Struggling after falling into the water is natural, although the water in the hot spring pool wasn't deep, but the consequence of the struggle was that when I stood firm, I realized I wasn't by the poolside, but rather adrift in the middle of the pool water, now very close to Lin Zefeng.
He didn't move, he just looked at me with a smirk that bore both amusement and mockery. Embarrassed, I too stood still and silent, staring back at him. We locked eyes like this for a moment, until he suddenly stood up.
Because of the cold, the water droplets, which now seemed even more crystalline, slid slowly down his fit, smooth body. To put it poetically: he was like a god. But in my eyes, with a faint white mist emanating from him, his whole being was akin to a freshly steamed bun, no—given his tanned complexion, more like a fragrant and appetizing black rice bun, igniting an overwhelming craving, almost enough to make one desperately want to take a bite, or at least give it a squeeze.
