By the artificial lake, at dusk.

The two of them strolled along the shore, where a thin layer of ice had formed. Yao Lingling would pick up a small pebble and hurl it with force into the distance, tracing a long, graceful arc across the ice, then turn back and give him an impossibly brilliant smile.

In the high-end buffet restaurant.

Yao Lingling carried two plates like a happy little hamster, zipping back and forth between king crab legs, live crayfish, and thick-cut salmon. She piled everything she thought was delicious onto the plate in front of Tang Song, then looked at him with a face full of expectation.

...

By the time the two of them returned to the villa suite hidden deep in the bamboo grove, night had completely fallen.

At some point, fine snow had begun to drift down again in the courtyard outside the window. Under the warm yellow lights, it looked tranquil and romantic.

The two of them sat down on the soft sofa in the living room.

There was still a bit of goofy laughter on Yao Lingling’s face. She was replaying the funny scenes from the afternoon movie, gesturing excitedly as she described them to Tang Song.

Sipping hot Keke while excitedly discussing the movie’s plot with Tang Song.

Tang Song listened, but his gaze kept drifting uncontrollably to the junior’s waist and hips wrapped in her jeans.

Noticing the faint heat in his eyes, Yao Lingling’s voice gradually grew softer. Her cheeks flushed. "Senior... w-why are you staring at me like that..."

Tang Song leaned forward slightly. "Lingling, did you have fun today?"

"I did..." Yao Lingling’s heart skipped a beat. She had a feeling she knew what he was about to say.

"Then..." Tang Song’s voice dropped lower, tinged with temptation. "Isn’t it about time for the hot spring? On a snowy day, soaking in steaming hot spring water is the best feeling in the world."

Yao Lingling shot upright, her heartbeat instantly missing half a beat, and her cheeks flared with heat.

Instinctively, she glanced at the hot spring pool outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Then I’ll go turn on the water."

This was the part she’d been looking forward to the most. Of course, mainly because she wanted to see her senior’s "great body."

And also to show off the peachy butt she’d worked so hard to sculpt over the past few months.

"No need. Physical labor like filling the pool—leave it to your boyfriend." The smile in Tang Song’s eyes deepened. "You go upstairs and get changed first."

Yao Lingling let out a little cry and bounced up from the sofa at once. With a flushed face, she answered him and hurried upstairs.

Watching her flustered back as she fled, Tang Song’s gaze was full of amusement.

He got up and walked to the hot spring pool, following the instructions to press the fill button.

Very soon, steaming hot spring water gushed out from the pipes, pouring into the pool carved out of a single block of volcanic rock, and the air grew warm and humid.

Once he’d finished all that, he returned to the master bedroom on the first floor.

The villa had two bedrooms in total, clearly designed for a family vacation.

Yao Lingling was on the second floor; he was on the first.

He took off his clothes, changed into the black boxer swim trunks Yao Lingling had prepared for him, slipped on a bathrobe, and stepped into slippers.

When he came back to the living room, the junior still hadn’t come out.

Tang Song picked up the hotel’s fruit tea and teacups and carried them into the courtyard.

The night breeze blew in with that unique, crisp chill after snow, raising a fine layer of goosebumps on his exposed skin.

He took off his bathrobe, hung it on the wooden rack to the side, then stepped into the hot spring pool one step at a time.

"Ah—"

The warm spring water enveloped his whole body at once, driving out every last bit of cold.

He leaned comfortably against the smooth rock wall, letting out a long plume of white breath.

The snowflakes kept drifting down in silence.

Some fell on the tranquil bamboo and maple trees around them; others fell into the warm pool, disappearing without a trace before they could even melt.

He tilted his head back, looking up at the pitch-black night sky and the swaying snow, and a wave of ease and serenity washed through him.

Just then.

A soft "tap, tap" sounded beside him.

"Senior..."

A shy, playful voice sounded in the misty air.

Tang Song turned, and saw the little junior standing not far away at the edge of the pool.

She was wrapped in a pure white bathrobe, clutching a towel nervously in her hands.

Her long, jet-black hair was loosely twisted into a cute bun, and her fresh, bare face was flushed.

Their eyes met.

Yao Lingling’s cheeks burned hotter. She stood there, a little self-conscious.

Tang Song couldn’t help saying, "So, my girlfriend plans to just stay wrapped up in that bathrobe and let me imagine what you look like in a swimsuit?"

Yao Lingling bit her lip, then deliberately put on a breezy act and shot back, "What’s the rush? I know you’ve got abs—let me inspect the goods first, boyfriend."

Because the hot spring was steaming, and Tang Song was reclining against the pool wall, she really couldn’t see him clearly.

"Sure."

Tang Song chuckled softly and slowly stood up from the water.

Streams of water slid down the sculpted lines of his body like they were tracing a statue.

Sharp eight-pack abs, a sexy Adonis belt, broad shoulders and a firm chest...

Under the dim courtyard lights and swirling mist, every inch of muscle exuded explosive, hormonal Charm.

This was a nearly perfect body.

Yao Lingling’s eyes went wide at once, her breathing turning shallow.

She felt a rush of heat shoot straight to her head; her legs instinctively squeezed together, and she was left dizzy and dazed.

It was her first time seeing Tang Song this close to "naked," and the visual impact was just... overwhelming.