The man's figure appeared next to the hot spring, and Zhan Lan's expression suddenly changed after she saw his face clearly.
The man had an imposing stature, tall and burly, dressed in thick white fur, with delicate features, sharp and clear lines, and a piercing, profound gaze that unconsciously oppressed others, especially those eagle-like, vermilion eyes of his, which were fixed on her as if trying to see through her.
His voice was very deep, "You seem very nervous."
Zhan Lan adjusted her breathing and calmly lowered her voice to speak from her chest, "Does this hot spring belong to you, sir?"
The man looked at the woman before him, who had an incredibly gorgeous face that even without makeup, flushed with a hint of redness in the hot spring, seeming to captivate the soul.
His gaze shifted downward, seeing Zhan Lan's smooth and fair neck without an Adam's apple, her collarbones faintly visible beneath the water.