Lu Weiyang fell into the hot spring. Ling Xuan could not care less about the difference between a man and a woman. He grabbed Lu Weiyang’s waist and pulled her out of the water.
Lu Weiyang fell into the hot spring unprepared. For a moment, she was panicking and her hands could not stop moving.
After Ling Xuan hugged her waist, she wrapped her arms around Ling Xuan’s neck.
Lu Weiyang looked into Ling Xuan’s eyes. This time, it was her turn to blush.
In the back of the mountain, the occasional cries of sparrows could be heard. Ling Xuan only let go of Lu Weiyang after some time. He got up in a hurry, put on his monk robe, and put on his kasaya. Then, he left in a hurry.
It was as if some wild monster was chasing after him.
Lu Weiyang was soaking in the hot spring pool. When she saw the string of Buddhist beads left by Ling Xuan by the stone, she picked up the beads and smiled lightly. She rubbed the beads with her fingers.
