When the hot spring was built, indulgence was the priority. Three layers of stone steps were laid, allowing one to fully submerge in the pool while sitting on the steps. Fang Chuning sat side by side with Xie Jue on the stone steps. This was a pool meant for one person's pleasure, and the steps weren't very long. Fang Chuning's shoulder was tightly pressed against Xie Jue, his heart pounding like a deer caught in headlights, stiff as a stone, unable to move, silently lamenting. If he left now, it would seem even more abrupt.
"When we went to Sannan, we also soaked in a hot spring outdoors," Xie Jue's voice was low, carrying a hint of laughter. Hearing this, Fang Chuning's heart rhythm went out of control. The memory of that hot spring was unforgettable for him, it was too thrilling. What does Ting Feng mean by bringing it up? Fang Chuning felt parched, silently inching sideways, nearly slipping off the edge of the steps.
"Comfortable?"
Fang Chuning, "..."
