"Eh! Wait!" Han Qiqing saw that something was wrong, and she grabbed the bathrobe on the chair and jumped over.
Though there was fog beside the hot spring, they could still see clearly.
Before Yin Shaojie could focus his eyes, he only caught a flash of fair skin.
Then, Han Qiqing threw herself over and wrapped Mu Xiaoxiao with the bathrobe.
Yin Shaojie stared blankly. Even if it was just a flash, the two snow white lumps on her chest seemed very clear. It was imprinted instantly in his mind, and he could no longer forget it.
As he was holding her, he could feel the delicate skin clearly on his palm. Perhaps it was because she had just been soaking in the hot spring. It was smoother and more tender than even a baby's skin that one would hate to let go.
However, as Han Qiqing shouted, he could only let go of her reluctantly so that she could help Xiaoxiao to wear the bathrobe.