I endured the humiliation and humiliation while being besieged by the ghost story elder sister.

However, given his height, trying to do this while Arisa wasn't paying attention was simply a pipe dream.

Chapter Twenty-Eight Hot Pot

"Phew—I didn't expect it to start snowing here in Xijing. It actually feels a bit cold."

As she said this, Ximiao couldn't help but shrink her slender, snow-white neck, and the fluffy gloves she was wearing looked very warm.

The surrounding streets, once smooth red brick pavement, were now covered with a layer of fine snow, but because of the constant footsteps of pedestrians, they looked dirty.

"Mio, don't you like snowy days?"

Hearing the boy's sigh beside her, for some reason, Fanxia asked him about it with a bit of nervousness.

but……

Xi Ling simply shook her head, denying her statement, and explained.

"No, not really. I wouldn't say I hate it, but this kind of dirty, trampled snow can easily cause people to slip and fall."

After all, a layer of ice had already melted and re-condensed into a thin layer of ice that was invisible to the naked eye. If he accidentally stepped on it, he would immediately lose his balance.

He had stumbled on this before, which is why he had some psychological trauma.

As for the mother and daughter, Arisa, walking on the other side, their attire made them completely unrecognizable as a mother and daughter.

I don't know whether to say that Ami is well-maintained or that Arisa has a mature temperament, it's quite a dilemma.

The group walked straight into the station. Although it wasn't the weekend, there were quite a few girls on the tram because of the winter break. After a quick dinner, they met up with their best friends to go shopping.

Looking at the group of girls chatting not far away, Xi Miao subconsciously thought that her strategist was probably still in a toilet stall at school, living a carefree, otaku life...

"Maybe I should find some time to go see her," Ximiao couldn't help but think.

"By the way, where are we going to have dinner?"

Suddenly remembering that Aunt Ami still hadn't told them where their destination was, Nozomi couldn't help but ask her.

Asa, who seemed to be chatting with friends on social media, looked up after hearing Mio's question and gave a quiet explanation.

"Since it's so cold, we definitely have to go eat hot pot!"

"Eh?"

Xi Ling was taken aback. He had been guessing that dinner tonight would be ramen, but Aunt Ami had upgraded it to double the usual amount.

however.

"Hot pot, huh..."

For some reason, Fanxia seemed preoccupied and uninterested in Ami's invitation to hot pot.

It didn't take long.

The group then arrived in downtown Xijing and went to a restaurant with a rather strange-sounding name: Sumo Hot Pot.

As soon as Xi Ling stepped into the store, the wave of heat instantly dispelled the chill from the group, and even the fine downy hairs on his fair face glistened with a few water droplets.

This prompted Ximiao to wipe her face before curiously looking around at the shop's decor.

"Oh~ Isn't this Mrs. Ashi? I was just wondering why you haven't come to my restaurant for hot pot even though it's already winter~"

A warm and gentle voice came from behind the kitchen where food was being prepared.

Xi Ling and her group looked in the direction of the sound and saw a plump woman who looked very kind and honest, wearing an apron and holding a kitchen knife, busy at work.

Judging from what she said, it seems that she knows Aunt Ashi.

then.

The two people, including Ximiao, who were visiting for the first time, all turned their gazes to Ami, who was standing to the side, and were curious about the relationship between her and the plump woman.

"I went on vacation to Hokkaido a while ago, and as soon as I got back, I brought a few customers to patronize your business, so please don't complain!"

After speaking, she first gestured for Xi Ling and the others to find a place to sit down, and then she went over to the plump aunt and started exchanging pleasantries with her.

In the booth, Nozomi and the others were still secretly watching what was happening on Ami's side.

"Hey~ Arisa, have you ever come here to eat hot pot with Aunt Ami?"

He looked at the girl sitting opposite him with some curiosity and asked.

"No, Mom usually likes to play by herself, but this year, she unusually brought me along, and of course, you two, Mio and Honoka, too."

When she said these words, Hio clearly sensed the sour undertone in Arisa's tone.

However, he couldn't say anything about it. He could only find an opportunity to talk to Aunt Ashi about this and tell her that she should pay more attention to Arisa in this regard.

Just as they were thinking that there was no point in continuing to gossip about Ashi, they picked up the menu and started looking at the dishes.

After exchanging pleasantries with the older woman, Aunt Ashi slowly walked over and sat down next to Arisa.

"Mom, are you acquainted with the owner of this shop?"

Taking this opportunity, she asked her mother about the store.

Aunt Ashi remained calm and explained to Arisa, "How could we not be familiar? This place is practically our family business; I'm a shareholder here."

"Eh?"

Even Arisa was dumbfounded, let alone Nozomi and Honoka who were listening on the other side.

None of them expected that this shop was actually owned by Aunt Ami, and even her own daughter, Arisa, was kept in the dark.

However, Ami didn't seem to intend to continue talking about this matter. Instead, she picked up the menu and looked at what she wanted to eat later.

a long time.

The plump auntie who had greeted them earlier pushed a small cart to the table and, to Ximiao's somewhat shocked gaze, placed a huge hot pot casserole on the table.

As she turned on the gas stove at the bottom of the pot, a rich aroma of hot pot broth soon filled the air for everyone.

After placing the prepared vegetables and meat aside, the plump auntie said with a smile.

"The dishes are all served. Please adjust the cooking time yourselves. Madam Ashi, please enjoy your meal."

After the aunt left, Nozomi, who had been troubled by a question since earlier, finally couldn't help but ask Ami.

"So, this meal is free?!"

"Of course~ If it's just the cost of one or two meals, I can deduct it from the shop's rent. I'm sure the owner won't have any objections."

She looked at Xi Ling with a smile and said.

however.

After confirming that she had barely gotten the meal for free, Ximiao quickly called over the older woman and ordered several more servings of meat. Only then was she satisfied and sat down in her seat, waiting for the meal to begin.

Seeing how happy Ximiao was, the others sitting next to her couldn't help but chuckle, unwilling to point out whether he could finish all that food.

Ending our hot spring trip with this hot pot meal is absolutely perfect!

In that case, we definitely need to order some more beer to really enjoy ourselves! Ashi couldn't help but think that.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Drunken Morning

The next morning.

As a ray of sunlight streamed into the room through the window, it shone on Ximiao's fair face. After a long while, seemingly unable to bear the somewhat dazzling sunlight, Ximiao turned her body to the side.

But his body only trembled slightly before he felt as if something was pressing down on him.

After struggling for a few moments, the boy gave up and stopped moving.

After all, last night while eating hot pot, he was persuaded by the other three to pick up a glass of beer and drink it.

So much so that halfway through the meal, Nozomi, who already had a low alcohol tolerance, drank herself into oblivion and collapsed on the table, completely unconscious.

As for the other three, Xi Ling didn't know what their situation was. Even with his eyes closed, he found the sunlight very annoying and irritating.

As Xi Ling gradually regained consciousness, the headache caused by the hangover followed, making him lose all desire to continue sleeping.

And, for some reason, he felt a chill all over his body...

Ximiao slowly opened her sore and dry eyes and looked around.

With just a slight turn of my head, I saw Fanxia's peaceful sleeping eyes, so close that I could even feel her gentle breath.

However, the next moment.

He smelled a strong stench of alcohol and hot pot, as if they hadn't showered the day before and had gone straight to bed.

And that is indeed the case.

Just as Xi Ling was about to sit up, she paused slightly, and then she saw two pale, white thighs draped unabashedly over her body, one on each side.

He knew one of the legs belonged to Fanxia, ​​and as for the other fair and beautiful leg beside her, he didn't need to guess to know it belonged to Arisa.

But what really puzzled him was... why was he only wearing a thin pair of panties?

The two people lying next to him, putting aside what happened to their lower bodies, at least had pajamas covering their upper bodies. Why was he so lazy as to not put a pajama on them?

Before he could figure out what was going on, he discovered that he wasn't lying on a bed, but rather on a makeshift bed on the floor.

As for who was lying on the soft bed next to her... Seeing the beautiful woman wrapped up tightly in a quilt, Xi Ling couldn't help but sigh, wanting to complain in her heart.

However, the most urgent thing right now is to pour myself a glass of water to soothe my dry throat.

Thinking of this, Xi Ling gently and carefully moved the two fair and smooth legs that were draped over him to the side.

He found a large T-shirt in the room that seemed to belong to Arisa and put it on before tiptoeing out of the bedroom.

After arriving in the living room, Ximiao poured herself a glass of water and drank it all in one gulp. This made her head clear up a bit, and she didn't feel as uncomfortable as before.

He looked around and realized that they seemed to be in the apartment of Asi and Arisa, and the room they had just been in.

Judging from the clothes he casually picked up, this should be Arisa's bedroom...

Before he could continue recalling what had happened last night, a young and innocent voice suddenly came from behind him.