Yu Gangan leaned weakly in Fang Zhihan’s arms, unwilling to move.
“It’s snowing.” Snow began to float down from the sky. Yu Gangan stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake, but the hot spring was hot, so it melted before it even landed on her palm.
“Do you like it?”
It was only normal to like such a beautiful and romantic scene. But, unable to laugh nor cry, Yu Gangan looked at Fang Zhihan and said, “I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t like it. For two people that don’t like snow to soak in a hot spring when it’s snowing, it seems a bit like a death wish.”
Fang Zhihan revealed a helpless and doting smile. He slightly tilted his head and pressed his chin gently against her head.
He felt a little emotional looking at the plum blossom forest and the floating snow.
A moment later, he stepped out of the hot spring, covered himself with a bathrobe, and carried Yu Gangan in his arms. Yu Gangan hooked her arms around Fang Zhihan’s neck, leaned into his embrace, and enjoyed his hug.
The bedroom was lit by the warm glow from the bedside lamp as the two sat on the bed and blow-dried their hair.
The hairdryer’s whistling sound was like a love song.
As the man’s fingers brushed through her long hair, a sense of happiness spread through Yu Gangan’s heart.
Her cheeks were a little pink after soaking in the hot spring and her eyes were bright as she sat there quietly, enjoying the warm and sweet moment.
As her wet hair dried, the hairdryer stopped.
Yu Gangan raised her head and looked at him with smiling eyes, “It’s only right to reciprocate. Now that you’ve dried my hair, let me dry yours.”
Her hopeful gaze triggered the man to suddenly lean over and kiss her on the lips.
Yu Gangan blushed, took the hairdryer from his hands, and pulled him down to sit on the bed.
Under the orange lighting, the woman’s face was soft and seductive. It was tempting to pull her into his arms and squeeze her in his embrace. Fang Zhihan’s hair was relatively short. While he was drying Yu Gangan’s hair, his hair had almost dried.
So, the hairdryer blew a few times and it was completely dry.
Yu Gangan turned off the hairdryer, “OK, you can go back to your room to sleep.”
Fang Zhihan did not move. He simply said all of a sudden, “I’m hungry after soaking in the hot spring.”
“Hot springs can promote blood circulation, speed up the body’s metabolism, and cause a loss of water, so it’s natural to feel thirsty and hungry after soaking in it,” Yu Gangan explained, “Do you want to go out to eat? Forget about it, it’s already late.”
Before her last word fell, Fang Zhihan pulled on her hand, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lay down, pressing her body on top of his as they lay on the bed.
He looked at her, his thin lips slightly hooked, and his tone as soft as a feather as it swept across her heart, “I want to eat fish.”
They stared into each other’s eyes. The man’s clear gaze contained a sense of restrained desire. Yu Gangan enlarged her eyes and looked at him. All of a sudden, she understood the underlying meaning in his words.
Blood rushed out from the depths of her heart, spreading redness across her cheeks to the tip of her ear.
The two looked at each other as the room filled with an ambiguous silence.
Their hearts beat faster as the man’s gaze grew deeper and deeper.
Yu Gangan suddenly lost strength in her arms and her body fell forward. She closed her eyes, leaned in towards Fang Zhihan’s face and gently kissed him on the lips.
He invited her ambiguously and she responded with action.
The man’s hand pressed against the back of her head, he kissed her lips, flipped her in his arms, pressed her on the bed, and continued to kiss deeply…
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