The hot air was dense in the steaming air, condensing into small droplets of water that landed on Mu Nan's forehead, slicing through his chin and collarbone along the smooth outline of his face.

Of course, Mu Nan knew which Da Xian'er's voice emitted this deep and magnetic voice. Why didn't Gu Yu Ze go to his beach to surf and wear a bikini and return to the hot spring? Do you want a hot spring bath to moisten your throat?

As the sound of footsteps approached, Mu ...