes, I visited him last time as well!" Lin Xiaosu said. "Get up. We'll go together."

"Mm, give me fifteen minutes!" Ding Ruoshui flipped the sheet around herself, reached the bathroom Gate in a few steps, and flicked her hand. The sheet flew toward a certain Mr. Lin while she slipped into the bathroom.

Very soon, she emerged radiant and dazzling.

The next moment, the two arrived in the hotel lobby. A young man in a suit bowed. "Mr. Lin, Miss Ding, the car is ready."

"Good. Take us to White Mountain Residence."

"Yes, sir!"

The car left the city and turned onto a nearby highway.

At this time of year, the north was already a world of ice and snow. Yet in the south, though