This time, Lu Lingche's kiss was very careful and tender. He constantly observed her reaction to avoid causing her any pain.
The misty hot spring pool, with rippling water, concealed Qiao Yin as Lu Lingche held her, and her brain could no longer think.
How could he be so gentle?
How could he be so patient?
The hot spring seemed to get hotter, and she became less and less lucid.
She didn't know how much time had passed before Lu Lingche carried her out of the hot spring and into a bedroom.
A large towel was draped over her body, and her muddled brain finally cleared a bit. She realized that this place was not a dining room—it was a resort villa.
"Lu Lingche."
"Hmm?"
"You are an asshole!"
As he dried her hair, Lu Lingche softly responded, "Hmm, I am."
Qiao Yin glared at him angrily, "You go out, I can dry myself, I don't need you!"
Her cheeks were flushed red, and her angry look was also quite adorable, which had absolutely no deterrent effect on Lu Lingche.
