She shook the water droplets off her hands with great interest, stood up, and prepared to go for a soak.

Realizing I hadn't brought a swimsuit, I looked around.

The private hot spring villa was very secluded. Since I was bathing alone anyway, I just grabbed a towel and went into the tub.

There's a stream right inside the resort, and the hot spring pools are right next to it. On quiet nights, you can even hear the gentle sound of the water flowing by—it's truly soothing and relaxing.

She picked up her phone and played some relaxing music to prevent the room from becoming too quiet.

Listening to the soft music relaxed her completely, and she couldn't help but think about the purpose of her trip.

They really delivered themselves to our doorstep.

——

When Jingmin returned to the room, he found the bed empty. He guessed the person was in the hot spring and, without hesitation, strode over to find them.

Chu Wuyang leaned against the rock with her eyes closed. She had been soaking for a while, and her skin, glowing a charming pink in the steam, was exceptionally clear in the dim light.

Jingmin leaned against the screen, quietly and greedily watching her.

The ambiguous and romantic scenes between the two of them not long ago kept replaying in my mind, frame by frame. My throat felt dry, and my fingertips were itching.

It was still a bit chilly at night, and I was worried she might catch a cold if she fell asleep, so I got up, went down a step, and asked, "When did you wake up?"

Chu Wuyang was lost in thought when Jing Min's voice suddenly rang out, startling her so much that she almost fell into the water.

Jing Min, who was nearby, reached out and caught her just in time. His hand touched her soft, smooth skin, and his heart stirred. No longer able to restrain himself, he pulled her into his arms and leaned down to kiss her. His actions were impulsive and forceful; for a moment, Chu Wuyang forgot to react.

When they parted, her eyes were still dazed.

Jing Min chuckled, gently rubbing the corner of her lips. "How long have you been soaking? Are you dizzy?"

Chu Wuyang didn't answer him, and her breathing was a little rapid.

After a moment, slightly annoyed, she glared at him.

"What are you doing? That was so startling!"

Jingmin patted her head to comfort her, then reached out to pick her up.

Chu Wuyang stopped him, "I'll do it myself."

Jingmin stepped back a little and saw her carrying a bath towel as she stepped over the stairs and into the house. The towel barely covered her private parts, and her hair was pulled up high, revealing her long, slender neck, its lines as graceful as a swan's.

Jing Min's heart seemed to be drawn to her unseen, his gaze involuntarily following her, a fire burning within him that threatened to consume him at any moment.

Jingmin entered the house and sat on the sofa, hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

The sound of water was faint, yet the indistinct human figure somewhat overlapped with the scene beneath the fireworks.

The door opened, and Chu Wuyang emerged, wearing a bathrobe, her clothes still damp, her face flushed, looking...exceptionally alluring.

Jing Min's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He restrained himself, thinking that since they had only been through so much, she must not be willing.

Finally suppressing that burning desire, he turned around and found a hair dryer.

"Don't move, I'll dry it for you," Chu Wuyang said, trying to take the hairdryer herself.

He suppressed the sound of the hairdryer, which broke the silence of the room.

Chu Wuyang sensed that his movements as he held her hair were clumsy yet exceptionally gentle. His awkwardness suggested it was the first time he'd done something like this. Unable to see his expression, she could guess that he was frowning in hesitation.

Because she would occasionally tug at her hair.

Until she couldn't help but call out,

"hiss......"

Jing Min quickly turned off the hairdryer, touched her hair anxiously, and asked...

Did I hurt you? Let me see where.

Chu Wuyang tilted her head back, shook her head, and took the hair dryer.

"It's okay, I can do it myself."

Jing Min frowned and remained silent. It was too polite. The two of them had just been intimate, as if it were a dream. And it was just a dream!

The words spoken while holding back anger were naturally unpleasant: "Who taught you to turn your back on someone after using them?"