Master Yan, exhausted from a day's work, finally lay down in the hot spring, letting out a soothing sound.
The days were too fulfilling; Yan Qing had mentally prepared himself to experience the mortal world's spring and autumn, but ended up almost experiencing entertainment spring and autumn. However, as he soaked, he quickly became bored—no phone, no gaming console, just soaking like this was indeed meaningless. The reason he soaked so long last night was because Murong Hui was chattering beside him, and Yan Qing only had one towel; his skin was wrinkled before he couldn't bear it anymore and drove her away...
But speaking of which, Murong Hui and Ying Rushi had just soaked in this hot spring, and Yan Qing seemed able to smell a faint scent.
Murong Hui's caramel-colored long legs and Ying Rushi's smooth, alabaster skin had once been in this hot spring, rippling lightly...
