Ye Yiheng said, "You must be so cold standing there. Come on down."
As his words fell, he swam a circle in the water.
Above the hot spring pool, steam swirled and mist danced, threatening to cloud one's vision.
Even through the delicate veils of steam, she could easily make out his figure.
The man swam with a strong and fluid grace, his back marked by three scars, his muscle definition clear and perfect.
The water stirred ripples following his movements, creating a vague and dreamy scene beneath the curtain of fog...
...adding an irresistible air of ambiguity.
Leng Yu Yan took out the clothes she had changed from her bundle. "I'll just wash the clothes here. You continue soaking."
Ye Yiheng lay lazily on the water's surface, his voice tinged with teasing. "I suspect you claimed you wanted to soak together just to watch me in the springs. Your motives aren't pure."
Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan was completely taken aback, her mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.
