There's no way in, and those outside cannot see what's inside.
Amidst layers of mist, a young couple embraced in the water, intimately close.
Dreamlike and illusory, it seemed not quite real.
"Chengcheng, how long have I been in seclusion?" a woman's voice sounded from the water.
"In twelve more days, it will be a year." The man replied with a gentle smile, softly lifting a lock of her dark hair draped over her snowy skin, bringing it close to his lips. Teasingly and tenderly, he kissed each strand before playfully pulling it to her back. Then, he grasped her delicate wrist, placing it against his bare chest, "I've waited a year for you... How will you make it up to me, Tan'er?"
Qu Tan'er lowered her head and chuckled softly.
From the moment he suggested washing up first, she knew he had impure thoughts.
Mo Liancheng's gaze was gentle, then his lips drew near her ear, his affectionate voice whispering near her ear, soft and incredibly enticing, "Tan'er, don't you want to?"
