Wang Dahai quickly put on his underwear.
He looked at Jiang Yiren's beautiful face, feeling an impulse to rush up and kiss her.
But it was only a thought.
At this moment, Jiang Yiren suddenly took off her eye mask.
She glanced at Wang Dahai, perhaps still affected by the teasing from Ning Mei, she didn't have her usual indifference, her eyes revealing a shy blush unique to young girls.
She gave Wang Dahai a forced smile, stood up, petals and warm water flowed down her delicate collarbone, just like a fairy stepping out of a bath.
Stream by stream, the water outlined her body's captivating curves.
As she was about to lift her leg, her foot suddenly gave way, and she lost her balance, falling downwards.
In her fall, her head was toward the edge of the hot spring pool.
If she hit it, her head would certainly be injured.
In the nick of time, a large hand suddenly reached out, supporting her body.
She ended up in Wang Dahai's arms.