"I have a sense of propriety, I won’t go overboard." Lu Ziyuan’s sharply defined face leaned towards her, giving her a gentle smile, "Wanwan, be good, let’s try it here. If you don’t like it, we’ll go back inside the tent."

Xie Wanqing shook her head repeatedly.

This is the wilderness!

She glared at him, "What if someone sees us..."

"I told you, no one will come here," Lu Ziyuan pulled her into his arms, bent down close to her ear, whispered a few words, then gently pecked at her flushed earlobe, coaxing, "Just listen to me this once."

...

In the thick fog, he undid her robe, held her waist, and lowered his head to kiss her shoulder.

Reaching out, he took out her hairpin...

In an instant, her silken hair cascaded down to her lower back, the black strands wrapped around the girl’s luminous white skin, vaguely visible in the rising steam, Lu Ziyuan’s gaze grew dark, his breathing became heavy, and the kisses he landed on her became increasingly intense.

After kissing for a while, he lifted her by the waist and carried her into the pool.

The warm spring water enveloped their bodies, Xie Wanqing took a light breath, hearing the man in front of her say, "Hold tight to me."

The man’s face, shrouded in thin mist, was not very clear, but his tall figure standing before her had a significant oppressive presence.

Xie Wanqing swallowed, reached out and grasped his arm.

Lu Ziyuan lowered his head to kiss her again, leaving Xie Wanqing dazed and disoriented.

This man loved to kiss her too much...

She soon couldn’t withstand it.

Both hands clung tightly to the man’s proud, straight body in front of her, abandoning all consciousness, entrusting everything to him.

No one knows how much time passed as night fell completely, and Yuan Yue hung high in the sky.

Xie Wanqing lay on her back, her eyes slowly losing focus as she stared at the star-filled sky...

Lu Ziyuan kissed her eyes, his voice hoarse as he coaxed, "Wanwan... call my name..."

Xie Wanqing gathered her thoughts, tightened her grip on his arm.

She called out to him in a scattered voice.

Lu Ziyuan slightly squinted his eyes, utterly satisfied.

His movements, even in this ravishing pursuit, were incredibly gentle.

But Xie Wanqing couldn’t bear this gentle torment.

The legs wrapped around his waist tightened, silently urging.

Lu Ziyuan understood her meaning, loving her need for him just as much.

He curved his lips into a smile, planting a kiss on her nose.

For a long, long time, the turbulent ripples of the hot spring subsided.

Lu Ziyuan carried the now unsteady girl onto the shore.

The cloak wrapped her tightly and brought her into the tent.

The inside was pitch black, though evidently his night vision was quite good, as he steadily placed her on the bed, then lit a candle and turned to ask the girl on the bed, "Are you hungry?"

Xie Wanqing wasn’t very hungry, but she glanced around the tent and didn’t see any food, so she deliberately nodded.

Then she watched in astonishment as the man, casually dressed, started a fire under a pot...

Not long after, a steaming bowl of noodles appeared before her, with two poached eggs resting inside.

Seeing her face full of amazement, Lu Ziyuan chuckled, "No poison, eat up."

Xie Wanqing: "..."

She picked up chopsticks and grasped some noodles to eat. Her picky taste surprisingly found nothing amiss.

For the first time in her past and present life, she tasted the food he cooked, a truly novel experience.

As she ate, he lifted the blanket to check her knee.

On it was a bruise, obtained from earlier bumps in the pool, not a serious injury, but starkly apparent on her fair, smooth leg.