The service staff greeted the door attentively. When they entered the hot spring center, they realized that there was a different world inside. The ancient buildings instantly made people suddenly return to the ancient city in China. The eaves were flying, the corridors were turning, and the rockery flowed water was shining under the bright moonlight.

Meng Jianwan stepped on the wooden corridor, making a dull thud, but his thoughts floated beyond the sky. When she thought of her and Song Yu, the man and the widowed woman were exposed in the clothes and soaked in the pond, she felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Before the service staff brought them to Tangchi, Meng Jianwan decisively asked: "I don't want to spend it with you."

The service staff couldn't understand Chinese, so they looked at her with a smile and continued to lead the way.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment and lied seriously: "There is no money."

Meng Jianwan took out his cell phone from his pocket and shook it in front of him: "I brought my cell phone, I have money."

Song Yu: "Is there no way to pay with mobile phone here?"

Meng Jianwan was half-believing and half-doubted: "Is it true or false?" If she couldn't pay with her mobile phone, she would have no choice. She didn't bring her bank card or cash.

Song Yuwei raised his chin and signaled to the waiter who led the way: "If you don't believe me, ask him, I booked Tang Chi in advance, and I have paid the money in advance."

It would be fine if he didn't mention this, but Meng Jianwan suddenly remembered that he had just paid the final payment with a bank card at the front desk, and the deposit was paid for the online reservation.

"You've brought the card!"

Meng Jianwan said and touched his suit pocket. He carried his wallet with him. If she read it correctly, there were several bank cards inside.

Song Yu pursed the corner of his lower lip, but unexpectedly the lie she told was exposed in a blink of an eye. His face became unnatural for a moment. He coughed lightly and leaned closer to her and whispered: "It's useless to have money. You have to book here in advance. There must be no private soup pool now. Do you really want to go to the public soup pool?"

Given that he had panic just the second before, Meng Jianwan's trust in him dropped sharply, he turned around and asked in English whether the waiter in a suit vest and white shirt had a private soup pool.

Song Yu followed him to look at the waiter. The waiter thought for a while and answered politely: "I don't know this either. Do you need to ask for it when you go to the front desk?"

Meng Jianwan turned his head and looked at it. They had already bypassed the three corridors. They were afraid that they would take some time back to the front hall, but it didn't matter: "Please ask me if you ask."

Song Yu frowned, and the grievance came as soon as he said that he didn't even need time to brew: "What are you doing? Why don't you want to go to bed with me? The couple can't take a hot spring together? Do you dislike me or something else?"

Meng Jianwan said lightly: "I dislike you for talking too much."

Song Yu: "I can't just say nothing."

Meng Jianwan felt that it was inconvenient to him, his expression was awkward, and his voice was stiff: "I...I'm not used to it." He was not used to it even when wearing clothes.

They even did more intimate things, and it was nothing to take a hot spring together. She was not a pretentious person, but she just thought it was strange everywhere.

Turning around a corner, they arrived at a separate small courtyard, covered with pebbles, and the surface was smooth and rounded because they were trampled by countless people. An irregular marble paved path passed through, leading to a private pond inside, and the heat was swaying, vaguely visible from the gaps of the screen.

The waiter made a "please" gesture in front: "Ms. Sir, your Tangchi has arrived." After pausing, the waiter turned to Meng Jianwan and asked again, "Hello, ma'am, do you need to ask the front desk for you?"

"No need, thank you." Song Yu replied with a faint smile on his face, instead of Meng Jianwan.

The waiter nodded: "Okay, I wish you a happy evening."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

The second time I heard this sentence, unfortunately she didn't feel any pleasure.

The waiter quickly withdrew from the two of them and said that there was no instruction and no one would come to the yard to disturb them, and they could enjoy it.

Meng Jianwan suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and looked at the only sliding door in the yard. The lights filled the room, and the outline of the furniture was faintly cast on the translucent door.

"Where will we stay at night?" She looked at Song Yu beside her. He had unbuttoned the buttons on the front of the suit and took them off and hung them on his arms.

"You haven't heard what the waiter said just now? The whole yard is ours, so of course we live here." Song Yu smiled, "Let's go in and change clothes."

Meng Jianwan regretted it. She seemed that she shouldn't have agreed to go to the hot springs. This was different from what she imagined. She thought it was a separate pond with men and women. After soaking, she went to the spa for massage. She didn't expect to be so ambiguous.

Song Yu walked forward two steps and found that the person behind him did not follow him. He stopped and turned to look at her. The octagonal palace lanterns in the corridor and the cold moonlight shone together, blurring the outline of her face. The peach blossom eyes were still bright and gorgeous. When the evening breeze blew, the long black hair swept on her face, making her look like a fairy in the moon palace.

Song Yu's heart trembled twice uncontrollably, turned back and pinched her chin, and slightly raised her jaw like a romantic young man: "What are you stunned?"

Meng Jianwan knocked off his hand and became more courageous and dared to tease her.

Song Yu's back of his hand was touched and shrank back. His index finger and thumb subconsciously rubbed it twice, curling the corner of his lips: "It's only the state officials who set fire to the fire and not the people are allowed to light the lights. When did I say to you when you touched my chin? You touched me more than once or twice, five, six, seven or eight times."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but touch her chin again when his hand was owed. As a result, Meng Jianwan chased him and beat him. The two of them made a fuss from the corridor to the room.

Although the appearance of the entire hot spring center resembles an ancient oriental building, it still has a Western aesthetic inside. The white European double bed is filled with rose petals and a fiery red heart in the middle. The whole room is filled with a faint rose fragrance.

Meng Jianwan was embarrassed and looked back at Song Yu. He was taking off his clothes and unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. As his fingers went down, more and more skin was exposed to the air. His chest was undulating and clearly defined abdominal muscles, and he was...

Meng Jianwan turned his eyes away and frowned tightly: "You can't just say something if you change your clothes? What's wrong?" She walked a few steps to the sliding door of the balcony, pushed the door open and walked out, standing on the balcony, facing the room, looking at the scattered lights in the distance.

There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing from behind her, and Meng Jianwan did not look back. Until the slight footsteps came and she was getting closer and closer to her, she retracted her gaze and prepared to return to the house.

Unexpectedly, she turned around and crashed into a warm and tough chest. Song Yu was naked and surrounded by a white bath towel around his waist. His skin was white, and even on the dim balcony, it was dazzling. The ink tattoo on the collarbone was particularly conspicuous, and you could notice it with a casual glance.

Meng Jianwan was caught off guard and the tip of his nose hit his hard jaw. Song Yu hid in time and did not hurt too much. She rubbed her nose and said in a muffled voice: "Why don't you make a sound?"

Song Yu took her hand away and checked her hit nose for her, and then he was relieved to make sure there was no serious injury: "I thought you knew I was here."

She did hear footsteps, but she didn't expect that he was so close to her.

Meng Jianwan reacted and looked up and down at his body: "What do you want to do when you wear this?"

Song Yu seemed to find it funny, and couldn't help laughing out loud. A little crease was squeezed out at the end of his eyes, and gentle his narrow and cold eyes: "I'll take a hot spring later. What should I wear if I don't wear it like this? A white shirt?"

Meng Jianwan hesitated for three seconds and asked, "What am I wearing?"

Song Yu was still smiling, and the curve of the corners of her lips could not be suppressed, and her voice was a little light: "Like me, it's enough to wear a bath towel, but... you have to fit here." He pointed at the position under her collarbone, "I put the bath towel on the sofa."

"..." She certainly knew without him reminding her.

"Do I want me to wait for you, or should I go there first?" Song Yu asked.

Meng Jianwan finally let Song Yu go out. He was not surprised. He raised his eyebrows lightly, pushed open the frosted door, and pulled slippers to wait in the corridor outside.

Meng Jianwan saw him in the house and sang: "You go and take a bath first!"

Song Yu responded and walked down the steps. His figure gradually moved away. He walked forward for about ten meters on the marble path and arrived at the private pond.

The surrounding pond was blocked by hollowed-carved screens, leaving a distance of two meters for people to enter. The water surface was filled with smoke and the heat was sore. Before I could go down, I could feel that the air around seemed to be hot flash.

On the shore is a wooden tray with two dry towels on it, a fruit tray covered with glass, a bottle of red wine, two goblets, and a transparent plastic bag for guests to hold their mobile phones.

Song Yu leaned against the smooth and humid wall of the pool, soaked in the hot spring pond below the collarbone, with his arms resting on the edge of the pool, waiting quietly for Meng Jianwan.

After waiting for a while, he opened the glass cover with some boredom, pinched a small silver fork and put it in his mouth with a grape that Meng Jianwan liked to eat, then put it down and covered the glass cover again.

Meng Jianwan won’t have to wait until he finishes taking a meal before coming over, right?

Before he could finish his thoughts, he saw the slender figure, with a white bath towel around his chest, and the hem was ten centimeters above his knees, as if he was wearing a short strapless skirt, with long hair tied up, revealing his snow-white neck.

Meng Jianwan glanced at Song Yu and felt that his arm was placed beside the pond looked like an emperor who looked down on the world in ancient times but was incompetent and incompetent, but his appearance seemed to be here to serve him.

She quickly drove the picture in her mind and walked down the steps by the pool. The warm water slowly soaked her body, as if she could really relieve her fatigue.

Meng Jianwan sighed comfortably, buried his body down, letting the water flood his neck, and then slowly surfaced and leaned against the pool wall to enjoy.

Song Yu stared at Meng Jianwan, who was diagonally distanced from him, and after a while, he cleared his throat: "Why are you so far away from me?"

Meng Jianwan felt extremely comfortable all over and didn't want to talk to him anymore. Song Yu repeated: "Come here, there are fruits and wine here."

Meng Jianwan said angrily: "I don't want to eat fruits or drinks, I just want to soak in a hot spring. Besides, the soup pool is so big, why should I go there?"

Why do you say something? If the mountain doesn’t come, I will go to the mountain. Song Yu stood up and walked towards Meng Jianwan. As he walked, ripples rippled on the surface of the pool lingering water vapor.

Meng Jianwan watched her slutty operation and pointed at him and said loudly: "Stop, stop, what are you doing?!"

Song Yu: "I'll go over to accompany you and give you a massage."

Meng Jianwan: "No, thank you."

Song Yu said shamelessly: "You're welcome."

Meng Jianwan was so angry that his eyebrows were about to stand up: "Song Yu!"

Song Yu turned back. Seeing this, Meng Jianwan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Song Yu say to himself: "I almost forgot to bring the things here."

Meng Jianwan was stunned, and saw him turn back to his original position, hold up the wooden pallet on the shore with both hands, turn around and walk towards Meng Jianwan again.

Meng Jianwan: “…”

She knew that it would be impossible to rest for a while when taking a hot spring bath with this dog man. She should have insisted that the waiter go to the front desk to ask if there is any extra private soup pool.

Song Yu finally walked to Meng Jianwan and placed the tray on the shore beside her. The towel around her waist was almost loosened. He tied the knot again and leaned against the pool wall next to her.

Song Yu curled the corners of his lips with satisfaction. He couldn't enjoy taking a bath with her at home in the bathtub. It was also nice to take a hot spring together.

Meng Jianwan was speechless and turned his head and supported his cheeks to look at him.

Song Yu was used to being shameless in front of her, and she smiled coldly after being cold. As he said just now, he put his hand on her shoulder to massage him. His strength was not light or heavy, and the parts he kneaded were prone to soreness, which was indeed quite like that.

Song Yu asked in a low voice: "Do you feel comfortable?"

Meng Jianwan remained silent, and he continued his hand movements. After a while, he asked again: "Do you need to pinch your waist?"

Meng Jianwan shrank his body like a conditioned reflex, his eyes fell into his eyes, trying to find some evidence of his misconduct from it.

It’s not her fault for reacting so much. In the past, Song Yu always started pinching her waist when she was having sex in bed, and she seemed to love her very much.

Unfortunately, she didn't see any strangeness in his eyes at the moment, as if he was simply trying to massage him. Did she blame him wrongly?

Song Yu: "If you don't say it, I will pretend you agreed."

Meng Jianwan took his hand away and said the same thing: "No."

Song Yu didn't insist, and turned sideways to pick up the bottle of red wine from the tray. The bottle jam was opened in advance and was barely stuffed into the bottle mouth. He could pull it out with a slight twist. He poured a little into the goblet and gave it to Meng Jianwan, reminding him: "Don't drink too much, a little bit is enough."

After Meng Jianwan took it, he poured himself a cup, and his slender fingers were stained with water and pinched the glass handle. He tilted the cup and touched her. Then, the mouth of the cup was pressed against his lips, raised his neck and took a sip. The Adam's apple rolled gently, and the water droplets that were accidentally stained on his neck rolled down the skin and poured into the soup pond.

The man's light lips were dyed beautifully with bright red wine. His glasses were covered with a layer of water vapor, so he simply took them off and placed them in the tray. His vision was not clear in front of him. His black eyes narrowed slightly to look at Meng Jianwan, and his voice was low: "Try it, it tastes pretty good."

Meng Jianwan's eyes lingered on his face. She was not myopia, so she could take every subtle expression of his eyes, including those unintentional temptations.

Her eyes flashed, and the wine in the glass was clearly not yet in her mouth, but she was already drunk.

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Xiao Ba’s experience: The highest level of shamelessness is not to do it yourself, but to tempt the other party to do it. Do you understand? If you don’t understand, I will say it again!

I am an ordinary love expert.【Arrogant face
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