With a gush, water splashed out!
Ning Yiyuan stepped into the pool, choosing a spot that was directly opposite Mo Chu's face.
Amidst the clouds and mist, his usually stern face actually softened slightly, bringing with it an indescribable gentleness. His pair of deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate through the barrier, looking straight at Mo Chu.
His large palm that was spread out by the side of the pool moved slightly, as if he could still feel the delicate and tender touch on Little Chu's body. His eyes could not help but narrow slightly. Ning Yiyuan's current appearance seemed to be enjoying himself. Looking at it carefully, there was not the slightest hint of obscurity in his eyes. On the contrary, the flames in the depths of his eyes were faintly dancing...
