Middle of the night, steamy, bubbling water, three men sitting in a hot tub in a deserted SPA of a holiday resort…
Yu Qingyu's cheeks were flushed, his head was spinning.
Was it because of the heat? Or because of the close proximity of his crush, wearing only swim trunks?
Or perhaps both of those factors combined…
The cycle that was supposed to be his last had finished, but Yu Qingyu still showed no signs of leaving. He stubbornly sat in the water, with his sight lowered down, arms pressed close to his body, and his hands, resting on his thighs, curled into fists. Feeling nervous, he was unconsciously chewing on his lip. He didn't dare to look directly at Liu Wei, still embarrassed about his actions during the dinner earlier.
