Small Ideas by the Floor-to-Ceiling Window

After a smooth flight of over three hours, the wide-body passenger jet slowly touched down on the runway of the northern airport.

Stepping out of the warm VIP cabin, a biting yet refreshing gust of cold wind rushed to meet them.

Ke Yujia couldn't help but shrink her neck, burying her pure, delicate little face deep into the soft fur collar of her down jacket.

For someone who had lived in the south her entire life, this northern scenery, where everything as far as the eye could see was draped in silvery white, held a fatal attraction.

"Cold? The car is already here."

Su Bai casually pulled her knitted beanie down a bit and naturally wrapped his arm around her petite shoulders, leading her out toward the VIP exit.

The moment they walked out, a black Bentley Mulsanne was already parked steadily in the exclusive lane.

A driver in a crisp uniform and white gloves immediately came forward with a respectful greeting. With utmost professionalism, he opened the heavy rear door and thoughtfully shielded the roof with his hand.

"Good morning, Mr. Su, Ms. Ke. I am the exclusive driver arranged for you by President Xia. I will be at your service throughout your upcoming itinerary."

Sitting in the spring-like warmth of the Bentley's backseat, Ke Yujia looked at the luxurious walnut interior with some amazement and couldn't help but whisper to Su Bai, "Brother Su Bai, you have a car and driver in the north too?"

"Xia Lin arranged this," Su Bai explained with a light chuckle, leaning back against the leather seat. "Director Xia is incredibly resourceful. No matter where we are in the country, she can arrange the top-tier travel and accommodation resources in advance. This way, when we come out to play, we don't have to worry about trivial matters."

Hearing Xia Lin's name, Ke Yujia nodded obediently.

She had always held a certain degree of awe and reverence for that woman with such a powerful aura.

The Bentley Mulsanne sped along the smooth highway, and the scenery outside the window gradually transitioned from the city to rolling, snow-capped mountains.

About an hour later, the car entered the north's most prestigious top-tier ski resort, finally stopping in front of an understated yet luxurious building hidden among the cedar forest—the Aman Hotel.

As one of the world's most luxurious resort hotel brands, Aman had always been renowned for its ultimate privacy and unique aesthetics that blended seamlessly with nature.

Under the exclusive guidance of the hotel butler, Su Bai led Ke Yujia directly into the most expensive, ultra-luxury panoramic suite, which boasted the best view of the entire ski resort.

"Beep—"

As the heavy solid wood door was pushed open, a warm current carrying the faint scent of cedar wrapped around the two of them.

"Wow—!"

Ke Yujia took off her heavy down jacket, wearing only a pure white turtleneck sweater and slim-fitting leggings, running around the spacious suite like a curious little rabbit.

The suite's interior featured extensive use of raw wood and warm-toned stone. In the center was a massive fireplace with a real fire burning, emitting soft crackling sounds.

But the most breathtaking feature was the entirely unobstructed panoramic floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom.

Through this massive glass, the entire expanse of rolling snow mountains and the pristine white ski slopes below could be taken in at a glance.

The sunlight was perfect at this moment, reflecting dazzling rays off the snow. The visual impact of such extreme openness left Ke Yujia standing blankly in front of the window, unable to recover her senses for a long time.

Su Bai took off his coat, strode over with his long legs, and naturally wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind.

"Brother Su Bai, it's so beautiful here... It feels like living in a crystal palace on top of a snow mountain." Ke Yujia tilted her head up, looking at Su Bai who was close at hand, her eyes filled with a little woman's happiness and adoration.

"It is beautiful, but..."

Su Bai's deep gaze passed over the top of her head, looking at the world of ice and snow outside the window, while a highly aggressive, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Did you know that the floor-to-ceiling windows in top luxury suites like this at Aman all use the highest specification of one-way glass?"

"One-way... glass?" Ke Yujia froze for a moment.

"That means, standing here in front of the window, we can clearly see the people skiing outside, and the tourists passing by on the cable cars. But the people outside, even with binoculars, absolutely cannot see a single thing inside."

Su Bai's low, husky voice sounded by her ear, carrying a scalp-tingling sense of bewitchment. "Little maid, haven't you always wanted to train your flexibility to the absolute limit to serve me? Now, I'm giving you a chance to show off."

Hearing these words, Ke Yujia's pure, baby-like face instantly flushed a deep red.

She glanced outside at the tourists gliding down the ski slopes like ants. Although reason told her that it was completely impossible to see inside from the outside, the extreme sense of shame and immorality, as if she were out in broad daylight in front of a crowd, still made her so nervous that her toes curled.

"B-Brother Su Bai... here... it's too embarrassing..."

"Not going to listen to me?" Su Bai's large hands slowly slid up along her slender waist, carrying a trace of undeniable dominance.

Under this extremely overbearing sense of pressure, the submissiveness and infatuation in Ke Yujia's bones instantly gained the upper hand.

She bit her tender lower lip, a layer of hazy spring water welling up in her watery eyes. Extremely obediently, she turned around and pressed her hands against the massive, ice-cold floor-to-ceiling glass.

Having practiced dance since childhood, her figure was unbelievably supple.

Under Su Bai's forceful guidance, Ke Yujia assumed a highly difficult and visually striking, seductive posture in front of the window.

Outside the window, it was a world of ice and snow at minus twenty degrees; inside the window, it was a luxurious suite as warm as spring.

This extreme environmental contrast, along with the psychological stimulation brought by the one-way glass, made the intimacy in this suite unprecedentedly feverish.

Ke Yujia's shapely legs, tightly wrapped in slim-fitting leggings, displayed astonishing S-tier flexibility under Su Bai's control.

...

A long time later.

"Phew... mm..."

When everything returned to calm, Ke Yujia was like a puddle of thoroughly melted spring water, sliding limply down the floor-to-ceiling glass until she finally collapsed into Su Bai's broad, sturdy embrace.

Her pure white turtleneck sweater was already in complete disarray, her fair forehead covered in a fine sheen of fragrant sweat. She panted heavily, unable to lift even a single finger.

"Brother Su Bai... you're too bad..."

Ke Yujia buried her burning cheeks into Su Bai's chest, complaining in a soft, hoarse voice, "We were supposed to go skiing this afternoon... Now I don't even have the strength to walk. It's all ruined..."

Looking at the childhood sweetheart in his arms whose stamina had been completely drained, Su Bai felt not the slightest bit of guilt. Instead, he let out a satisfied chuckle.

"Who says you don't have the strength to ski?"

Su Bai scooped her up in his arms and walked toward the bathroom.

At the same time, he quietly activated that heaven-defying, god-tier support skill in his mind—[Source Physique].

"Huh?"

Ke Yujia, who had just been limp and boneless, instantly widened her clear eyes.

She could clearly feel the agonizing soreness in her limbs—the feeling that her body was about to completely fall apart—fading away at an astonishing rate! It felt as if parched earth had suddenly been nourished by a sweet, refreshing rain, with every single cell frantically absorbing the newfound vitality.

After just a few short minutes of tender intimacy and a warm shower.

When Ke Yujia changed into a fresh set of casual clothes and stood before the full-length mirror in their suite, she was shocked to discover that not only had every trace of her fatigue vanished, but her energy levels were a hundred times higher than when she had first woken up that morning!

"Oh my god... Brother Su Bai, what did you just do to me? I feel like I could ski all the way to the bottom of the mountain in one go!" Ke Yujia clenched her small fists in disbelief, looking up at him with a face full of absolute adoration.

"Just a little exclusive reward for you."

Su Bai casually pinched her cheek, which had regained its rosy, radiant glow, and naturally took her small hand. "Let's go. You must be hungry after all that exercise. We'll head to the restaurant to fill our stomachs first, and this afternoon I'll take you out to relive the joy of pushing the little cart."

The two shared a knowing smile. Within this ultra-luxurious Aman ski resort, they made their way toward the hotel's highly elegant panoramic restaurant.

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